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It’s unbearably cold outside the Sakanoshita market. Kageyama sighs impatiently as Nishinoya rattles animatedly about something their manager, Shimizu, said to him in practice. Nishinoya is convinced it meant something, though Asahi’s pitying look says otherwise.
“You’re completely exaggerating, idiot.” Daichi says, and Nishinoya lets out a rather ungodly screech.
“I am not! Asahi saw it! She was totally being nice to me. Tell him.” Asahi faces the pair reluctantly, rubbing a hand on the back of his head.
“Uh.” Is the only sound he can get out.
“Sorry,” Suga puts a hand on Nishinoya’s shoulder. “Daichi’s right. Shimizu’s nice to everyone.”
“I know that! I’m just saying, we had a moment!”
“I’m right? I never thought I’d see the day.”
He lets the conversation fade into background noise, stuffing his frozen hands into his pants pockets. The brisk night air had been refreshing at first after a long practice, but the heat from moving around so much is beginning to fade, leaving him shivering in still-drying sweat.
He could understand not wanting to crowd a small shop with an entire team of sweaty teenage boys, but of all the people to send in for snacks, Tanaka and Hinata were the last pair he would have chosen.
He’s about to seek shelter inside under the guise of making sure the idiots hadn’t forgotten their one, very simple job, when the door swings open and out pops Hinata and Tanaka, tossing chocolate around to the hungry team.
Kageyama catches his and watches as Hinata gives one to Suga and then to Asahi. When they’re all passed out, Nishinoya starts pleading his case to Hinata, who nods along encouragingly. Idiot. He’s such an idiot, he thinks as he stares.
He doesn’t care at all about what they’re talking about, but he still finds himself staring. Something about the scene just grasps him. Hinata. He’s important, isn’t he? There’s nothing different about him today.
Maybe the dark green sweatshirt he changed into after practice was a color Kageyama had never seen on him before, though it was the kind of thing he would never notice. No, he had the same look, the same energy as always.
It was just something about him, the way his hair sat in messy tufts, the way his mouth turned up as he smiled, the slope of his shoulders. There was nothing different about him, only the way it felt to look at him.
How had he never realized how magnetic Hinata was? He was…attractive. Really attractive. He liked him. The thought came so suddenly because he’d never, ever thought about him that way before, and now that it had, there was no doubt at all. Just a feeling like a spark inside his chest, it's that simple.
“Are you coming, Kageyama?” Daichi asks. The group is a good bit ahead already, he hadn’t noticed they started walking.
“Yeah.” He trots over to the group, situating himself at Hinata’s side. There’s no rush as Hinata is pulling his bike along, and their upperclassmen in the front of the pack are making idle conversation as they stroll.
“It’s cold.” Hinata complains.
“Mmmm.”
It’s the only thing they say to each other, tired and content to walk in silence. The moon glows brightly in front of them, almost full. A few times their arms brush as they walk, and a thrill rushes through him.
It’s not long before the group parts ways, everyone splitting off to their respective routes home, but the feeling in his chest stays. There’s a strange warmth too. He could think about what this means- his feelings, their friendship, what it means for him, a boy, to like Hinata.
But all the way home, and as he turns his key in the door, as he lies down on his bed and stares up at the ceiling, all he chooses to think of is the warmth. This feeling, so new and bright, just for him.