hinata – Page 2

Hinata already knows that he’s going to cry when Kageyama slaps the food out of his hand.

It hurts when knuckles collide against his palm, and the sweet-filled bun tumbles to the ground, dropping right into a dirty puddle by his feet. Kageyama stares. Hinata opens his mouth, tries not to tear up, wants to understand why Kageyama is being so mean – yes, he’s always rough with him, but never like this. He’s never actually hurt Hinata. His palm is a little red. He swallows.

And then, there are tears on his cheeks, dripping silently.

“I’m sorry.” Kageyama’s voice trembles. He reaches out for Hinata’s mouth, but Hinata flinches and stumbles back. “Did you eat any?” Kageyama wants to know, steps forward, grabs his collar. “Tell me. Did you eat it? How much?”

Hinata doesn’t understand. He shakes his head, makes a soft whimper in the back of his throat. “N-nothin’. Wanted to share w-with you.” There’s a hiccup rising in his chest, he wraps both arms around himself. “Why would you – “

Then, Kageyama picks up the bun and shows Hinata the wrapping. “It’s strawberry, you idiot. The filling. It’s pink and it’s strawberry. You’re allergic.”

Oh. Hinata sniffles. He tries to stop crying, but it doesn’t work. “Th… thanks.”

Kageyama throws the bun away and reaches out, but hesitates. “I’m sorry. Fuck.” He bites his lip. “I’ll buy you another one. I didn’t wanna hit you. I’m so sorry.” Hinata waits for the touch, but Kageyama goes rigid. “Hinata, I’m sorry – “

But Hinata nods, finally, and drops his head against Kageyama’s chest, nuzzling so long until shaking fingers gently touch his hair. “It’s okay. I literally forgot. If I didn’t have you – why did you even remember that, and when did I tell you – “

“Let’s go already. I’ll buy you a new one, I said.” The blush on Kageyama’s cheeks suits him, Hinata decides. He grins and laces their fingers up. “Okay.”

The last time Hajime had talked to Kageyama had been at his own high school graduation ceremony, and Kageyama had asked him a question, as simple and natural as breathing. “You love Oikawa-san, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Hajime had replied. Lying was useless, unneeded. Kageyama’s blue eyes had traced along his face. He hadn’t smiled. “I see. I don’t understand, but I guess I don’t have to.” To that, Hajime had said no, and they’d said goodbye.

It’s five years later and Hajime wants nothing more than to go home from university in this horrible blizzard, but a hand catches his shoulder. When he turns around, there’s Kageyama – but then again, it’s not. The loneliness is gone from his dark eyes, the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. And maybe that’s because of the young man clinging to his arm, sunshine-bright hair, eyes wide and warm like sweet honey milk.

“Iwaizumi-san,” Kageyama says, and Hajime hugs him simply because it feels right. They chat for a moment, the boyfriend – Hinata, right – making sure to distract Kageyama with touches all the while. And then, Kageyama says:

“You still love him, don’t you?”

Hajime says yes. “We live together, but it’s not like – “

Kageyama shakes his head, and even Hinata looks sad. “I thought you’d find out on your own one day. Iwaizumi-san, he – he’s always loved you.” The snow tastes bittersweet on Hajime’s cold lips. He swallows, shakes his head.

“He does,” Hinata says softly. “Sometimes, he phones Tobio. Believe me when I say that he loves you. Y’know, Tobio’s almost as big of an idiot as him, they both thought they’re never good enough – ow!” Kageyama growls at him, smiles then.

But Hajime doesn’t hear them anymore. He runs, snowflakes catching in his hair, blue-white cold bleeding over his mouth as he pants heavily. Tooru’s at home when he arrives, his bag being thrown in the corner. He’s on the couch and looks up, smiling, then opening his mouth. “Haji – “ is all that he can say.

“Eight years.” Hajime’s face is buried into Tooru’s shoulder, arm around his waist, his cold body strong against Tooru’s chest. “That’s for how long I’ve – God, why didn’t you say something, I thought – I wanted to, but Kageyama told me… ‘s it true? Talk to me. Tooru, talk to me, and don’t lie, don’t lie anymore.”

Tooru doesn’t speak for a long time. Then, his fingers softly cup Hajime’s jaw, trembling, thumb brushing his lips. His eyes are a beautiful darkness, star-lit by a glint of swallowed sadness and something long, long hidden.

“Twelve years.” The warmth of his mouth presses to Hajime’s lips. And Hajime chokes on the sob that roars in his lungs when Tooru whispers: “I was scared. You’re everything, and I was noth- “

Hajime shuts him up with a kiss, a desperate, wild thing lingering between their mouths, and Tooru curls against him like he’s that moon that’s only ever waited for its stars to finally frame the pale grace of its body, and light it up in white.

hana-tox:

OKAY FIRST OF ALL please please please like/reblog this because that was where this originally came from, i just illustrated it.

also hi moami i am the anon who asked to illustrate your ficlet last week lel

tbh i could have finished this on time for your birthday but i had a lot of post-labs that i needed to work on sorry ;;

I remember that you sent me a few anonymous messages where you told me that you were going to draw a comic a drabble of mine. And now I see the result, and can confidently say that I was not prepared for this at all.

