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petriquors · 3 years

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— the first time he kissed you

❤ boys !! osamu, atsumu, bokuto

❤ genre !! fluff

❤ author notes !! this one’s full of self-indulgent tropes, can't help it i kind of want tol make an ask game out of doing sequels to these

❤ osamu !!

osamu kissed you when you were six, but he swears that it didn’t happen. the way you remember it, both of you had a crush on the other person in kindergarten, and a meddling teacher (which, now that you’re an adult, you’re fully aware of how much teachers enjoy playing matchmaker) encouraged you two to play and work together as much as possible. he was nothing like his brother, who routinely bullied the person he liked; osamu, age 6, was shy, but determined; he had an intense level of focus even then, committed fully to learning and understanding everything he could get his hands on. so, when he one day announced that he wanted to learn how to kiss, it shouldn’t have surprised you when he leaned over and, a little too hard, pressed his lips against yours. it also shouldn’t come as a surprise when the first kiss that osamu acknowledges is the one that he leans over to take from you while he’s deep in the throes of homework, both of you are struggling, and the frustration is palpable. you were arguing about one of the answers, both of you absolutely convinced you were right, and it was the combination of his determination and your passion that led his lips to crash against yours.

❤ atsumu !!

atsumu burns like fire. it’s a simple fact that always has been and always will be true, so thinking back on the sheer intensity of your first kiss with him is something that still makes your nerves jolt with excitement. you’re fighting, like you often do, over something stupid that you can’t even remember. the certainty that he started it pushes you to keep arguing your point, bickering until you’ve won, until you convince him that, for the love of everything, please stop saying things just to get a reaction. and, that feeling kind of does land on him in a way that twists his face with passion and realization. he feels what you want him to, hears what you’re silently saying behind every twisting word, and, in the back of his mind, the gears finally click into place. when he falls silent, and you can only incredulously huff “what?” at him, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you against him with just as much (or maybe even more) heat as he argues with. the heat is calm, though, careful and timid, burning less like a wildfire and more like a gentle candle. it clicks for you, too, when you feel the softness and intention in his lips, the strength of his hands, and the pound of his heart in his chest: the one thing he’s most passionate about in the world is you.

❤ bokuto !!

sometimes, bokuto’s world spins so fast that he can’t keep track of what’s happening. it’s after a game, at the team dinner, which he invited you to. for weeks, or maybe even months now, you’ve been stuck in a back-and-forth, will-they-won’t-they with him that you’re starting to think is all in your head. so, you spend the night trying to distract yourself by talking to his teammates instead of him. it feels juvenile, sure, almost like you’re in a romantic comedy, but there’s something about this whole situation you’ve found yourself in with bokuto that makes you stubbornly want him to make the next move. it even feels like he wants to, judging by the way he peeks over at you whenever he makes a joke, shuffles closer every now and again, makes sure to brush your arm when he reaches for more meat, and tries to interject himself into your conversation. it spirals out of control while everyone is leaving and you can sense a bubbling panic in him. the way he fidgets, fiddles with his own hands, inches closer to you all point to him wanting, needing something; and, before you can figure it out, there’s a sudden shift. he wears a look of boldness and determination as he grabs your face and kisses you, unabashedly, in the middle of the sidewalk by the restaurant. it’s warm and messy, yet gentle and asking for permission. without using his words, for once, he seems to say “i want you to only look at me!”

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hq hcs #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu #maria writes #three characters feels kind of short #but!!#i still really like these #and i definitely want to do more #i have some time saturday #so i may pop in for a 24-hour ask game #we'll see!

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rocorambles · 4 years

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Assumptions

Pairing: Hinata x Reader x Kageyama

Genre: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mild Dub-con, Overstimulation

Summary: Your breath catches when a toothy smirk lights up his face. “Now, I think the idiot and I have months of teasing to pay you back for.”

Requested by Anon

You lay your head on Hinata’s shoulder, giggling at something on the screen. Usually the redhead would be laughing right with you, but his mind is hardly on the episode of One Piece as he flushes at the feeling of your hair brushing against his neck and the warmth of your body seeping into his side. He thinks about how the two of you got here as he subtly takes comfort in the sweet smell of your shampoo. As a pro athlete, he had searched for a sports medicine doctor that he could go to regularly. Your office had been recommended to him by Bokuto, so one brisk Saturday morning, he had trekked over, excited to start talking about a nutrition plan and health regimen to keep him in top shape, when he opened the office door and saw you. He internally cringes in embarrassment when he remembers what a stuttering fool he had been at that first meeting, but you had been so kind and after a few appointments, he had finally been able to act like a relatively normal human being around you (well, as normal as Hinata could be anyway).

