Pretty.

Kageyama is still unsure whether things wouldn’t have cannonballed into hell and beyond if he’d decided to not attend the usual team sleepover at Tanaka’s house for once.

In the end, he still goes, and that’s how everything turns from perfectly normal to absolutely and definitely not okay.

Because Hinata greets him with the brightest smile and an enthusiastic wave of his small hand, eyes glowing with the colours of Kageyama’s favourite sunrise – which isn’t out of the ordinary, but something else catches Kageyama’s attention. He freezes, and stares.

Hinata is wearing a skirt.

It’s a pretty one, black with red and white flowers, and those little curves at the lower rim that Kageyama’s short-circuiting brain can’t remember the name for. He feels Suga slam his elbow into his ribs, painfully hard, and the air knocks out of his lungs. “Don’t you dare say something mean,” Suga whispers. Kageyama doesn’t understand. How could he be mean when Hinata looks so – so –

“Shit, you’re really pretty.”

Hinata stares back at him. Suga makes a choked noise in the back of his throat. Asahi squeaks, Noya and Tanaka blink in absolute paralysed confusion, and Kageyama wishes himself to someplace very cold and very, very lonely.

“Thanks,” Hinata says. Kageyama hates how his voice is so cute when he’s nervous, how a dark blush crawls onto his cheeks and his soft neck. He wants to kiss him.

“You should wear them more often,” Kageyama hears himself say. Oh God, he thinks right after, shit. Fuck. Holy shit, no. Why is he so dumb.

“Okay.” And Hinata smiles, pulls him onto the couch, and loudly demands that he’s getting the first pick on a movie for the night.

In the end, Hinata holds his hand while they all stare at the tv screen, and his naked foot may or may not have touched Kageyama’s socked toes here and there. Maybe he imagined it. But he sure didn’t imagine the way Hinata leaned against him, and quietly mumbled: “I’m glad you like it. I’ll wear them more often for you.”

And maybe, hell isn’t too bad, Kageyama thinks. If hell is Hinata curling on his lap while falling asleep and asking his opinion while buying a soft pink skirt the next day, then Kageyama would give up any heaven for another minute with that bundle of sunshine and joy.

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playing with lighting a bit ;v;

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third year kageyama has levelled up

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The first thing Kageyama thinks about Hinata is: “Damn, he’s fast.” And then, right afterwards, “his hair looks like sunshine.”

A few years later, they’re on the same team, Hinata’s small soft fingers spike his toss, and Kageyama thinks: “Shit, he’s cute.”

They win nationals. Hinata flies into his arms, clinging to him with his whole body, tears and laughter on his warm cheeks, and Kageyama thinks: “Fuck, I want to kiss him.”

The morning they carry the last boxes into their dorm room at the university, Hinata wears one of Kageyama’s far-too-big shirts, and his lips are soft and sweet on Kageyama’s when he kisses him on the bed they’re now going to share, where they squeeze to lie down between two volleyballs and Hinata’s favourite pillow.

And Kageyama thinks: “Holy shit, how do I deserve to love him, fuck – fuck.”
Hinata just smiles, and kisses him some more until Kageyama stops thinking.

Hinata’s smile darkens and dies when Tobio calls him ‘dumbass’ one time too much. Their teammates try to warn him, whisper something behind raised hands, and Tobio remembers – fuck, Hinata just failed a test, his sister’s sick, family problems and other shit – but he still yelled at him for a missed spike.

“It’s fine,” Hinata says during break, choking on the water he swallows too quickly, water on his neck and too much salt on his cheeks.

“I didn’t mean it,” Tobio says. He wipes Hinata’s face with his thumbs, too clumsy and a bit awkward, but the touch of his forehead against Hinata’s is as gentle as someone like him can manage. “You’re good the way you are.”

And Hinata stares, the sunlight caught in his amber eyes becoming bright again, as warmth spreads over his mouth. He nods, wild and enthusiastic, and Tobio feels a small hand squeeze his own before Hinata bolts onto the field again, shouting: “Toss to me, Kageyama!”

The word “foster” almost sounds like forest, and Tobio loves forests almost as much as he loves thinking about what having a friend would be like.

That’s why he isn’t scared when a man and a woman pick him up from that strange place one day and say something about “foster parents”. The new house is clean and warm, and Tobio’s eyes are wide when he sees the soft bed in a room that the woman says belongs to him. Late at night, when he can’t sleep because it’s really dark, he hears them say his name, whispered like it’s a secret. They say more things. “what drugs do to people, poor child” – and then the woman says a black, black word. It sounds like “a-b-lose” without the l, and Tobio doesn’t like it. He pulls the covers over his head and wonders when he’s going to go back to his mama, and if she’s going to be awake again then from her deep, kinda cold sleep, and maybe she’ll even cook him rice pudding.

Years later, he’s not dumb anymore. Karasuno is a family without fitting the word even remotely, a team where he’s not the only one with feathers missing from his wings. They’re a team, and Kageyama is the one who sharpens their claws and levels all mountains in their way into dust.

And then, there’s Hinata, and Kageyama finds out that he doesn’t need to fly when he can watch how Hinata rises in an arc of gold, a burst of hope surrounding him like a halo that Kageyama knows he’s lost a long time ago.

It’s Hinata who’s one out of a million. He’s the soft “can I?” whispered into his ear, every time without laughing, before leaning his forehead against Kageyama’s shoulder after Kageyama chokes out a broken “y-yeah, god yes”. He’s the fingers barely brushing over Kageyama’s wrist, never gripping, only lingering with a breathtaking gentleness that Kageyama, that Tobio thought he would never deserve.

It’s always Kageyama.

It’s Kageyama who dives forward to catch him when Shouyou’s foot snaps with a horrifying sound right after he’s spiked their winning point. The whole team moves like a storm when he cries in pain, because it hurts so, so bad – but it’s Kageyama who slams himself on the ground, careless, catching Shouyou and pressing him against his chest so he doesn’t fall right onto his face. He’s the one who pets his hair and whispers dumb, sweet things while the doctor x-rays his foot, and not even Tsukishima says something when Kageyama starts to carry him around school whenever Shouyou gets frustrated with his crutches.

It’s always Kageyama, Shouyou thinks and buries his nose in Kageyama’s hair when he lifts him up after practice to bring him to his mom’s car in front of the gym. He’s the only boy in the world who’s cute when he blushes, and he’s the only boy or girl that Shouyou kisses on the cheek before slamming the car door shut, shyness suddenly overwhelming him so he buries his face in both hands.

Kageyama keeps on carrying him, wordless, and when Shouyou’s foot is healed, he finally returns the kiss and presses his soft, warm mouth against Shouyou’s.