This is absolutely mesmerizing. How you captured the vibrant colours of Hinata and Kageyama, how they are represented as opposite, warm and cold, blue and orange, will never cease to amaze me. And that you included my full drabble is almost breaking my heart in the best way possible. I honestly, truly love everything about this beautiful piece of art that you have gifted me with.

Hinata’s expression and the glow in his eyes in the almost last panel are killing me. You drew him so full of hope and love, all that affection and warmth that he has for Kageyama – and you reflected the hope that I put in the end of my drabble perfectly with Kageyama’s softening eyes.

Thank you. Thank you so, so much for this wonderful, perfect gift. ♥ ♥

ubrot:

birthday art for moami! I wish you all the best ❤︎

The dear ubrot (or, as I lovingly like to say, Brot) has become such a nice friend to me. HQ made us find each other, and she’s like the cherry on top of everything you could want from a friend and fellow Kagehina fan. Her art is nothing short of breathtaking, and I am so excited about this picture, honestly –

Just. Those boys. Those tiny angels hiding in scarves and being so in love. I like how they sneak glances at each other, the barely there blush. And I am unsure whether this relates to a drabble of mine but may Kags be wearing Hina’s scarf and Hina wears Kags’ sweater? Anyways. Thank you, dear Brot. You are like a fire in a cold winter night, a wonderful friend. Thank you. ♥ ♥

inkykinky:

my very very first kagehina for lovely cinnamon bun moami’s b-day~

Kageyama is still figuring out what to do with a smol boyfriend.

INKY. Sweet little Tintenherz.

I feel so privileged and happy that I receive your very first Kagehina drawing. I’m forever your cinnamon bun, and you have given me so much in our friendship, I can only thank you over and over again.

Especially, because this is ADORABLE. This is so much Kagehina – you captured their relationship and characters perfectly. Kageyama as the pillar of support, Hinata as the one who’s high and flies and clings to him.

It is beautiful. Danke, Kleine, ich liebe es. ♥

robin-birdly:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, moami!!!

You are a very talented, charming, kind and wonderful person! I wish that all the years to come will give more strength to your growing wings and you will be even more happy with your progress and your life!

Be healthy and happy! *hugs*

P.s.: I know there’s like a thousand pics of Hinata with wings, but your post really inspired me to draw this for you! I hope you like your little present ^_^

Everything about this is wonderful.

Don’t say that there’s a thousand pictures. Yours is unique and beautiful, and I love everything about it – the single feathers, Hinata’s determination, his pose. You have improved so greatly, dear, believe me. And I am happy that we are friends and have been ever since I started out small and insecure.

I like it so, so much – thank you, infinitely. ❤ ♥

“I’m not a good person,” Kageyama says, one day. “Don’t get closer.”

“I think I like you,” Hinata says, easy as breathing.

“Don’t trust me. I only disappoint everyone,” Kageyama tries again, many days later. “I mess up.”

“You are amazing,” Hinata says and touches his hand. “You make me fly.”

“No,” and months later, Kageyama begs, cries, yells. “No, you don’t understand, Hinata, no. Stay away from me. I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. You mean too much, I can’t – please. I hurt all of them, and I can’t, not with you – “

“I’m not your old team. I’m your decoy,” Hinata whispers into the soft skin of his mouth. “Please, Kageyama, please. Let’s try. Let me. I’m here. You can’t hurt me. You’re not a bad person.” Then, soft, very quiet. “I’ve loved you for months.”

And then, after Hinata paints gentleness into Kageyama’s chest with his smiles, the touch of his tiny fingers, the adoration radiating from his eyes. Kageyama surrenders.

“Yes,” Kageyama says, one day. “Me too, Shouyou. Me too.”

There are a million and one things that Kageyama wants to tell Hinata.

I’ll protect you. Please stay. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I want to be what you need. Let’s conquer them all, together, let me give you wings and roots and let me be the wind that lifts your hand.

There are names that he has for Hinata inside his head. Sugar. Treasure. Darling. They’re sweet and don’t come off his lips, swallowed by the insecurity in his tightening throat.

And in the end, Hinata makes it all easy again. After their thirteenth kiss, in the rain before Hinata’s house, sweat in their hair and salt on their lips from training, that’s when Hinata cups Kageyama’s jaw with trembling hands and whispers:

“You can call me Shouyou. If you want to.”