It took almost half a year before he finally had the nerve to ask you to come to one of his volleyball matches, but the sight of you in the audience ignited something within him and he moved faster and jumped higher than he ever had before. A few more matches with you watching and some encouragement from Bokuto finally had him nervously asking if you wanted to hang out sometime and he thought he would faint from sheer happiness when you said yes. Your hangouts had begun as just casual meals spent together, but as the two of you got to know each other better, you began to go to each other’s homes and throw on anime while the two of you played games or talked. He had been content just being around you, but one day while the two of you sat on his couch, something startled you on the screen and you had reached out to clutch his hand instinctively. Hinata blushed so hard his face almost matched the color of his hair and you had profusely apologized, but he had rapidly shook his head and sidled closer to you. Biting his lower lip nervously, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and his heart fluttered as you leaned into his touch and rested your head on his chest.

Your physical contact never goes beyond innocent, flirtatious motions. A gentle connecting of hands, a warm embrace, a comforting hold. And Hinata relishes every moment of it. Every brush of your skin sparks a bolt of electricity within him and he begins to wonder what it would be like to have you by his side as more than just a friend. As he stares down at your face illuminated by the flickering screen, he promises himself that he’ll ask you to officially date him soon before returning his attention to the TV.

Finally finding the courage within himself to ask you the big question, he excitedly asks if you’re free this coming Saturday, but is crestfallen when you reply that you already had plans. He mopes with his phone in hand when a ball suddenly smacks him in the face. With a yelp and a glower, he looks up only to find Sakusa staring unamused at him and he sheepishly returns to practice, putting his thoughts of you on pause. The week passes and exhausted after the grueling practices, Bokuto, Atsumu, and he slump down at a nearby restaurant on Saturday to enjoy their day off together. The atmosphere is comfortable as the three teammates ramble aimlessly about different subjects when Bokuto gapes down at his phone screen. “Hey, hey, hey! I didn’t know Kageyama and Y/N knew each other.” Stunned to hear his old friend’s name and your name in the same sentence, Hinata grabs the phone out of Bokuto’s hands and stares in disbelief at the picture displayed.

You look so cute in the Instagram picture and that’s all Hinata can focus on at first, but he scowls as he sees Kageyama standing next to you, holding a baby goat in his hands. He’s far too close to you and your arms are practically touching in the photo, but what enrages Hinata is the way Kageyama stares at you in the picture. He recognizes the look in his eyes. It’s a look he knows far too well. It’s a look he knows he wears every time you’re with him. He returns Bokuto’s phone with slumped shoulders as Bokuto excitedly wonders out loud when the two of you started dating. Dating? Were you two dating? Hinata pauses at that thought, but misery settles in his stomach when he concludes Bokuto’s probably right. That night, when he stands in his shower, he lets his tears mix with the water as he gives up on pursuing you.

Kageyama grumbles as you shove the furry creature into his arms. He’s never had a good relationship with animals and he’s convinced that all animals just naturally dislike him. But you had given him those damn puppy eyes and insisted that you could prove him wrong, which is how you both find yourselves in a petting zoo now. He’s tense. He’s almost certain the baby goat in his arms is also tense. But as he watches you gently pet and coo at the little animal in his arms, he can feel his muscles relax and he continues staring, entranced by the soft smile that finds its way on your lips.

You had also been recommended as a sports medicine doctor for him (turns out you were a favorite of many players in the Japanese Volleyball Association) and he remembers how awkward the first few appointments had been. He knows he’s not the most social person and he’d never talked to many members of the opposite sex before, so it had taken a while for the two of you to find a comfortable cadence. But you were patient and it didn’t take long before he felt at ease around you...so at ease that he had asked you if you wanted to get a milkshake with him after one of your sessions together. He doesn’t really know what drove him to ask you that, but he doesn’t regret it as it led to more milkshake and frozen yogurt hangouts (he had never really gotten over his love for milk).

