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„Popcorn! Popcorn! Pop-cooorn!!!“
Hinata sing-songs as he shimmies around the kitchen and Tobio wonders if he is still allowed to get annoyed by this crap or if now he has to find it cute or something. Are there rules for stuff like this? This boyfriend stuff. Probably. Absentmindedly he rips open the foil and looks at the instructions printed on the popcorn bag, not really reading them.
„Hurry up, Kageyama. I’m weak from hunger. I’m gonna die! Do you want me to diiiiieeee?“, Hinata whines in his ear.
„You’re gonna die if you don’t shut up!”, Tobio barks. “Let me read the instructions, you idiot.”
Screw the rules, whatever they may be. Whoever made the rules, wasn’t dating the menace, that’s for sure.
Hinata huffs. „It’s popcorn. Just put it in there“, he points at the microwave, „and like, turn it on. It pops and then we eat.” He is dragging the last syllables like he’s talking to a toddler and it makes Tobio’s eye twitch.
“Oh yeah? What setting, huh? Mr. Popcorn expert. Why don’t you do it then.” He throws the packet at Hinata’s face who smacks it down with his right hand like a rogue volleyball. Onto Tobio’s left foot. With the audacity to yell “Ha!” all victorious.
Tobio loses it and lunges. Right hand reaching for orange fluff to pull. But Hinata seems to be on a roll for reflexes, ducks, whooshes past him and then kicks him in the butt. His snickering fills the kitchen before Tobio has even managed to turn around all the way.
I’ll get you for that, he thinks and points at the wall clock behind Hinata, face full of mock shock and ha! The idiot falls for it, yet again, turns around confused and Tobio grabs him around the waist, lifts and throws him over his shoulder.
The indignant scream echoes around the kitchen and fists start hitting his back, but that’s just a regular Thursday in a life with Hinata so Tobio doesn’t even flinch.
Tiny fists rendered useless, Hinata switches tactics.
“Ogre-yama, put me down and face me!!! You’re just afraid of my ninja skills. Lame. Laaaame!! Lame-yama!!!”
That bait is lame, he thinks to himself and makes way for the sofa, planning to drop this menace.
And then, out of nowhere, Hinata pokes his ass.
Like between the cheeks!! The shock runs through Tobio all the way from head to butt. He can feel himself turning red and on instinct reaches up to cover his face. A vital mistake.
Hinata doesn’t waste a second. Now freed from Tobio’s grasp, his legs swing, clamp around Tobio’s waist and with the momentum he rights himself. Headbutts him and jumps off, retreating a few steps and assuming some ridiculous defensive position with his arms raised above his head and one knee bent in front of him.
Tobio, frozen, redfaced, torn between embarrassment and disbelief over Hinata actually finding a third strategy, can only stare. At Hinata.
At his chest heaving with deep breaths, his wide grin that is probably aiming for evil – or as evil as Hinata can ever really look, so like… not at all? It’s more mischievous. Or like… cute…
At his flushed face and his eyes that sparkle with challenge. The fight leaves Tobio faster than a quick toss. What now, he wonders.
Do they keep fighting, like normal? That can’t be right. Does somebody apologize? Is that somebody him?? No, it should be the butt-poker, definitely. Or do they make up? How though??
Tobio is lost again. So he just glares for effect and grumbles. “Just make the damn popcorn already.”
Hinata blinks confused and with a pout ends his wannabe-ninja-stance. As he turns to the microwave he sticks out his tongue and mumbles something-or-other-yama under his breath. Tobio picks up the popcorn packet, drops it on the counter next to him and proceeds to half-heartedly glare at his boyfriend, who is trying to figure out the settings.
They still fight like this all the time. Is that normal? Shouldn’t they be more sweet or something now? Tobio doesn’t know. He barely knew how to be Hinata’s friend and now… it’s NOT friends.
He doesn’t know how to behave like a boyfriend.
Watching a movie together with popcorn seemed like a good boyfriend thing to do. Like... a date? They’re on a date but it’s still them as always, and maybe that’s not right?
Suddenly Hinata’s shoulders slump and Tobio gets pulled from his spiraling thoughts. Hinata looks downright puzzled, eyebrows drawn up and eyes wide, puffing out his cheeks around a little pout. It makes Tobio’s head swim.
“Can’t find a setting called popcorn, huh, genius?”, he drawls without any real smugness behind it. He reaches past Hinata, pulls open the door on the microwave, throws in the packet, sets both power and time and slams the door shut. The microwave starts buzzing and they both stare at the packet spinning behind the glass.
What now.
In a quiet voice Hinata starts talking, not facing him, but still eyeing the bag slowly puffing up while spreading the smell of butter around the kitchen.
“Is it normal..”, his small fingers fumble with the bottom of his shirt. “...that we’re still fighting all the time, like we used to? Before… you know…”
Tobio clears his throat. “Don’t know.”
He stares at the counter, a little afraid of Hinata’s expression. Is he worried too? Or upset? Mad at him? For fighting, for not having an answer, for sucking at this boyfriend stuff?
“I have an idea.”
And before Tobio can turn to figure out what that means, he feels a hand on his shoulder and something warm and soft on his cheek. That’s a kiss!! A kiss!!! Hinata just kissed his cheek and there’s no way around it, Tobio blushes all the way up to his scalp.
