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Kageyama wasn’t sure how it had come to this or how he’d become like this.
It had started with a stolen kiss in the locker room after practice—a moment of weakness he hadn’t even realized he’d wanted until Tsukishima, ever smug, leaned in and closed the gap.
Now, Kageyama couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop craving it.
“Tsukishima,” Kageyama whispered, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was around.
The storage room was cramped, dimly lit, and filled with volleyballs and spare nets. It was far from romantic, but it was private.
Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed. “Again? Didn’t we just—”
“Shut up,” Kageyama muttered, his cheeks flushed. “J-just one more.”
Tsukishima smirked but didn’t protest. Instead, he uncrossed his arms, stepped forward, and cupped Kageyama's jaw.
The kiss was soft, teasing, like Tsukishima knew exactly how much Kageyama hated admitting he needed this.
“You’re insatiable,” Tsukishima murmured against Kageyama's lips.
“And you’re annoying,” Kageyama shot back, but his fingers lingered on Tsukishima’s wrist, keeping him close.
Later that day, after practice, Kageyama cornered Tsukishima in the vacant classroom they’d unofficially claimed as their hideaway.
He didn’t even wait for the other to put down his bag.
“Kageyama,” Tsukishima said, voice a mixture of amusement and mock exasperation but deep inside he knows in himself he’s enjoying his boyfriend, the one and only – King’s attachment to him
“You’re going to wear me out before the tournament.”
“Like you’re not enjoying this,” Kageyama grumbled, already pulling him in.
Tsukishima didn’t argue.
The risk of getting caught seemed to add an extra thrill to every stolen moment—whether it was behind the vending machine where they’d huddled under the guise of discussing snacks or in the library where Tsukishima, much to Kageyama’s dismay, made him wait until no one was around.
But the locker room was by far the riskiest.
“Kageyama, not here – the team would come soon,” Tsukishima hissed as Kageyama cornered him against a row of lockers, his voice barely audible over the sound of water running in the showers.
“Then stop being so...” Kageyama trailed off, frustrated cannot explain why he always find Tsukishima attractive, every time he snorts, or bicker at the court it only drove him crazier. “You know.”
Tsukishima chuckled softly, a rare sound that made Kageyama’s heart skip a beat.
“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You're mhmm,” Kageyama murmured before pressing his lips to Tsukishima’s.
Despite the danger, Tsukishima didn’t pull away. In fact, Kageyama swore he felt him smile into the kiss.
As they parted, Tsukishima’s gaze softened, the teasing edge replaced with something more sincere.
“You know,” Tsukishima said quietly, “we can’t keep hiding forever.”
Kageyama swallowed, his usual confidence faltering. “I know. But... not yet..”
Tsukishima nodded, understanding without needing more explanation.
“Alright, Kageyama. But until then—” He leaned in, brushing their lips together briefly.
“Try to control yourself.”
Kageyama scowled, but the redness creeping up his ears gave him away.
“Shut up, Tsukishima.”
Tsukishima laughed, grabbing his bag and heading for the door, leaving Kageyama to collect himself.
But as Kageyama watched him go, he knew one thing for sure - no matter how risky it was, he wasn’t going to stop asking for just one more.
Few weeks later they were at it again, this time on Kageyama's house in which Tsukishima was invited to study, but everything goes skewed.
The door to Kageyama’s room clicked shut, and the sound seemed to echo in the quiet space. They stood there for a moment, the air between them heavy with anticipation. Tsukishima leaned casually against the wall, but there was nothing casual about the way his eyes lingered on Kageyama.
“Okay,” Tsukishima said, his voice low and teasing, “Seriously, is this really studying Kageyama?”
Kageyama didn’t answer—not with words, at least.
He crossed the small gap between them and cupped Tsukishima’s face, pulling him into a deep, melting kiss that left no room for teasing remarks. Tsukishima’s usual smirk disappeared, replaced by a soft hum of surprise.