Your petting zoo outing comes to an end and you cheer on Kageyama for going out of his way to approach some of the other animals and successfully petting them. As he soothingly rocks a little piglet in his arms, he smiles at you and wonders if you two could be more than friends one day. With that thought tucked in the back of his mind, he walks you home before returning home and going to sleep.

Drenched with sweat and panting for breath, Kageyama takes advantage of the break his team is taking and quickly scans his phone. He rolls his eyes at the Snapchat notification he gets from Hinata and opens it, preparing himself for another idiotic photo, when he freezes. You’re adorable even in a plain t-shirt and shorts and your concentrated face as you try to jump and smack a volleyball down makes Kageyama’s heart clench. But his jaw clenches in irritation when the screen pans over to Hinata’s smiling face giving a peace sign to the camera and cheerily exclamining about how he’d make you a great ace in no time. How did the two of you know each other? You were so close that Hinata was teaching you volleyball? Why hadn’t you ever asked him to show you some stuff? His mind can only jump to one conclusion and he’s surprised his phone doesn’t break in his bone crushing grip as he grits his teeth at the realization that you two must be dating. He doesn’t fully understand why his heart hurts so much at the thought and why he can feel water pooling at the corner of his eyes, but any thought of you being more than a friend disappears as he gets back up and returns to the court.

A few months pass and the annual Japanese Volleyball Association formal takes place. Hinata walks around the venue catching up with familiar faces he’s played with over the season, but he tenses when he sees Kageyama. He mentally scolds himself. There’s no reason why he shouldn’t be anything other than happy to see one of his oldest and closest friends, but your face flashes in his head and he feels a pang in his heart as he begins chatting with the setter. They laugh and reminisce on their old high school days, but after a lull sets in, Hinata broaches the topic that’s been eating at him. “How are things with your girlfriend, Kageyama?”

Kageyama chokes on his drink and stares incredulously at the redhead. “What are you talking about? I’m not dating anyone, boke.” Hinata stares at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, before bursting into a tirade of questions and interrogation. Kageyama’s brows furrow more and more as he starts making sense of the torrent of words coming out of the shorter male’s mouth. “Hinata, I thought YOU were dating her!” Both athletes stare at each other stunned and at first relief washes through both of them when they realize you’re still single, but lingering feelings of jealousy and frustration begin to rise up within them. Had you just been stringing the two of them along this whole time? Were you even interested in them? You had to be, right? Hinata thinks on the nights you’d cuddled with him on his couch. Kageyama remembers the times you’d wiped frozen yogurt off of his face for him with your fingers before playfully winking at him as you licked the remains off your hand. Yes, you had to be. Dark blue and hazel eyes meet and it feels like they’re back at Karasuno all over again, working together to defeat the other team and teach them a lesson about insulting the flightless crows. Except it’s only you on the other side of the net. It’s only you they’ll be teaching a lesson.

When Hinata asks you to come over and hangout the following weekend, you think nothing of it and quickly agree, excited to spend some time with the bundle of energy. Walking inside his apartment, you’re ready to just start chatting when a figure on his couch leaves you speechless. “Kageyama, what are you doing here? You guys know each other?” Shocked, you stare at the two volleyball players in front of you and something primal flares inside of you at the intense gazes they pin you with. Hinata makes the first move and you’re stunned by the crashing of lips against yours. Instinctively you melt into the kiss, overwhelmed by the amount of excitement and energy behind it. It’s sloppy and wet, but that only fuels the fire beginning to burn in your stomach. Hinata pulls away first and as you both pant for breath, you shudder as sharp hazel eyes bore into you. “Wh-what-” You don’t even have time to stutter out a question before Hinata draws his face even nearer to yours until all you can smell is his citrusy scent.

“You liked that, right? So you like me, right?” Before he can say anything else, he’s shoved aside and suddenly piercing blue eyes are right in front of you and your lips are once again captured, but this time it’s more careful, more precise, but no less intense as you whimper at the silent dominance. Kageyama lets you catch your breath and you dazedly stare at him as he searches your face for an answer. But an answer to what? “You liked that too, right? Does that mean you also like me? Do you like both of us?”

