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Kageyama had never truly put pen to paper when it came to defining his ‘type.’ Men. Yes, men because there was honestly no trying to deny that he liked men. Strong pectorals and firm muscles over soft breasts and longer hair. That was something he had discovered about himself in his adolescence. But in terms of describing his type to his sister and teammates alike, who were itching to set poor single Tobio up, he comes up short.
It is not for lack of trying or attempted dating. It is just that the men he pursued (using that term very loosely) or the ones who approached him seemed to be something at the moment. Opportunity over planning. They weren’t ugly per se. They just did not have him ‘hot under the collar’ or ‘giving up his left nut to fuck’ as his blond and vulgar teammate Miya Atsumu would describe.
If anyone had a type, it would be the blonde, and the type was brooding and dark hair. Kageyama had gotten the once over from Atsumu but was quickly assured he did not fuck fellow setters. Kageyama was ever so grateful. But still, he couldn’t escape the insistent offers to set him up with a friend, cousin, or even an uncle? He did appreciate his fellow teammates’ concern, really, he did. And at 24 years old with no real dating history, he himself was starting to wonder if his interest in men was only superficial.
No man he had met had made him act love-struck or ready to drop to his knees. When he masturbates, it is to faceless men with toned bodies. It’s good, efficient, and helps him relieve any pent-up stress. And as the Olympics approach and the Japanese National Team reunites, Kageyama finds himself a little stressed at the thought of going through the same routine.
“Kageyama-kun, it is good to see you. Have you been keeping well?” asks Ushijima Wakatoshi. It has been almost three months since he saw his senpai and former Adler’s teammate, and he is glad to see a familiar face. One that usually minds his business.
“Ushijima-san,” Tobio bows with his head, “Yes, I have been keeping well in preparation for this season. How have you been?”
“That is good to hear. I have been keeping well. I have returned from France after visiting Tendou. It was a good time,”
Kageyama hums. The two of them do not need to fill the silence, comfortable enough to walk together towards the training centre.
Someone, or two someones who are the opposite, bound towards them.
“Hey, HeEY hey. Toshi-kun. KahGeyama- kun,” screams Bokuto.
“Of course, both Adlers are together,” drawls Atsumu, like he isn’t with his fellow MSBY teammate.
Kageyama greets his seniors, and the four enter the gymnasium, where more players file in. Team Captain Aran, libero Komori, and his cousin Sakusa are already warming up. There are also people he does not recognize, but judging from their clothes, they must be the staff, personal trainers, and organizers.
“I can’t wait to meet the new guy!” says Bokuto as he throws off his jacket. A small staff member catches it.
New guy? Since when is there a new guy.
Ushijima voices Tobio’s question.
“Ohh, you guys didn’t know?”
“Of course, they don’t, Bo. In their first Olympics, they were invited to the National Team and didn’t have to try out like us common folk,” teases Atsumu.
“I didn’t either Tsum-Tsum?”
Atsumu balks, “I had to!”
“So, who is this new guy?” Kageyama interrupts Atsumu’s whining. Not to be threatened, but is the new guy a setter, and if he is, where is he? Kageyama needs to size him up immediately.
“Don’t ya worry, Tobio-kun. The only setter ya need to worry about is me,”
“Yeah, the new dude is a spiker. But he trained in Brazil, so technically, he can play all positions. They call him a ninja.”
“How do you know so much about him, Bokun?”
“He is Kenma’s friend, so I already met him. I think he already looks up to me like I can be his mentor,” Bokuto says with stars in his eyes, “Yes, my student. I shall train him to be the best spiker,”
“A spiker?” It is Ushijima whose interest is piqued upon hearing about the new player’s position.
“Mhmmm. A crazy spiker who can use both hands. He is from Japan but left to train when he was eighteen. But if anyone should feel threatened,” Bokuto stops and looks around, which is more suspicious than if he kept talking, “it is Kourai-kun,”
“Why should I be threatened by the new guy?”
Bokuto jumps almost into Atsumu’s arms as the white-haired spiker pops up next to them. Obviously, his knack for detecting shit-talking never fails him.
Kourai punches Ushijima’s arm. “You think if I can go up against canons like this, I’ll be scared of anyone? What? Just because he is taller than me, I should be worried?”
