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The seconds after he rings the doorbell feels like the longest he's waited in his entire life. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. At eighteen, Kei hears a scuffle from inside the house– and he holds his breath.
No, it's fine. He could relax.
Kei wills his shoulders to sag, suddenly startled by the opening of the door in front of him. A warm smile greets him, belonging to none other than Shoyo, of course. And the hoodie he's wearing is equally as bright– a soft buttery yellow that complements his hair well.
Another small blur of orange catches his eyes down below– Oh right. He had a little sister.
“Shoyo, who is that!?”
“It’s Kei! I told you,” Shoyo chides, but he's already opening the door to let him inside.
Kei doesn't really have time to take in the house– or Natsu, gazing up at him with immense curiosity. His eyes only follow the boy in front of him, leading him down the foyer and across the house.
When Shoyo finally manages to shoo Natsu away, that inspires a smirk on Kei’s face.
“Not very nice to your siblings, are you? That's a surprise.” The snark comes easily to him– it always does with Hinata. And he's fully expecting what comes next.
“Why? Like you're nice to Akiteru,” Accusation bleeds into his tone, but it's playful. And Kei has to give a short laugh in return.
“Um, yeah. He's more annoying than Natsu ever would be, you know.” He points out.
“You'd be surprised.” Shoyo responds, with a mischievous grin of his own.
With that comment, Kei follows him to his bedroom, and then closes the door behind him.
Alone at last. And Kei can finally give himself a second to take in Shoyo’s room for the first time.
It's what he would've expected. Volleyball posters, a ball. Manga and magazines lining the shelves– and more volleyball posters. If Shoyo has a vabo-chan plushie hidden somewhere under the bed covers or stashed away, he can't see it right away. But the thought brings a smile to his face anyway.
“It's very normal looking,” Kei says, not quite sounding like a compliment.
And of course, Shoyo flusters behind him, immediately gritting out his name like he's done so many times before.
“I didn't even mean it like that,” Kei scoffs. When he turns to face the boy though, there's a pinkness in his face, and Kei can't say it's all a result of the teasing. Well, might not. Kei tears his gaze away, trying not to think about it too much. “Are these the new volumes?”
He directs Shoyo’s attention towards the manga sitting on the nightstand, and immediately, his irritation melts away to happily indulge him.
For the next hour or so, they talk about manga they've read– and ones they've wanted to read. Kei sits next to Shoyo on the bed, and for once, he listens intently to everything he says.
Shoyo might ramble from time to time, but it doesn't annoy him. In fact, he finds it endearing.
Except Kei might be staring too much, because at the two hour mark, Shoyo finally puffs out his chest after going on his fifth tangent.
“Tsukishima-kun,” He says suddenly, and there's an intense look in hazel eyes that Kei just can't take seriously. “Did you really want to talk about manga this entire time?”
His face is so flushed, and Kei almost has peace of mind to not make him even more flustered. Almost.
“Why? Are you growing bored of talking to me? I'm hurt, Hinata-kun.” Kei brings a hand over his heart.
And the honorific only deepens the frown on the boy’s lips, his face a bright scarlet now.
Shoyo grabs on to his arm, yanking on it with a petulant shake. “ Come on! You said… I was… you… don't make me say it!”
God, it's like Hinata liked being teased by him. Oh wait. He was figuring out everything this evening.
“Say what?” Kei feigns ignorance. “Were we gonna do something?”
“Agghhhh!” Shoyo whines louder, and when he dips his forehead into his shoulder, that's when Kei laughs at him. Well, next to him.
“I knew you were impatient, pipsqueak, but if you want something, you really just have to ask .”
Those words are enough to have Shoyo snapping his head up, sporting the goofiest, biggest grin Kei has ever seen on anybody before.
“Really?”
Kei could blush . He really could.
He doesn't have to move far to close the gap between them. Shoyo does that himself– sealing their lips together in an enthusiastic kiss.
Shoyo is like a wild puppy dog. So eager in all of what he does– especially when it comes to this, and Kei struggles to keep the hold on his metaphorical leash. He should take control of the kiss. But it proves difficult– especially with the way Shoyo crawls into his lap next, looping his arms around Kei's neck like they belong there.
In his hoodie, he's so warm and soft to the touch, and Kei lets his own hands roam around that lithe waist. It's easy enough to find the hem at the bottom of the hoodie– easier to slip his hands up the smooth expanse of his back.
When Shoyo shivers, Kei smiles into the kiss, and it's funnier when those lips turn into an annoyed pout.
“You're freezing,” Shoyo complains, matter-of-factly. That doesn't deter him from kissing him again though, burying a hand and fingers behind Kei's head.
“Well, you're keeping me warm. Aren't you?” Kei breathes out, softer this time. Between their kisses, he definitely feels the rise in temperature, and he only hopes his face isn't as pink as it feels. He knows Shoyo won't bring it up, though.
When the boy has seemingly had enough, Kei lets him stay on his lap, and nibble love bites into his neck. Even if Shoyo's teeth hurt. Even if he has to cover the marks up later. Kei indulges him.
There's little he won't do for his baby.