Flabbergasted, you stand there without replying as you try to come to terms with the turmoil of emotions entangled within you. You’re not a fool. You know you’ve been flirting heavily with both athletes for a while now and it was only a matter of time before one or the other confronted you about it. But you certainly hadn’t expected both of them to do it at the same time. You stare up into their faces and you almost cower at how small you feel. Stature wise, you’ve always been a lot smaller than the two pro-athletes, but the feral intensity in both their eyes and the way their bodies are taut with nerves as they look down at you makes you feel miniscule. You’re positive you could literally cut the tension in the air as they wait for you to reply. But what could you reply with? The reason you hadn’t ever tried explicitly hinting at something more than close friendship was that you felt something for both of them. How was that fair to either of them? What kind of slut isn’t satisfied with just one person? They deserve something better. Someone who can fully devote and love them fully.

You don’t realize you’ve voiced your thoughts out loud until you're knocked out of your rambling by strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into a firm chest. Tears well in your eyes as you feel the rumble of Hinata’s voice from your position. “You’re so silly, Y/N. I wish you had told us how you felt sooner. We don’t care about any of that. We only want you.” You stare up into Hinata’s grinning face and you feel a watery smile twitch at your lips, but you turn your head around at the feeling of strong hands on your shoulders. Kageyama has a smaller smile on his face, but your heart melts at the affection in his eyes as he nods in agreement with Hinata’s words. But your breath catches when a toothy smirk lights up his face. “Now, I think the idiot and I have months of teasing to pay you back for.” Those words are barely out of the setter’s mouth when you’re picked up bridal style by the redhead and rushed over to his bedroom.

You knew Hinata was abnormally fast, but you’re still caught off-guard by how quickly you’re thrown on his bed and your brain can barely keep up with the speed in which he strips down and positions himself on top of you, toned arms on either side of your face and muscular thighs spreading your legs apart. You moan into the fervent kiss he plants on your lips and you swear it feels like the sun is shining on you, but you bite your lip in anticipation as he quickly works his way down your body, pushing your shirt and bra up and sliding your pants and panties off while kissing as much of your skin as he can access. You flush when you look down and just see him staring in amazement at your most intimate part. Out of self-consciousness, you try to close your legs, but his hands gently hold your thighs in place as he continues to take in the sight. “Oi, Hinata, are you actually going to do anything or are you just going to sit and stare at her like an idiot?” Hinata scowls at Kageyama, but he immediately dives into your drenched heat and you wail at the feeling of a tongue and lips eagerly lapping every drop of your essence. You’re overwhelmed by the enthusiasm behind his actions and you begin panting as you try to keep up with the way he seems to suck and lick every inch of your lower mouth. Your back arches as he goes even deeper and his tongue swirls at a rapid pace within you. He hasn’t even touched your clit and yet you can feel the flood of juices pouring out of you in streams that Hinata’s quick to slurp up.

Kageyama observes your face twisted in ecstasy, trying to memorize every expression you make, but not wanting to be outdone by Hinata, he leans over and sucks on one of your already hardened nipples while his hand toys with the other. You feel delirious at the feeling of multiple mouths and hands on you and you try to push the two of them away, telling them you’re about to cum and that you’d rather cum with their cocks inside you, but they just intensify their actions and you scream as you reach your peak when Hinata frantically flicks your clit with his tongue and Kageyama gives a harsh pinch to one of your nipples. Exhausted, you slump down into the sheets, but you yelp as strong hands grab your waist and you feel something hard begin to push into your still sensitive walls. “Hinata, no! It’s too soon-AH.” Your eyes roll back at the feeling of Hinata bottoming out inside of you, stretching you so well and you stare dumbly up into Kageyama’s smirking face as he leers down at you. “One orgasm isn’t going to cut it. You owe us a lot more for leading us both on for months. We’re not stopping until Hinata and I both feel like you’ve learned your lesson.”

You can’t even think about replying as broken cries leave your mouth with every thrust of Hinata’s hips. He’s pistoning in and out of you so fast, giving you no chance to adjust to his pace or size and you sob in pleasure at the mix of pain and pleasure lancing through you with every movement. You clutch at his forearms, trying to ground yourself, but it’s no use and your body continues writhing as you feel yourself reaching the top of the cliff once more. Seeing the way your body is beginning to tighten, Kageyama resumes working over your nipples and that’s all it takes for your mouth to open in a silent scream as your body spazzes and twitches as your release hits you. Hinata moans at the way you tighten around him and the way your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock and with a few more snaps of his hips, he joins you in post-orgasmic bliss.