Both Jackals shake their head.
“And besides Kageyama-kun, here is my loyal setter. We go way back since the youth camp,” Kageyama does not know what Kourai is mouthing off about, “He is not going to abandon me for some Brazilian Ninja,”
“That may be true. However, the coach is very selective about the team. He would not change the roster so close to the season if this ‘Brazilian Ninja’ was not good. I want to meet him,” says Ushijima, unaware of Kourai’s scowl.
“SAME!” says Bokuto, despite claiming to have met the new guy.
“I wonder if he is here today. You think he can hit my super quick set?” asks Atsumu. Now, that interests Kageyama. He is always ready to try new sets with new spikers, and if this guy is tall, his contact point must be crazy.
“I see Kenma is here,” Bokuto points to the blonde with brown roots in a Bouncing Ball hoodie, “So Shoyo is there too!” Bokuto doesn’t wait to explain more as he runs across the court to the…to the most beautiful man Kageyama has ever laid his eyes on.
Zing
Time must slow down, or Kageyama’s blinks have been affected. Everyone else fades into the background as Kageyama’s gaze hones in on him.
Remember when Kageyama said he had never met someone who made him feel weak in the knees? Never felt his mouth run dry as if he swallowed sandpaper and never felt that rush of sweat build up on his forehead as his brain was fighting for its life, trying to process what his eyes were seeing. If you don’t remember, it is because he never said something that corny, but he sure is feeling the impact of it right now.
The man, the beautiful son of Aphrodite, with his striking ginger curls, continues to talk to someone. Kageyama doesn’t know who or care. All he cares about is getting lost in those toffee-coloured eyes. Did Kageyama ever say how much he likes toffee? Well, he hasn’t really tried much, but it doesn’t matter; he loves it. The man smiles, and oh God. His whole face lights up, his nose crinkles, and his eyes close in mirth. Is he standing next to a window, or is that halo an added special effect courtesy of Kageyama.exe.
“Kageyama-kun, hello. Oi, are you sleepwalking?” Kageyama is rudely shoved out of his dream. It must be a dream because no one can look so ethereal in real life.
“What?” he fumbles out.
Kourai clicks his tongue, “I said Coach just called us to line up. Why are you acting so dazed?”
Next to him, Atsumu cough-laughs and gives him a most top-tier shit-eating grin, “Oh, have some patience Kourai-kun. Tobio over here is…just excited to meet, I mean play volleyball.”
Volleyball. Yeah, that sounds good. He should ask the new guy if he likes to play volleyball. He should tell him that he is a setter on the National Team. Would that impress him? Why does it matter? What is Kageyama thinking about?
He feels a hand sling around his shoulder, “Don’t worry. Just be yourself, and I’m sure that’s …a start,” says Atsumu, not entirely convinced and confusing Kageyama even more.
Kageyama loses focus of the redhead, and it truly is a shame. He hopes he appears again. Kageyama didn’t see what he was wearing, but he saw his strong shoulders, so he sincerely hopes he is a Personal Trainer.
Usually, nothing can distract him when it comes to being on the court. Nothing can make him lose focus. But it is not every day God drops from heaven, unearthed from the crevices of Kageyama’s mind, his attraction personified. Perfectly wrapped in a trim, lithe body. Kageyama did notice that compared to the blurry image of Kenma, this man was not that much taller. He quickly scouts the gym, hoping to spot the redhead. But gives up when the coach calls them to line up.
But there, next to Coach Hibarada, he is. He stands with his hands behind his back and an easy-going smile on his charming face. The black compression tee he wears stretches the Bouncing Ball logo across his pecs. It almost distracts from his tapered waist, and since Kageyama’s eyes are already on the path to depravity, he might as well check out the guy’s thighs. Kageyama would like to add he also has never got the whole ‘breast or ass debate’, but right now, he feels an acute sense in his gut, a shift from his usual indifference over the topic: he is a thigh man through and through.
Holy Shit. Those thighs look like they can crush a man’s head. Where can Kageyama sign up to be that man? He inconspicuously wipes his mouth because he thinks he is drooling. Blatantly checking out someone is crass behaviour, but currently, Kageyama cannot find a single shit to give. Not when Mr. Pecs-and-Thighs is looking in his direction. His body and mind, usually so well connected, instantly become disjointed, and he stumbles into Bokuto’s wide backside.