“Kageyama…” in a voice that asks for something, wants something. So Tobio turns towards his flushed boyfriend, who doesn’t look him in the eye, just stares at Tobio’s shirt, hands twitching forward but then returning to mangling the fabric of his own.
“Let’s just do… that. When we fight. And then it’s not like before. Then we can still fight, cause that’s fun, don’t you think so? Like… it’s us, you know? I think. Yes.”
A small smile curls up the sides of that cute (cute!!!!!!!!) mouth and he continues. “Then it’s not friends fighting, right? Cause kisses…”, he clears his throat, turns even redder. “Kisses are boyfriend stuff.”
Tobio can only nod and continue to stare at the microwave. Then he feels a tug at his shirt sleeve.
“You have to do it too, Kageyama. That’s how it works.”
He goes stiff. How is he so bad at this? It’s just a kiss on the cheek. They’ve kissed before. Come on, Tobio, get it together!!!
Even over his screaming thoughts he hears the quiet “Please?”
He gets it together.
Grabs one of Hinata’s fidgeting hands, leans down and presses a quick kiss to his cheek. His very warm cheek. Next to his soft hair. That tickles his nose. And smells. So. Damn. Good.
They stay like that for a bit.
Close.
“So…. Yes?”
“Yes, Hinata.”
Hinata’s still holding on to Tobio’s sleeve and Tobio is still inhaling the scent of Hinata’s hair when the popcorn starts to smell burnt.
With way less popcorn in the bucket than there should be and some of it bordering on charred, they settle on the sofa for the movie. After a few minutes of fidgeting, Hinata suddenly throws his legs over Tobio’s lap. Who is still recovering from a cheek kiss like it’s first grade and apparently can’t handle the feeling of his boyfriend’s legs on his own.
“What... are you doing??” His voice actually cracked. Lame.
Hinata’s face lights up with one of those grins that can only mean one thing. Tobio’s about to be exposed to some unique dumbassery.
“Congratulations!”, Hinata proclaims. “You’ve been upgraded from setter to settee!” And then breaks out in manic giggles.
It makes his legs shift and Tobio gets too busy figuring out how he feels about Hinata’s warm, soft, hard, partially naked legs twitching in his lap to reply. They’re fuzzy too, okay? Somebody have mercy on him.
“Get it, Kageyama? You’re my settee now. That sounds like setter! Hahahahaha!!!!”
Okay. The legs feel good, they feel really good, Tobio decides.
Setter. Settee. What now?
“Do you even know what a settee is?”, he asks.
Hinata blows a raspberry. “Better than you!! Since I am a human with thoughts and not a settee. With.. pillows!!!”
The giggles eventually turn into excited yells about some action scene and Tobio can return to not panicking about the legs. Or the feeling of the plush curve of Hinata’s butt touching his thigh, after he scoots a bit closer to get to the popcorn easier.
With the courage of a thousand men he rests his right hand on boyfriend’s ankle, three fingers on the sock, two fingers on the fuzz. It’s a start. Without thinking he lets his thumb stroke over the skin lightly.
He hears a tiny little noise. Then Hinata thumps his face against Tobio’s arm, nuzzling it a bit and Tobio can feel how his cute little nose pulls up the fabric of his shirt sleeve a bit.
“I like it…”
Huh?
Wait. Words.
“What?”, Tobio breathes out.
Hinata fidgets. “You know… this. Um. Date. Us. Yeah, umm…. This boyfriend stuff.”
And there it is again. The undeniable magic of Hinata erasing Tobio’s worries. With nothing much really. With just being Hinata.
Tobio lets his hand wander away from sock territory and continues petting Hinata’s leg.
He has to clear his throat to get out the answering “Me too.”
They continue watching the movie. Or Hinata watches the movie and Tobio gets lost in the sensation of Hinata’s muscles twitching under his hand and the bits of slobbery popcorn hitting his arm every once in a while, when Hinata yells at the TV in excitement, and his fluffy hair brushing Tobio’s face when he bends himself in half laughing like a manic.
Next time his mind makes a proper appearance, Tobio reaches for the popcorn to find more than half gone already.
“Hey! Don’t eat it all by yourself.”
He makes a grab for the bucket in Hinata’s hands.
Who holds onto it for dear life. “You snooze, you loose, Kageyama!”
And just like that, it’s on again.
Their scuffle ends the only way it can – with a little less than half a bucket of popcorn spilled in Tobio’s lap.
Hinata screams in agony and immediately munches away at the pile. Tobio tries to stop him, tries to get some popcorn into his own mouth and the little demon actually starts scooping up handfuls and stuffing his face.
Greedy little shit, Tobio thinks. Just before his boyfriend scoops again.
Scoops a little too deep.
In Tobio’s lap.
Who freezes.
And Hinata freezes too.
Doesn’t move.
Leaves his hands where they are.
Where they really shouldn’t be, if Tobio doesn’t want to completely embarrass himself.
He starts yelling. “Get your hands off my….” Fuck. “Get your hands away from my…” FUCK!
That seems to shake Hinata from his state and he starts giggling. “Your what?”
“Your… boyfriend stuff?”