Tag: kageyama

Kageyama doesn’t say ‘I love you’. Hinata doesn’t understand, at first, why he can’t just do it – it’s easy, isn’t it? After all, Hinata tells him all the time, whenever they kiss, their fingers laced up, Kageyama’s mouth soft and shy against his own because they don’t need to go further than this yet. 

Hinata doesn’t understand – until another spike hits him in the skull during a game, and the world goes black before his eyes. 

He finally understands when he wakes up under a white ceiling, his mouth dry, and a warm, sweaty hand clings to his own. 

Hinata understands that there’s other ways to say it when he listens to Kageyama cry, face buried into Hinata’s hand inside his own. 

“Please be okay. Don’t leave me, please, please come back to me. I can’t play volleyball without you. I’ll buy you all the meat buns, you dumbass, but come back to me and spike my tosses and steal my milk and God, Hinata. Hinata. 
…Shouyou. I promise, I’ll make you invulnerable this time.” 

And somehow, Hinata doesn’t need I love yous anymore, when he can squeeze Kageyama’s hand and see how his dark eyes light up with fireworks inside when he looks at him.

“So,” Hinata suddenly says on the way home after practice, “did you know that everyone thinks we’re bonded?”

Kageyama merely raises a brow at him. “Why? ‘cause I’m the poor alpha who has to put up with your shitty spikes and receives – “ 

“Hey! I’ve gotten better, but you’re still a shitty guy!” Hinata jabs his elbow into Kageyama ribs and earns himself a warm hand on his head, squeezing his skull. “Ow – no, ouch! Alright, fine, sorry. No, because – well, Yachi said that I smell like you. That my scent’s kinda… Hinata-omega-plus-Kageyama now.” 

Kageyama stops in his tracks. “Oh.” – “Yeah.” There’s a moment of silence before Hinata takes a deep breath. “I mean… we – we are kinda touching all the time, y’know. Even if it’s just you pulling at my hair. I like it better when you ruffle it, by the way – “ 

“Would anything change?” Kageyama reaches out and takes Hinata’s hand. His cheeks are red, glowing in the light of the lazy afternoon sun. “I mean. Bonding’s just… wearing each other’s scent. And you already steal my jackets, and I take your scarf all the time. We wouldn’t really be anything else – “ 

A radiant, warm smile spreads over Hinata’s face. “Well, one thing would be different. I could do this.” Kageyama wants to ask what he means, but then Hinata’s already kissing him, right on the lips, soft and shy and with a tint of candy that he ate earlier. 

And then he’s running off, jumping onto his bike with a cry of “see you tomorrow!”, before his silhouette vanishes on the road up the mountain. Kageyama stands there, dumbfounded, and tries not to grin like an idiot. If bonding means that he can keep wearing Hinata’s scarf and staying by his side, then he’s hold his hand all day so their scents melt together, and Hinata kisses him like that again. 

“Really, Kageyama,” Hinata says during a training break, glancing up at his setter. “I don’t understand why you hate ‘King of the Court’ so much. You’re not even a tyrant anymore, right? It’s such a cool name.”

Kageyama looks at his small ace, and says without hesitation: “I wouldn’t mind being a King if you were my Queen.”

The gym of Karasuno has never been that quiet. That is, until Hinata’s face has finished changing from a pale ash-grey to a brilliant crimson, and he mumbles something about ‘stupid royalty’ before darting back onto the court. 
Kageyama’s blush rivals Hinata’s when he follows, the tiniest smile on his lips.

“Are you sure that it won’t hurt?” Hinata asks, voice quiet and nervous when Kageyama presses their foreheads together, fingertips running over Hinata’s cheeks. It’s just a kiss, but his heart beats like a hurricane. He has never kissed anyone, but this is Kageyama. This is Hinata’s moon, his shadow, his setter.

“You spike my tosses with closed eyes,” Kageyama whispers against his mouth, breath warm and gentle. “Can you trust me like that now?”

Hinata can, and he does. Kageyama’s kiss is slow and his lips are shaking, fingertips singing like fire on Hinata’s skin where he touches him. 

Hinata’s eyes are closed. Kageyama always lets him soar. 

“Kageyama, I’m trying to do my homework here. Stop staring at me, it’s scary.”

“Shut up, I’m not scary. That’s just my face. And I wasn’t staring at you, I was staring at your lips.” 

“Why would you do that?” 

“…have you ever kissed anyone, Hinata?”

“What?! No! Why – hey, if you wanna make fun of me just because I haven’t kissed anyone, cut it out! Wanna fight? Just – just because I don’t have girls come to me and confess all the time, just because – “ 

“You’re an idiot. I haven’t… either. Kissed someone. But I think I wanna.” 

“…well why don’t you, then. Won’t be hard with all those swooning girls.” 

“Jesus Christ, did you receive so many volleyballs with your head that you got no brain left? You’re so fucking dense! Alright, I’m done. Get over here – stop moving, Hinata, I swear to – “ 

“I’m not – mhmphh. …Kageyama? Did you just – that was – oh. A k-kiss…?“ 

“…looking at someone’s lips means you wanna kiss them. Daichi told me. Was – was it bad? I’m sorry, but you’re just such a dumbass sometimes – !” 

“Shut up! And I didn’t say it was bad. But you should do it again. Just so I can make sure.” 

“Y-yeah. To make sure, ‘f course. Now c’mere, I wanna – mhm. Yeah. That.”