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“I said, leave it, Kageyama.”
Kageyama scowled as he pulled his hand away, and instead, used it to grip the wheel tightly. “I heard a crack earlier when you had one of them in a leglock. I think it’s broken.”
“Well, it’s staying put for now,” Y/N snapped, hissing as she touched her ankle gingerly. “I’ll have Sugawara-san look at it when we get back, so leave it.”
Kageyama sighed heavily, and pressed his foot against the gas. It was late, and he’d be damned if he got a speeding ticket at 2 in the morning. He tried to ignore Y/N’s labored breathing, knowing very well that she would just berate him if he brought it up. The guys from Fukurodani had really done a number on her, and he was sure that if she’d gone alone, she wouldn’t make it out alive. At best, she’d have a couple of major injuries.
He tried to swallow the bitter feeling that had risen in his throat at the thought. And to think, he thought. She asked to go alone this time. Does she really have a death wish?
He risked a quick look at her, when she was staring out the window. She looked ominous, ghostly even in the lights of the dashboard; and with every passing streetlamp, it further illuminated her bruised and bloody form.
What is Daichi-san thinking? he thought. Usually, he’d tell Tanaka-san or Nishinoya-san to deal with Fukurodani. He almost gave Y/N permission to take this mission on alone. And he would’ve, if that blonde asshole didn’t interfere…
“I can see the gears turning in your head from here,” Y/N suddenly said. “I know what you’re thinking. That I’m an idiot for trying to take this on my own.”
“I think you’re a fucking lunatic for trying to take this on your own,” he answered. “You know Bokuto’s practically all over the place, and he’s got the stamina of an ox. And you tried to take him down.”
“He crushed half of Kiyoko-san’s ribs,” Y/N snarled. “I wanted to return the favor, double-fold.”
He waited for her to calm down, for her to stop huffing like an irritated bear.
“Well, you took down three of his right-hand men,” he said. “Isn’t that enough?”
Y/N gave a dissatisfied hmph, before settling back into her seat. “Well…I wanted to pay Akaashi a visit, too. Kind of disappointing that he wasn’t there.”
Kageyama watched her out of the corner of his eye, and noted the sly grin on her face. Though he knew little about her history before coming to the group, judging by the way she was smiling at that moment, he could tell that Bokuto’s second-in-command had definitely had some history with her.
The thought, oddly enough, made him snort with annoyance.
“Tsukishima wouldn’t appreciate hearing about your old hook-ups,” he said.
Y/N threw her hands up in exasperation. “Can we please not bring Kei up?”
Kageyama’s jaw tightened at her casual use of the sniper’s first name, but stayed silent.
In fact, the conversation seemed to have dropped entirely until they reached headquarters. It was an old three-story house, with a yard and everything, standing by the banks of a river that none of them knew the name of. It was just a few miles away from the outskirts of the city, where the houses had, as Daichi had kindly put it, recently been evacuated out of.
Kageyama pulled up in front and killed the engine, stepping out of the car quickly. When Y/N didn’t follow, he groaned and walked over to her side and opened the door. To his surprise, he found her sitting there, with an expression that could almost be mistaken for embarrassment.
She mumbled something under her breath that he didn’t catch, and he had to lean closer to hear her. “Huh? What was that?”
“I said, I can’t move my foot,” Y/N mumbled, raising her voice a little.
Kageyama frowned, then sighed. “Fine. I’ll help you inside.”
Y/N reached for him, expecting him to help her stand up.
What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to scoop her up like she weighed nothing at all.
“H-hey!” she protested, as Kageyama shut her door with a kick. She attempted to thrash, but wailed in pain as the movement stressed her ankle even more.
“Are you an idiot?” Kageyama hissed, opening the gate with difficulty. “Quit shouting, or do you want Daichi-san to whip our asses again?”
Y/N wrinkled her nose in annoyance, but said nothing as he continued walking. She sighed, letting Kageyama support her entire weight; pouting in discontent when he seemed unfazed.
In fact, he was carrying—no, cradling her. The times that Kageyama carried Y/N were rushed, frantic moments where they thought they were both goners. He would run, with Y/N reaching over his shoulder to fire at the opponents in an attempt to keep their opponents at bay.
But this time, there were no enemies to deal with, and while Y/N was injured, there was no real worry. It was a rather quiet night, and nothing around them could be heard, save for the water rushing just a few meters away.
Y/N suddenly felt a slight drowsiness take over her form, and she stifled a yawn behind her hand. I tired myself out trying to take down Fukurodani, she thought. And Kageyama’s pace is making things worse.
She grasped Kageyama’s jacket as her head hit his chest lightly. He looked down at her exhausted form. “Oi, what are you doing?”
It’s warm…she mused, listening to the faint beating of his heart that began to lull her to sleep. It’s really warm.
Kageyama went around the house with a half-asleep Y/N in his arms, wanting to enter through the kitchen door. He was halfway across the yard when a familiar voice came from the topmost bedroom.
“Why is it that when Y/N’s injured, it always happens when you’re out with her?”
The two looked up to see Tsukishima Kei sticking his head out of the window. The way his blonde hair stuck up to one side indicated that he had probably been sleeping, but at
the sight of Y/N curled up in Kageyama’s arms, he never looked more awake.
Kageyama held his tongue, trying not to say anything particularly upsetting. ”Open the door, will you?”
Tsukishima wrinkled his nose, disliking the idea of being bossed around, but left the window anyway.
Not five minutes later, the back door opened, and Tsukishima walked out. After a moment of silence, he turned his attention to Y/N, who offered him a sheepish smile.
“What happened to her?”
“Broke her ankle, probably,” Kageyama said. “I heard it crack when she had one of Bokuto’s guys in a leglock. She can’t put much of her weight on it.”
Tsukishima clicked his tongue, though it seemed like he was more concerned than disappointed. “And you wanted to go on this mission alone.”
Kageyama gave Y/N a look that clearly said, I told you so.
But that look reminded Tsukishima that Y/N was still in Kageyama’s arms, and his brow furrowed even more.
“I can take her from here,” he said, in a low tone. He reached for Y/N, but Kageyama glared at him. “I’ll take her to Sugawara-san first.”
“I wasn’t asking,” Tsukishima snapped, and the night air seemed to grow colder with the tension between the two.
“Hey,” Y/N said, placing one hand each on their chests. “How about you let me down, and I’ll walk to Sugawara-san myself.”
They both looked down at her, with aghast expressions. “Absolutely not.”
“Then just take me there, for fuck’s sake,” she sighed. “Kageyama, thanks for bringing me here, but you really need to get some rest. Kei, could you…”
“Of course,” Tsukishima replied, shooting a smug smile at Kageyama. The latter reluctantly handed Y/N over, immediately folding his arms as soon as she’d left them.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Y/N,” he said gruffly, blatantly ignoring Tsukishima’s scowling expression. Y/N gave him a small smile before Tsukishima carried her back into the house, the blonde slamming the door behind him.
Kageyama rolled his eyes at the sniper’s childish attitude, and sighed heavily. He walked into the house, with the intent of taking a long, hot shower to ease his nerves and freshen up.
But the truth was, he already felt so warm.