Your brain feels like mush and you don’t even acknowledge the feeling of Hinata slipping out of you as you lay there, toes and fingers still twitching every now and then as lingering pleasure trails through your nerves. But you almost sob as you feel your body once again being rearranged as a longer frame hovers above you. Kageyama leans down to gently kiss you. “One more. Be good and give me one more.” You clench your eyes at the feeling of a longer shaft penetrating you, reaching further than Hinata had and lust once again begins to painfully coil within you. You’re thankful for the fact that Kageyama’s movements are slower as he starts a languid pace, but moans begin to spill out of your lips as you fully experience and feel the way his length drags and slides against your quivering walls. Every movement is carefully measured and Kageyama watches you with hawk eyes as he continues his thorough assault. You take comfort in the way Hinata lies by your side and soothingly strokes your hair and murmurs how beautiful you are and it’s the mix of praise and pleasure that have you falling apart a third time and you bury yourself in Hinata’s hold as you ride out your orgasm. It feels impossibly good, but it’s laced with pain as it takes everything in your body to contract and break apart again without the chance to fully put itself together. It doesn’t take much longer for Kageyama to follow you as he groans at the view of your face contorted in pleasure and his hips speed up as he loses himself in the warmth of your cunt until he fully settles within you with a final grind of his hips as he fills the rubber encasing him.

Your arched back collapses and you bonelessly lie there with unseeing eyes as overexertion and mind-numbing pleasure crash down upon you. Hinata continues cuddling you and affirming how good you were for them as Kageyama cleans the three of you with a wet cloth. Your throat is hoarse and you couldn’t even move your spent body if you wanted to, but as Hinata continues filling your ears with sweet words and as Kageyama protectively holds you close, there’s no place you’d rather be.

#haikyuu smut #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #kageyama #hinata #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu writing #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo

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yamayamawrites · 4 years

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Accidental Confession - KageHina

I've rarely seen Astuhina around so heres the accidental confession: The BJ have just won against the Alders pulling an unbelievable defeat that was a close call. The team went out to celebrate, drowning themselves in alcohol (not all of them). When its time to head home, Bokuto and Hinata help take Astumu back. As soon as Bokuto leaves, Hinata helps the setter out for a bit. Astumu, drunk as hell, mistakes Hinata for Bokuto and asks Hinata what should he do for his feelings for him, how it hurts not being able to do anything about it and how he thinks Hinata is the sun thats too far and bright for him to reach.

I don't mind if you decide to change this to Kagehina because I also love that ship or if you decide not to do this at all, lol. Hope you're having a good day and I recently discovered you and really love your writting❤

Thank you so, so much for the request, and thank you for the compliment! I’m going to preface this by saying that I’m currently only caught up with the anime (unfortunately I don’t read the manga), so I don’t feel comfortable enough writing Atsumu as a character. I don’t want to write OOC, and I feel like I don’t know him well enough to discern his characteristics. For that, I’m super sorry!

I tweaked the request a bit to fit KageHina because I’m definitely comfortable in my abilities to write them. Maybe later in the anime I’ll revisit this prompt and complete it correctly - for now, I really hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with! Thank you again for the request!

Somewhere along the line, it had become habit for the Karasuno team to celebrate tough matches with team dinners and, occasionally, team drinks. So, after a particularly straining match against Seijoh (that ended in a close victory), the team gathered at Suga’s apartment to celebrate.

Hinata made a rule for himself early on that he wouldn’t drink; after his first hangover following their qualification for nationals, he decided that alcohol wasn’t for him. Everyone else, however, held their liquor quite well (or at least, well enough to not vomit it back up less than an hour later). Hinata almost broke his rule to himself that evening, though, considering just how hammered the rest of the team was. Tsukkishima had Yamaguchi in his lap while they played some sort of board game completely wrong against Ennoshita and Tanaka. Suga and Daichi had vanished somewhere in the chaos and returned nearly an hour later with a bunch of gas station snacks. Kageyama leaned against a wall, grabbing his head and scowling, and Hinata wouldn’t have even known he was drunk if he didn’t attempt a conversation with him.

“What’re you lookin’ at, y’dumbass,” Kageyama grumbled, his voice slurred and without the usual malice he delivered to Hinata.

“Oh, you too,” Hinata muttered back, sulking and turning to walk away when Kageyama grabbed his shoulder.

“Wait,” he said, and Hinata turned around. Now that Kageyama’s head wasn’t hung, he could obviously tell that the setter was having a hard time focusing his eyes on anything; that, and his cheeks were bright red.

