this is a MESS but i drew braces!hinata because @moami‘s writing makes me want to draw and @kkumri‘s art also makes me want to draw
(ft. freckles hina because i am weak)
I made a soft, tiny gasp at ths. Look at this beam of sunlight! His eyes are so beautiful, I’m dying, and his freckles are precious. I think Hinata would definitely choose that hue of orange for his braces. Thank you so much for this, I’m happy to receive this fanart. ♥
when u squeal on twitter about braces hina with moami and they drop THIS BOMB
Oh my gosh. Ally, this is so adorable! Look at that tiny lovestruck Tobio. (I understand him so well. A blushing Hinata who smiles around braces would pierce my heart, too.) He’s so cheerful and warm, waahhh, I love this ♥ Thank you for doing this amazing work and for squealing with me!
At first, Hinata doesn’t understand why Kageyama insist on this thing. Whenever they say goodbye, after their kiss at the crossroads that leads up the mountain, Kageyama reaches for Hinata’s sleeve. He tugs, just a tiny bit. Hinata then usually sighs and tiptoes to nuzzle his cheek and says something like “I’m glad you’re my boyfriend” or “I like you a lot.”
Today, he’s in a hurry. Kageyama barely catches him after training, because Hinata’s racing to his bike, panicking about the dentist appointment he can’t be late to. “Hinata!” Kageyama calls, but there’s no time. “I’ll call you later tonight,” is all Hinata manages to say before he climbs onto his bike. “Sorry! Bye!”
When he comes back from the dentist, his mother spares him from watching Natsu and lets Hinata go to his room until dinner. He hugs her tightly before running off, pain still throbbing in his cheek. Reaching for his phone, Hinata checks his messages – and freezes.
Do you want to break up? From Kageyama.
What the hell! No! Why, do you? He wants to call, wants to know, but Kageyama doesn’t pick up and instead there’s a new message.
You didn’t say you liked me today.
Hinata wants to hit him at first. Of course he hasn’t stopped liking Kageyama within a day! But then again… it’s Kageyama. They have their rituals, their rules, and Kageyama struggles with – things. Hinata catches himself smiling. He’ll say it every day, twice, four or five times, until it’s carved into Kageyama’s heart.
I like you. A lot. Still do. Kiss me tomorrow morning, okay?
The reply is immediate, and Hinata squeezes his phone tightly.
Okay. I like you the best.
Idiot, Hinata thinks, and my boyfriend. Maybe they’ll kiss a bit longer tomorrow.
When they first fall asleep in their new bed, the whole house smelling foreign and weighing heavily with silence, the still-unopened moving boxes dark shadows against the wall, that is when Kageyama pulls Hinata closer and buries his face into the soft hair of his neck. “I hope you won’t regret this,” he says.
“Good night,” Hinata chuckles and takes Kageyama’s hand, pulling it over his waist so he can press it against his heart to fall asleep under his boyfriend’s touch.
When their first attempt at cooking goes horribly wrong, the fire alarm screeching above their heads until Kageyama figures out how to turn it off while Hinata throws away the burnt pasta sauce, that is when they sit on the floor together and hold hands, staring at the speckles of tomato all over the tiles. “I’m sorry it’s not perfect,” Kageyama says.
“We can just order pizza,” Hinata smiles and kisses his cheek before he gets up to find a towel. They clean the mess together.
When there’s been a week of barely seeing each other, for the first time ever, their hands not having touched since Sunday and the calender now whispers seven, seven days, when their lips haven’t found each other’s warmth in what feels like years and there’s a fight about something so small and so stupid that it brings tears to Hinata’s eyes and a loss of words into Kageyama’s throat, that is when Kageyama opens his arms to hug his boyfriend until he stops crying. “I wish I was a better person,” Kageyama whispers into Hinata’s hair. “I’ll fix this.”
“We’ll be okay,” Hinata says into his chest. He wipes his tears and lifts himself up on his toes to kiss Kageyama, soft, smiling despite everything. “People fight. I still love you, idiot.”
And when they’re curled up on the couch afterwards, hands laced up as if the roots of two trees had found a way to hold each other up through the storm, that is when Hinata says:
“You know that you’re enough, right? Stop asking me if I regret this. I don’t. I won’t. You’re the best thing that I’ve ever fallen in love with.”
That is when Kageyama doesn’t ask another question, and lets Hinata kiss him until the tears in his eyes die and the warmth inside his chest embraces all of him.
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!”
Hinata Shouyou / Kageyama Tobio.
Rating: General Audiences
Chapters: 1/1
Summary:
Hinata stops talking to him – and then his smile dies. Tobio is far more bothered than he wants to admit.
“Hinata. Hey, listen to me!”
“Wh-what is it? You look scary again.”
“Shut up. I just – I fucking love you, okay, I – “
“…more than volleyball?”
“…”
“Sorry, I – of course not, you – “
“No, not more. More like, equally. ‘cause you are the volleyball I play, and you’re kind of everything I like about it. You’re like – “
“Now y-you shut up, oh my god. Stop talking and kiss – mhm. Hmm.”
“…good?”
“Kageyama, you idiot. Yeah. Really good.”
“Why don’t you fucking understand! I can’t – I just can’t let myself love you. ‘cause I ruin every damn thing, every relationship. And you… you’re too important for me to hurt. Hin – Shouyou, I couldn’t hurt you even if my life depended on it.” A deep breath. His voice shakes, and then Kageyama pushes Shouyou out of their warm embrace, hands still oh so gentle even now.
“You deserve better. You deserve so, so much more than just me.”
And there it is. Kageyama is crying. Shouyou doesn’t know what to say, because this is horrible and all of his nightmares, that this stupid boy (no, young man) he’s fallen in love with cries before his eyes. That it should be ugly – Kageyama burying his face in both hands, hurt little noises coming from the back of his throat. He hasn’t cried since they were first years, the whole team quietly mourning along a dinner table with food tasting bitter in their mouths.
“Oh, shut up.” Shouyou takes a step, two, his hands finding the salt-wet skin of Kageyama’s cheeks. And when Shouyou kisses him, soft and tiny and so utterly different from all the wild energy he usually is, Kageyama fucking sobs.
“You – you – Hin… Shouyou. Shouyou.”
“We’ll be okay,” is what Shouyou whispers against Tobio’s trembling lips, kissing him again and again until his own warmth vibrates in Tobio’s chest, blood rushing skin on skin, fingers lacing up into a net of forever, always, yes. Yes to him, goddamn yes. “We’ll be good. You’re all I got and all I want. Now really, learn to shut up and kiss me.”
And Tobio laughs, breath hitching, and carefully cups Shouyou’s head before kissing him once more.
Moami 