The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, as if Kageyama wanted to make up for every second they couldn’t be together around the team. Tsukishima’s hands found their way to Kageyama’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Kageyama,” Tsukishima murmured against his lips, his voice barely above a whisper, “you’re getting bolder.”
“Stop talking,” Kageyama muttered, his cheeks red but his determination unwavering.
Tsukishima didn’t need to be told twice.
Their kisses grew more fervent, filled with unspoken emotions they were still learning to navigate. Kageyama’s hands slid up Tsukishima’s chest, hesitant at first, before resting on his shoulders. Tsukishima, ever the opportunist, let his fingers slip beneath the hem of Kageyama’s t-shirt, brushing against warm skin.
Kageyama shivered at the touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his grip on Tsukishima’s shoulders tightened, anchoring himself as Tsukishima’s hands roamed with a mixture of curiosity and care.
“You’re tense,” Tsukishima teased, though his voice was softer than usual.
“Shut up,” Kageyama said again, but the words lacked their usual bite. His eyes flickered with something vulnerable, a rare glimpse beneath his guarded exterior.
Tsukishima’s expression softened as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of Kageyama’s mouth. “Relax. It’s just me, Tobio”
That simple reassurance was enough and with his name coming from that lips he so loves Kageyama let himself sink into the moment, his hands finding their way into Tsukishima’s hair. It was soft, like he’d always imagined it would be, and Tsukishima let out a small, pleased sound as Kageyama’s fingers curled into it.
They lost track of time, the world outside the room fading into nothingness. Every kiss, every touch felt like a secret they were sharing, a promise they didn’t need to say out loud.
When they finally pulled away, both breathless, Tsukishima couldn’t resist a smirk. “You’re so addictive, my blueberry.”
Kageyama rolled his eyes, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him. “No. you..”
Tsukishima laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from Kageyama’s face. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, then.”
Kageyama didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned in again, his lips brushing against Tsukishima’s in a way that left no room for debate.
“Kei…, one more?” Kageyama whispered while looking at Tsukishima with eyes expecting more
Tsukishima smiled against his lips. “As many as you want.”
The bus ride back from their victory against Shiratorizawa was filled with quiet chatter, exhausted sighs, and occasional snores. Most of the team was trying to relax, but Kageyama couldn’t take his eyes off Tsukishima, who sat next to him with his headphones in, utterly unbothered.
“You’re impossible,” Kageyama muttered under his breath, glaring at Tsukishima, who raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“What now?” Tsukishima asked, pulling out one earbud.
“You!” Kageyama hissed, leaning closer. “You were incredible out there! Blocking Ushiwaka, the quick reads on the defense—you were just... amazing!” Kageyama’s heart had been betraying him from and it does not even compare to the matches he could play. They way Tsukishima in the match it made him fell deeper and deeper.
Tsukishima’s lips twitched into a smug grin. “And this bothers you because...?”
“Because it’s distracting!” Kageyama snapped in a whisper. His face was already turning red. “How am I supposed to focus when you’re out there doing stuff like that?”
“Doing stuff like playing volleyball?” Tsukishima teased, his grin widening.
“You know what I mean!” Kageyama grumbled, his frustration boiling over.
Before Tsukishima could deliver another snarky comment, Kageyama grabbed his collar and pressed their lips together in a sudden, heated kiss.
Tsukishima’s smirk disappeared as he melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively moving to Kageyama’s waist to steady him like the way it always used to.
The kiss deepened as if they haven’t kissed each other for a long time, and before either of them realized it, Kageyama had half-climbed onto Tsukishima’s lap, one hand gripping the back of the seat for balance.
“Kageyama,” Tsukishima murmured against his lips, his voice tinged with amusement, “you do realize we’re on the bus, right?”
“I don’t care,” Kageyama muttered glaring at him as he dive into kissing his boyfriend once again, too caught up to stop himself.
And that’s when it happened.
“Oi!” Tanaka’s voice rang out, loud enough to jolt the entire bus. “Can you two knock it off? Some of us are trying to sleep!”