“What?” Hinata replied, a little upset that even Kageyama was wasted.

“’M tired.”

“Good for you. Sleep on the floor.”

“No,” Kageyama whined, suddenly sounding more childlike than Hinata had ever heard. It made him laugh, and Kageyama tried to punch Hinata in the stomach, but in his current state Hinata easily dodged him. “Take me home.”

“Ugh, fine,” Hinata sighed. He knew he was one of the only people who knew where Kageyama lived, plus he had done this before and knew how to avoid strange questions from Kageyama’s mother as to why her son seemed so strange. “I’ll go get Tanaka, and we’ll take you home.”

“No,” Kageyama whined again, but Hinata had already left to go get Tanaka, who still believed he and Ennoshita were winning the game of Life—despite playing Life with a checkerboard.

“Tanaka san,” Hinata grabbed him and pulled him to his feet with surprising force. Tanaka grunted and stumbled a little but managed to stay on his feet.

“What?” he barked, baring his teeth. He was a lot more intimidating than Kageyama when he was drunk.

“I need help taking Kageyama home.”

“Why?”

“Well, he’s heavy and hard to support. Just until we get close to his house. Please?”

Tanaka tapped his chin in thought. “Wha’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy you some meat buns after practice tomorrow!”

“Deal!”

Hinata smirked inwardly; this was the third time he’d made such a deal with a drunk Tanaka, and he was certain Tanaka wouldn’t remember by the next morning.

So the three headed out, with Tanaka on one side and Hinata on the other. Kageyama’s arms hung limply over each of their shoulders, and their movements were a bit awkward considering two thirds of them were drunk, and also that Hinata was a great deal shorter than them. Still, they hobbled their way down the road, chattering about anything that came to mind (Hinata tried to keep up conversation at first, but he found quite quickly that it was much easier to just listen). Finally, after about a half hour of walking, Hinata told Tanaka he could make it the rest of the way and Tanaka turned and stumbled his way back the way they came.

“Tanaka-san, you’re short,” Kageyama mumbled as Hinata adjusted so that Kageyama leaned fully against him. Despite bracing himself, the two almost went crashing to the ground, but Hinata was able to catch himself and Kageyama at the last second.

“I’m not Tanaka-san,” Hinata huffed.

They only had about a block to go, but with Kageyama’s refusal to aid in any way whatsoever, the trip took much longer than it should have. When they finally arrived at Kageyama’s house, Hinata knocked on the door – he tried to remain quiet, knowing Kageyama’s mother had probably settled on the couch and was almost asleep for the night. As if to prove his theories, Hinata heard a yawn and a sleepy “Who is it?”

“Hinata and Kage—Tobio,” Hinata called back.

“Oh, Shouyou!” Hinata heard the scuffle of feet inside and soon Kageyama’s mother peered down at him, sleepy and smiling, and immediately Hinata’s mood lifted as well. Kageyama’s mother’s eyes settled on her groggy son, though, and Hinata had to think quickly. “What’s—”

“He’s exhausted from our match today!” Hinata explained quickly. “He fell asleep at Suga-san’s, so I thought I’d walk him home—”

“Momma,” Kageyama mumbled in a groggy voice.

“Do you mind if—”

“Oh, oh no,” Kageyama’s mother laughed softly and opened the door wider. “Please, come in. Thank you for bringing him home.”

“Of course,” Hinata beamed up at her.

“Tan…aka,” Kageyama grumbled, and Hinata swatted at Kageyama’s side as discreetly as he could while he practically dragged his setter towards his bedroom.

“It’s not Tanaka,” Hinata hissed quietly as they continued down the hall. “It’s—”

“Tanaka-san,” Kageyama whined as Hinata opened the door and led Kageyama to the bed. “D’you have a girrrfriend?”

“Shut up,” Hinata groaned. Every time this happened, Kageyama got more and more irritating.

“How do I…tell someone I love ‘em?”

“What?” Hinata stilled before he helped Kageyama lie down on the bed. Kageyama’s head remained hung, and his eyes were covered by his hair, which stunk with sweat from their earlier volleyball match.

“I gotta thing for small boy,” Kageyama mumbled. His voice sounded much less angry now, and for some reason that made his heart feel tight. He felt some sort of sinking feeling in his stomach, knowing that Kageyama had a thing for someone else—guilt, maybe? Shocked? He had an inkling of a suspicion that Kageyama might be gay, but that was only because of how he sometimes gushed over male volleyball players featured in sports magazines. Now that he heard Kageyama admit to having feelings for a boy—well, it settled his suspicion.