Kageyama wants. He calls Hinata’s real name into the rain-dark silence, and somehow, he’s enough for the boy who’s finally given him a language he can speak.

Maybe Kageyama never would’ve noticed that something’s off with Hinata – if he hadn’t opened his eyes during one of the secret after-school kisses. Everything is normal, Hinata’s soft mouth is warm against his own, and Kageyama is happy that he can nip and lick at his bottom lip a bit, that he can slide his fingers over Hinata’s neck. Everything is good, until something ice-cold brushes his cheek.

Kageyama shudders and blinks. His breath knocks out of his lungs with a yelp.

A black thorn protrudes from Hinata’s temple. His eyes are closed, and between his brows is a dark hole, with a slit of red gleaming inside. It looks like a third eye. Oh God. Kageyama cannot breathe. The thorn brushes his cheek again, and then he screams.

Hinata jumps and pulls back. “What the hell?”

“You – there was – “ Kageyama stutters, stumbling back, raising a hand to point at – oh. Hinata blinks at him. His forehead looks perfectly normal, except for a worried frown, and his temple is clean.

“Maybe you should go home. You look a bit sick.” Hinata grabs his bag and pats Kageyama’s shoulder, before kissing his cheek. “See you tomorrow?” Kageyama can only nod, standing paralysed and shivering as Hinata’s steps fade. What the hell? He – he must’ve imagined that. Thorns, a third eye. Bullshit.

Later, he feels guilty for pushing Hinata away like that. He sends him a text with “wanna have a sleepover tnight?”, and offers that they can play games and – yes – make out a bit. They’ve only been together for a few months but Kageyama is pretty damn sure that this is special. He’s glad when Hinata agrees to come, and even accepts his apology.

It’s the first time that Hinata is over at his place.
Things don’t really go that well. Hinata seems a bit distant, even when Kageyama tries to kiss him again. It’s not even midnight when Hinata says that he’s tired and wants to sleep. Kageyama frowns but lets him. He watches the dark form of his boyfriend on the futon besides his bed for a long time, before…

It feels a thousand years later when ice-cold breath brushes over his face. Kageyama blinks. When did he fall asleep? “The hell, Hinata-“ There’s moonlight falling into his room, illuminating the dark figure leaning over his body.

It’s Hinata – and it’s not. His body is distorted and smeared with blood, and when Kageyama opens his mouth to scream, a thick thorn slams down on his lips and worms its way into his throat. Hinata’s laugh is so low that Kageyama’s stomach turns, he gags, oh God – this can’t be real, but then Hinata’s skin starts to fall off-

“Y’know, darling, this is a really nice body. Young and fresh. But…”

And this thing, this horrible creature, opens its third eye and licks its tongue over a mouth full of sharp, white teeth. Kageyama’s vision fills with crimson.

“It’s starting to get a lil’ rotten in here. So – thank you for inviting me in, Tobio.”

Finding out that he’s gay isn’t what makes Kageyama uncomfortable about his current situation. He has arranged himself with this new fact quickly, especially after he’d remembered how Daichi and Suga had explained their relationship to the team, and the gentle way in which their fingers laced up. So luckily, Kageyama had more or less easily accepted that he likes men.

The problem isn’t that he likes men. He likes only one. Singular, not plural. Just a single man – well, not even a man. It’s a boy.

Hinata is infuriating and annoying and wild and beautiful, and all that Kageyama never knew he wanted until those amber-bright eyes shine at him like he’s the sun, and not a lonely and corrupted supernova anymore.

It’s horrible. Hinata’s casual touches light fire on his skin, the way he laughs at others has Kageyama’s lips go thin in jealousy, and one day he can’t take it any longer. He doesn’t like men, he likes Hinata, and that’s why he – confesses.

“I think I am homosexual for you.”

They’re the last ones in the locker room. Hinata stares at him through the hole of the shirt he’s been trying to pull over his head, frozen into place. Kageyama’s fists are tight against his thighs, he sits on the bench by Hinata’s side. Stares down, waits, is afraid and sorry and opens his mouth to apologize for how he is –

“Jeez, you’re terrible at confessing.” Hinata finally pulls his shirt down. Kageyama’s head flicks up to him, crimson on his cheeks and “fucking dumbass” on his lips, but then Hinata is close, leaning over him, and Kageyama’s mouth goes dry and empty.

“Glad you finally did it, though.” Hinata’s face is just as warm as Kageyama’s own feels. His fingers trace along Kageyama’s jaw, shaking, and he blinks when he feels that Hinata is actually… nervous. “So,” his mouth manages, “are you – ?”

Hinata’s answer is a press of soft lips against Kageyama’s. “God, stop talking, you are so much cuter when you shut up – mhm.”

Kageyama is so goddamn happy to obey, for once, and finds that Hinata can light fire not only on his skin, but all the way down his chest and into his heart.