Upon noticing the slight commotion, the redhead laughs, and the melodious quality of that voice stirs up Kageyama’s insides. He can foresee many trips to sort out his hamstring or quads from the new PT.
“Oi, what’s happening over there? Please listen up. I want to start practicing with our team as soon as possible,” says Coach.
The team quickly listens as Coach starts talking. He goes over the start of the season, the tentative plan as well as their training regimen. All the while, the cute redhead nods along. Kageyama doesn’t question why he is standing at the front while Iwaizumi and the other trainers are off to the side. Kageyama is content to turn off his mind and look at something pretty. Roses and tinsel frame his face - like some sort of camera filter Kageyama’s mind adds by default.
“As you guys are well aware, the new season starts soon, and while I am pleased with my selection, we did have invite-only try-outs,” says Coach, taking a step back and gesturing to the redhead, “I am pleased to introduce you to your new teammate and wing spiker, Hinata Shoyo,”
Hinata. Hinata Shoyo, aka Mr. Perfect Thighs, aka Kageyama’s wet dream personified, steps forward. “Nice to meet you. I am Hinata Shoyo. Please take care of me,” Hinata enthusiastically bows.
“Damn, he short as shit,” whispers Kourai.
Wing Spiker.
Not a personal trainer but a player. And not just any player, a wing spiker. If that is his fixed position, that means Kageyama has to be in close proximity to the guy. The same guy that, if he looks at for too long, might cause him to cream his pants. Almost 8 hours a day till the end of the season. Blessing or curse, Kageyama’s psyche is yet to decide.
Coach splits them into teams, and Hinata, Hinata with the thighs just in case anyone was confused, happens to be on Kageyama’s team. Making him his wing spiker.
“Aww, I wanted to be on Sho’s team,” whines Bokuto.
“It’s okay, Bo-san. Next time,” Hinata says with a smile, and Bokuto perks up.
Kageyama wonders when and where they got so close? He knows Bokuto knows Kenma through Kuroo, but how close is he to the new guy? He has never thought of Bokuto-san as competition to his position, but maybe now they will be competing in another game.
Once Bokuto has moved across the court, Hinata turns to his five other teammates and gives another bow, “I look forward to playing with you,”
Aran, who is also on the team, asks Hinata to tell them a little about his spiking style and his skills since they haven’t seen him play.
“Well, I have played indoor, but I mainly trained beach volleyball, so my style is speed and defence,” he rubs the back of his neck, and Kageyama valiantly does not let his eyes stray to how the biceps contract, “though when there is only two players you have to learn everything including setting and-”
“You can set?” interrupts Kageyama, and for the first time, Hinata’s full attention is on him. His chest feels tight having the full gaze of the amber eyes on him.
“Yip, though not as great as a trained setter, but I can hold my own in a pinch,” Hinata answers, but the fire behind his eyes betray how he is downplaying his skills.
Aran claps his hands, and Hinata’s gaze breaks, “Great to hear Hinata-kun. For now, we want to keep the formation, Kageyama setter, Suna, and Gao middle blockers. Me and you wing spikers, and obviously, Komori is our libero.”
Hinata nods, unfazed that even their libero is much taller than him. Kageyama has been on a team with a spiker under 5’8, so Hinata’s stature does not faze him. If he is good enough to get on the national team, then Kageyama is eager to set to the guy.
Granted, a few minutes ago, he was itching for something else, but now his mind is purely on volleyball and seeing if Hinata can put those thighs to good use.
Turns out he can. Not just thighs, but arms, legs, his whole body moves as one fluid and honed machine fully equipped to dominate the courts. It is not just Kageyama but the opposite team and those watching that are amazed by Hinata, aka Ninja Shoyo. It is clear why Hinata was selected by the coaches. He isn’t just nice to look at; he will make a great addition to the already monster-filled team.
“Guess he is sure more than some eye candy, huh Tobio-kun?” the box-blonde setter remarks. Isn’t he supposed to be on the other side of the gym? “And here you were eyeing him, no regard to the skill-”
“Don’t swap yourself with Kageyama,” chastises Sakusa (also, isn’t he supposed to be on the other side of the gym?)