“Who?” Hinata implored; he knew he shouldn’t take advantage of Kageyama in a state like this, that he should just go home, but that sinking feeling felt oddly related to knowing who Kageyama was crushing on. And why hadn’t Kageyama told Hinata? They were supposed to be friends!

“Hi…nata,” Kageyama replied wistfully. “He’s so…gwah. He talks like that sometimes. I like that.”

“W-what?!” Hinata stumbled backward so quickly that he slammed his head against the wall, but Kageyama didn’t even look up in his dazed state.

“He shines! Like the sun,” Kageyama noted, tapping his chin. “I love how he flies. Like birds do. Like crows! Is that why we’re called crows?” His words moved further from understandable Japanese and closer to a mess of syllables the longer he spoke, but Hinata still felt himself catching every single word he said.

“He…huh?”

“I wanna date him, but how do you date your rival? And what if he doesn’t wanna date? I don’t wanna get rejected! Tanaka-san,” Kageyama whined in that way he’d been doing since he got drunk earlier that night. Hinata was frozen in place; he had no idea what to do with this knowledge.

“G-go to sleep!” he stammered finally, rushing out of the room—then rushing back into the room to leave Kageyama’s waste basket right next to the bed. (He knew from experience that Kageyama usually didn’t make it to the bathroom if he had to get sick.) When he left again, Kageyama’s mother sat, fully awake, on the couch. She caught Hinata’s line of sight and smiled warmly, patting the couch next to her.

Uh oh, Hinata thought wearily.

“Shouyou, Kageyama’s not exhausted…is he?” she asked calmly, and Hinata groaned and flopped down onto the couch.

“No ma’am,” he responded softly. “I’m really, really sorry. Sometimes the team—”

“Celebrates?” she interrupted. “I’m not upset about him being drunk, per se; I’m upset that neither of you told me.”

Hinata raked a hand through his hair nervously. This felt just as uncomfortable as having the “birds and the bees” talk with his mother. He didn’t know how to respond; luckily, Kageyama’s mother spoke again before he would have to.

“I’m very thankful that you watch over him, Shouyou,” she said softly. “He’s never had someone who cares that much about him.”

Hinata blushed, suddenly remembering what Kageyama had said just moments ago. He had forgotten all about that conversation in his embarrassment, but now he felt like he was being attacked by two generations of Kageyama, and it felt…well, terrible.

“I really should be getting home, ma’am,” he murmured. “Thank you for having me.”

“Shouyou?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not drunk, are you?”

“Oh, no ma’am, I tried it once and you should have seen—”

Kageyama’s mother laughed. “I was just making sure you were alright to make it home yourself. Thanks again. I’ll have a talk with Tobio when he wakes up tomorrow.”

***

Hinata didn’t sleep much that night. Kageyama’s words kept cycling through his head, and he felt terrible for knowing – not only because Kageyama had basically just confessed to him, but also because that confession wasn’t meant for him to hear. It was meant for Tanaka. Yet, Hinata didn’t want to tell Tanaka. He didn’t want to tell anyone. He wanted to forget it ever happened, and he settled on that decision as he tossed and turned. What little sleep he got consisted of dreams about Kageyama confessing and then throwing up in his lap, and he found it easier to stay awake.

The next day everything seemed normal at practice; the majority of the team suffered hangovers, aside from Hinata (obviously) and surprisingly, Tanaka. The two enjoyed a loud conversation about the match the day before while the rest of the team groaned and grabbed at their heads, loudly shushing the two most obnoxious players on the team. Hinata and Tanaka just laughed about it, skipping around the gym and targeting the especially hungover players during their practice scrimmage.

Nothing changed by Kageyama’s confession; at least, Hinata was foolish enough to believe that for the first week or so. But he soon noticed that Kageyama looked at him differently when Hinata seemingly wasn’t looking, or that Kageyama would sometimes brush hands or shoulders with him during practice (something Hinata would have excused as being accidental up until this point). He wondered if he should tell Kageyama, or how he even felt about Kageyama himself. It left him confused and, for the most part, sleepless.

Still, though, Hinata knew for certain that the next time the team celebrated, he would be the one to take Kageyama home.

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