Kageyama and Tsukishima froze, their eyes wide as they slowly turned to see Tanaka glaring at them who were also shocked seeing them in a very much compromising position.
Behind him, the rest of the team had twisted in their seats, their faces a mixture of shock, amusement, and unrestrained glee.
“No way!” Nishinoya howled, pointing at them. “Were they just—?!”
“Oh my god, Kageyama’s on his lap!” Yamaguchi exclaimed, his voice full of mock surprise.
“Kageyama! You—and Tsukishima?!” Hinata’s jaw practically hit the floor, his finger trembling as he pointed at them.
Then the teasing began in earnest.
“Wow, Kageyama, you could’ve at least told us!” Nishinoya laughed.
“I knew something was going on with those two!” Tanaka added, smirking like he’d solved a great mystery.
“You owe me 500 yen, Yachi.” Yamaguchi said casually, earning a groan from her.
Kageyama, face burning red, scrambled back into his seat, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. Tsukishima, however, remained perfectly composed, adjusting his glasses as if nothing had happened.
“You’re awfully calm,” Yamaguchi said, his tone suspiciously sweet. “I guess you already knew we’d figure it out, huh, Tsukki?”
Tsukishima narrowed his eyes. “What are you getting at?”
Yamaguchi grinned wickedly. “Now that everyone knows about you two and you guys don't need to hide" he faced Kageyama and said,
"Kageyama you can now have Tsukki whenever and wherever you want.”
The bus fell silent for half a second. Then Tsukishima’s eyes widened in panic.
Kageyama turned to him, his blue eyes sparkling with newfound determination. “Whenever? Wherever?” he repeated, as if the idea had just unlocked infinite possibilities in his mind.
“Kageyama, no,” Tsukishima said immediately, his tone firm.
Kageyama tilted his head. “Why not? That’s what Yamaguchi said.”
“Kageyama, no.” Tsukishima repeated, but Yamaguchi was already laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach.
“Kageyama, we are not—” Tsukishima started, but his words were drowned out by Nishinoya and Tanaka chanting, “Whenever, wherever! Whenever, wherever!”
Hinata, clueless but eager to join in, started yelling, “Wherever you want, Kageyama!” while clapping loudly.
Tsukishima buried his face in his hands, his ears burning red. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” he muttered.
Kageyama, however, was unbothered. If anything, he looked more determined than ever. “You heard them, Tsukishima,” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous grin. “Whenever. Wherever.”
The bus erupted into chaos.
Nishinoya and Tanaka were practically rolling in their seats, laughing so hard they could barely breathe. “Whenever, wherever!” Tanaka repeated through his cackles
“Tsukishima, you’ve been holding out on us,” Nishinoya added, grinning like he’d just found the juiciest gossip of his life. “All this time you were acting all cool and aloof, and here you are letting Kageyama climb on your lap! I’m dying.
Which Tsukishima did so as Kageyama was slowly climbing on his lap again after he had some kind of epiphany regarding whenever, wherever word that Yamaguchi told him. What Kageyama wants now is cuddle his big bear and continue hugging him, maybe even kiss him again.
“Tsukki, you okay there?” Yamaguchi asked innocently, though the mischievous twinkle in his eyes betrayed him. “You look a little red.”
Tsukishima glared at his so-called best friend, his voice low and threatening. “Yamaguchi. I will murder you in your sleep.”
“You wouldn’t,” Yamaguchi said with a laugh. “I’m your best friend—and besides, I just helped Kageyama unlock a whole new world of possibilities.”
Kageyama, oblivious to Tsukishima’s growing frustration, was still caught up in his newfound enthusiasm. “Kei..,” he whispered, tugging at his boyfriend’s sleeve, “does that mean we can—”
“No!” Tsukishima snapped, cutting him off with a sharp glare, the boy on his lap pouted but he need to be firm on this. He's not onto PDA. Thank you very much.
“But—”
“I said no,” Tsukishima hissed, though his flushed cheeks undermined his attempt at authority.