“Are we checking out the new guy?” adds Hoshiumi, “I think I could take him,” he flexes a bicep.
Atsumu chortles from holding in a joke.
“Not like that, you bastard. I mean, in a fight. Mano o Mano,”
“Of course, Kourai-kun, no-one doubts that,”
As the additional and ‘not supposed to be on this side of the court’ members argue amongst themselves, Kageyama becomes annoyed. Why are they so blatantly checking out Hinata? That is creepy and Hinata might feel discouraged from interacting with him, if he thinks he is also a weirdo. Kageyama puts some distance between the strange trio and makes his way to where an assistant is handing out clean towels.
A casual fact about Kageyama: he packs his own towels and water bottles because he likes to monitor his hydration, and he likes the way his towels feel.
Intercepting Gao from talking to Hinata has nothing to do with why, today of all days Kageyama decides he wants to forgo using his own towels.
“…and so yeah I might be like 6’5 but that’s not the only reason why I wanted to be a middle blocker. I’m more complex than that…uh,yeah,”
Hinata smiles as Gao finishes off whatever that was. Kageyama would laugh, but honestly with those brown eyes looking up at him like that, he has to credit Gao for still being able to stand.
“Ah, Kageyama-san. Do you want a towel?” asks the assistant.
Kageyama nods and does his best handsome man impersonation while he wipes the sweat from his face. It doesn’t matter since Gao is still trying to impress Hinata with how ‘deep’ his reasons for playing volleyball are. Did your grandfather promise you a ‘someone better’ who will match you set for set, foot for foot, as you compete on the world stage and beyond, only for you to chase after that phantasma for years and be left yearning for something you have yet to experience? Didn’t think so- move along.
“Pardon? Kageyama-san, did you tell me to move along?” Gao asks.
Shit.
“Yes, Aran-san is calling you and Suna to discuss your blocking,”
“Of course,” he turns to Hinata, “It was great talking to you, Hinata” (who exactly did all the talking?), “I hope to see you later,”
Not if Kageyama has anything to do with that. Hinata turns to face Kageyama, who urges his blood not to pool in any distinct area, i.e., his cheeks- definitely only his cheeks.
“Kageyama-san,” Hinata extends a hand, “It is good to formally meet you and play on the same team as you,”
Kageyama clasps his hand and tries not to combust when he feels those callouses from spiking ball after ball on the smaller palms, “Likewise,”
“Can I just say your tosses are even more awesome in person,”
Please, continue to say whatever you want, my gorgeous spiker, thinks Kageyama.
“The way it just comes to my hand and freezes like ‘whoosh’ and then the quick one is like ‘shwoop’. That’s amazing. You are amazing,”
As Kageyama repeated time and time, no one is his type. But then why is he already picturing him and Hinata’s nuptials: Italy- courtyard wedding, indoor reception.
“Uhh, fanks-Thanks,” Kageyama twists the towel in his hand.
“You probably get asked this a lot, but have you always wanted to be a setter?”
Words don’t come easy to him, not when he thinks he is swimming in syrup standing so close to Hinata and his charming aura.
“Huh?”
“I mean, what made you so passionate about volleyball?”
“Volleyball? Yes, I like volleyball…I was very tall, which is good for volleyball. No, wait.. my dead grandfather promised me I would get better..and I-,” Hinata raises his brows as the coach blows a whistle signaling the end of the water break.
“I-I see Kageyama-san. We should get back to practice. I wanna hit more of your sets.”
Kageyama makes a gurgling sort of noise he hopes passes off as an agreement. Hinata nods and bounds toward the others while Kageyama contemplates running into the net and ending it all. What nonsense was spewing out his mouth just then? That was probably his instant karma for judging his teammates. It seems no one can evade losing a couple of IQ points in the presence of a cute, built redhead with a helluva spike.
A cute, built redhead with a helluva spike- did Kageyama just inadvertently describe his type?
No.
Hinata looks over at him and winks.
Definitely yes.
Kageyama’s life is over. He might as well start saving for that condo in Brazil- because, you know what, Hinata might miss the beach, and he would do anything to make him happy.
At the end of practice, Kageyama’s muscles ache so good, high from doing what he loves most. A hot soak, a hearty meal, and a quiet movie sounds great right now until his ears twitch when he hears:
“Yeah, Sho-kun, you should join us for a couple of drinks-
“Non-alcoholic,”
“Yeah yeah, Aran. Of course, I know that. I’m very strict when it comes to volleyball. You don’t become the number one setter in the JVA without being serious,” Atsumu says as he winks.
Just when the fuck did he start calling Hinata by his first name? Kageyama totally misses the second part of the comment.
“I thought that was Kageyama?” Hinata asks innocently.
‘God, just marry me,’ thinks Kageyama.
Bokuto and Kourai laugh out loud, shaking a disgruntled Atsumu.
“Well, that is true, but that’s not as important as the number one spiker, which happens to be me-”
“Me!” Bokuto interrupts Kourai, “And of course, I will show my number one disciple all I know,”
Kageyama is annoyed at how these guys flock to Hinata. Especially the two white-haired spikers, like two birds puffing out their chests in some deranged mating display.
“Bokuto would be unstoppable if not for his IBS, and Kourai could work on that temper, but otherwise, it is such an honour to play with such monsters,” Sakusa sarcastically chips in before adjusting his face mask.
Bokuto and Kourai’s faces are those of people who have just been infinitely humbled in a span of two sentences.
“Hinata-kun, I noticed you have a separate bag for your gym clothes and shoes. Have you always done something like that?”
“Yes Omi-san. I like to keep things separated so I am better organized and make sure I do not accidentally reuse dirty clothes,”
Kageyama sees the eyes Sakusa is making at Hinata, the same eyes he makes when he sees a perfectly folded and pressed linen (they shared a room before). Of course, the one-man Kageyama is genuinely interested in, and it turns out all these peculiar men must be too. Of all the oddities, Kageyama has to do something quick to stand out in a good way.
“We should go to Onigiri-Miya’s. No alcohol and whole foods,” he suggests.
Team Captain Aran is sure to agree to his kouhai’s restaurant, where Osamu will embarrass the hell out of his brother, Bokuto and Kourai will be too busy stuffing their faces with rice balls, and Sakusa will be too busy being disgusted. A perfect plan.
“Oh, I have heard good reviews about the new Tokyo branch,” says Hinata, and before anyone can agree, Kageyama slips beside him as they walk towards the restaurant, earning him subtle scowls from a few players.
“What is your favourite rice ball?” Awesome. This is a normal question but also shows he is interested in learning about him. As they walk, Kageyama purposefully tries to walk slower away from the main group, but Ushijima (why is he so close?) keeps suggesting charcoal rice and what he eats to maintain his energy levels. Then there is Atsumu again, who has to mention that he basically gave his brother the idea to open Onigiri Miya and used his first paycheck as a professional player to help his brother.
Fuck Atsumu and his story about brotherhood because Hinata looks impressed with that and starts relating how he missed his sister when he was in Brazil.
“I understand how you feel, my sister is very busy. She has not been to many of my games,” Kageyama says trying to be relatable.
Hinata, Atsumu and Ushijima stop walking.
“Tobio-kun that’s rough,”
“No, I mean it in the sense that –”
Ushijima places a hand on Kageyama’s shoulder, “Our Kageyama has been through a lot, and he was often times misunderstood to be rude and blunt, but I assure you it is just his demeanour. He is actually quite soft-”
“Ha Ha, Ushijima-san,” Kageyama pulls his senpai to the side, “ What are you doing?”
“I have heard from Iwaizumi, who heard Atsumu telling you to be yourself in front of Hinata Shoyo. I can only infer this means you are trying to impress the man. I was trying to help. It is better that the traits that could prevent you from ‘wooing’ him first be discussed and smoothed over.”
Kageyama is in shock; once again, his senpais are overly involved in his non-existent love life. If they continue, his chance with Hinata will be in hell.
“I think I can handle this by myself,” Kageyama whispers, “Thank you for your concern, but I just met him. I don’t even know” – Kageyama’s eyes drift to Hinata. The yellow of a streetlight cascades around him, gilding his features, soft and mesmerizing – “if I like him…”
“I see. Forgive me for overstepping Kageyama-kun. I will not interfere,”
“Thank you, Ushijima-san. I know you were trying to help,”
The two rejoin the group; unfortunately, Gao has taken Hinata’s attention but luckily Kourai seems to be embarrassing Gao.