“That’s not what your actions awhile ago” Tanaka teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “Looked like you were enjoying yourself, Tsukishima!”
“Oh yeah!” Hinata chimed in, finally catching on. “You were totally into it! I saw the way you grabbed Kageyama’s waist!”
Tsukishima groaned, sinking lower into his seat. “Shut up, all of you.”
But they didn’t.
“Hey, Kageyama,” Nishinoya called, leaning over his seat to grin at the setter. “Since you’re so into Tsukki, do you call him something cute when you’re alone? Like... ‘Kei-bear’ or something?”
“Kei-bear?!” Kageyama repeated, his face turning as red as a tomato. “No! Why would I—”
“Aw, come on,” Tanaka pressed, leaning in with a wicked grin. “What’s the pet name? You’ve got one, don’t you?”
“I don’t!” Kageyama protested, his voice cracking. “Stop making stuff up!”
“Hmm,” Yamaguchi mused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I bet Tsukki doesn’t use a pet name either. He’s way too sarcastic for that. Unless...” His lips curved into a sly smile as he turned to Tsukishima, knowing that what he will be saying next is a bomb he smiled mischievously and continued “maybe something like my blueberry Tsukki?”
The bus erupted into laughter.
“‘Blueberry?!” Nishinoya howled, doubling over in his seat. “Oh man, that’s perfect!”
Tanaka joined in, pounding the back of Nishinoya’s seat. “Kageyama, is that what he calls you when you’re alone? Mah blueberry?”
Tsukishima’s eye twitched, his glare aimed squarely at Yamaguchi. “You’re dead to me.”
Yamaguchi shrugged innocently, though his grin betrayed him as he knows that it is indeed the pet name Tsukishima used for Kageyama “What? It suits him.”
Kageyama, who had been quiet in his growing embarrassment, finally snapped. “N-no, I don’t make him call me that..” He cannot reason out as Kei indeed calls him that a few times and if he called him Strawberry Milk no one needs to know.
“You’re not really good at lying Bakageyama” Hinata teased.
“Stop it!” Kageyama groaned, burying his face on Tsukishima's neck trying to hide himself.
“Tsukishima,” Nishinoya said between fits of laughter, “you’ve gotta say it at least once. Come on, for the team!”
“Over my dead body,” Tsukishima replied, his tone flat but his ears noticeably red.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said, leaning over with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “It’s not like it’s any worse than ‘Kei-bear.’”
“Yamaguchi!” Tsukishima hissed, ready to throttle him.
The entire bus roared with laughter once again.
Kageyama groaned, “Why is this happening?”
“Because you decided to suck face in public, genius,” Tsukishima muttered under his breath.
“Public?” Hinata said with mock outrage. “We’re your *teammates*! That’s basically family! You can’t hide things like this from family!”
“Exactly!” Nishinoya agreed. “And now that we know, we fully expect you two to provide entertainment. More kissing, please!”
“Yeah, yeah!” Tanaka added, pumping his fist. “Whenever, wherever, right, Kageyama?”
Kageyama perked up at the phrase, turning to Tsukishima with an eager expression. “Tsukishima—”
“No,” Tsukishima interrupted firmly.
The teasing lasted the entire ride back to Karasuno. Even Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei couldn’t hide their amusement, though they pretended to scold the team for being too loud.
By the time the bus pulled into the school parking lot, Tsukishima was seething, Kageyama was red-faced and sulking, and the rest of the team was still buzzing with excitement.
As they gathered their things and prepared to leave, Nishinoya clapped Kageyama on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Kageyama. If Tsukishima ever gives you trouble, you’ve got us to back you up. Right, guys?”
“Absolutely!” Hinata agreed, nodding vigorously.
Tsukishima sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Kageyama, I’m never forgiving you for this.”
Kageyama, however, smiled faintly, his hand brushing against Tsukishima’s as they walked off the bus. “Whenever, wherever,” he whispered.
Tsukishima shot him a glare, but the corners of his lips twitched upward despite himself.