The smell of soup and fried meat greets them as they enter Onigiri Miya. Osamu rolls his eyes at his brother but pushes tables together to make space for their small crowd. Kageyama takes off his jacket, plopping down on a random corner seat. He does not expect Hinata to take the seat next to him, but he does. When he takes off his jacket, Kageyama gets a smell of his body wash and tries not to creepily breathe in too deep.
According to his brilliant plan, all the members vying for Hinata’s attention have been dealt with. Kageyama: 1, everyone else: 0.
“What do you suggest, Kageyama?” asks Hinata, pointing at the menu.
He needs to be cool, calm and charming.
“Anything without cabbage. It gives me gas,”
Shit.
“Oh, I guess that’s -uh- a good idea,” Hinata nervously agrees.
“No, I'm not saying I have gas or something. I just wouldn’t want you to have to deal with stomach issues, especially since it could be quite uncomfortable later on,”
Hinata looks mortified, “I wasn’t planning on doing anything later. I-I’m going home afterward,”
If there is a God and Kageyama is a good enough person, lighting would strike him dead this very instant, but instead, Kageyama is alive when Osamu brings out a big plate of pork and cabbage rolls.
But maybe God does not entirely despise his existence as Hinata laughs, “Well, that is ironic. Still, I think I want to try the pork buns,”
Kageyama sees a small opening, “I used to enjoy pork buns after practice in high school,”
“Same! They were my favourite snack, and I used to eat them all the time, but I stopped after I became serious about my diet and training,” Hinata pouts, and Kageyama’s heart stops.
“I know a good recipe with less sodium and lean meat,” that statement is 100% false. But he is sure that recipe exists in some corner of the internet.
“Really? Can you give it to me?”
I’ll give it to you. All right, Kageyama thinks.
“Yeah, sure,”
“Oh, but I’m really not a good cook at all,” Hinata says, emphasizing the words, “I think I need you to show me how you actually prepare it.”
No, that is a terrible idea. Kageyama’s cooking skills do not extend to making and stuffing dough.
“Maybe I can come over, and you can show me how to stuff it?” Hinata touches his fingers, “You have such long fingers. I’m sure you are very skilled in stretching and stuffing,” Hinata’s eyes flutter, “buns,”
Yes, that’s a brilliant idea. Kageyama still doesn’t know how to cook, but spending time alone with Hinata is worth learning to cook one dish.
“Yeah, sounds co-Ol,” shit did his voice just crack? Why is Hinata Shoyo turning him into a prepubescent boy?
Hinata either chooses to ignore that or does not care as he slides over his phone, “Umm, can you add your number? ”
Kageyama diligently types in each digit and goes so far as to send a message to ensure he saves Hinata’s number on his own phone. Why does it feel like things (Hinata) are just falling into his lap? Either way, it is rude to refuse divine gifts, and as the night ends and everyone heads their separate ways, Kageyama is content with the additional contact on his phone and the airy feeling in his chest.
A week goes by, and although Hinata has not visited Kageyama’s apartment, Kageyama makes sure to message him every chance. Granted, he is what people would call a terrible texter, but with Hinata, it seems no matter what he texts, Hinata replies with half a dozen laughing faces.
That transfers to real conversations, too. As Ushijima had said, Kageyama knows he isn’t quite the conversationist, but Hinata doesn’t seem to mind, keeping the conversation going by asking questions or talking about his experiences in Brazil. As far as preferences are concerned, Kageyama assumed he would have wanted someone quiet or introverted, but as he listens intently to Hinata regale him about how yoga taught him to be ‘super flexible’, Kageyama realises how ill-fitting that would be.
Why would he want someone who does not light up a room with their smile? Who does not draw Kageyama’s attention to their kissable lips as they talk his ear off? What would he do with a meek guy? Shall they sit in silence and discuss the weather?
This week was informative in self-discovery. Not only is Hinata his type physically, but he really enjoys talking to Hinata and playing with him. Another tick in Kageyama’s box is that Hinata is interested in volleyball. Well, that is a given, considering he is an absolute volleyball demon. It was as if Cupid himself crafted Hinata for Kageyama. Even when Hinata tries to annoy him, Kageyama feels all giddy as he chases him around the gym. It’s just annoying when Atsumu joins in and that prompts Bokuto to pick up Hinata.
Seething with jealousy may be extreme, but he popped the cap off his water bottle when Suna started taking selfies with Hinata. Kageyama hopes he has not ruined his chances by acting strange. He couldn’t stand by and watch his dream guy be swayed by others and so he did the unthinkable, when Bokuto pulled him in for a group photo, he placed his hands on Hinata’s shoulders, effectively barring anyone from standing too close. It was a moment of weakness, and Hinata probably thinks he is some possessive creep. And as he mopes into his locker, everyone else already heading home to enjoy their weekend off, he thinks all hope is lost. Till he feels a tap on his shoulder.
“Kageyama, why are you almost in the locker?” asks Hinata. Freshly showered, water clinging to the ends of his curls, he looks so handsome.
“I don’t really have a clue,”
Hinata giggles and it should look stupid on a grown man, but Hinata is cute enough that it works.
“So, remember how you said you would show me how to make healthy pork buns?”
Kageyama nods.
“Well, I have a real craving, and I really am in the mood for it,” Hinata says. It’s an odd way to talk about savoury buns, but Kageyama gets it; they are really good.
“Can I come over tomorrow night, and you give me what I have been wanting?”
Kageyama, with zero pork bun-making skills, aggressively agrees, “Yes! My place. Come to my place. You tomorrow night. You and me!”
Hinata smiles and dips his head lower, creating a perfect angle to look up at Kageyama with sticky toffee coloured eyes, “I can’t wait,”
Kageyama can’t wait too. Can’t wait to have uninterrupted time alone with Hinata. But in order to make sure that time goes well, Kageyama must bring his lie to fruition. This involves waking up at 6am on a Saturday morning to find the ingredients for a recipe he found online courtesy of someone’s diabetic grandmother’s blog. Making dough from scratch is out of the question. He never said it was all homemade and hopes Hinata won’t question that. The rest of the recipe is fairly simple, though perusing the ingredient list Kageyama cannot guarantee the taste. He spends the rest of the afternoon cleaning his flat, shaving, bathing and trying very hard to make sure his outfit speaks nonchalant/loungewear but in an ‘I-very-much-care-about-how-you-perceive-me’ and ‘I-hope-it’s-cool’ way. His kitchen is spotless, and everything is prepared for him and Hinata to fill the buns before baking them. Hot oil and his nervousness do not mix.
There is a buzz at his door at 7pm. Kageyama takes a deep breath, flattens his blue sweater,opens the door and his jaw promptly hits the ground when he sees Hinata. You can’t blame him and his reaction. Hinata has only worn gym clothes and tracksuits, so seeing him in tight black jeans and a leather jacket is more than Kageyama can handle.
“Hi Kageyama,” Hinata chirps.
Kageyama gurgles out a hello before moving out of the way so Hinata can remove his shoes and enter. Kageyama hands him Pikachu-themed slippers in his size.
“Thank you. Did you get these just for me?” Kageyama nods. They are new. He bought them when grocery shopping that morning.
Kageyama leads Hinata to his kitchen, where the pork bun assembly line is. Hinata gasps, “Pork buns? Wait, did you really prepare all this? ”
Kageyama nods again. It seems verbal communication is out of the question. Hinata takes in the prepared ingredients then looks back at Kageyama and blushes. It’s the first time Kageyama has seen it, and it is every bit as sweet and charming as one could imagine. It is a bit perplexing. Why is Hinata surprised- Kageyama did all this at his request.
“You did this all for me?”
“Yeah-uh. You said you wanted me to show you how to make them,”
“I did,” Hinata pauses and approaches Kageyama, close enough that Kageyama can smell his cologne, “You are really sweet,” he says and places a kiss on Kageyama’s cheek.
Kageyama’s body freezes in place, in contrast his skin burns radiating from where Hinata’s lips touched him. Hinata has been here for a total of five minutes and he already got a kiss (on the cheek)!
He is damn sure no one else on the team has got more than a hug from Hinata. Kageyama: 2, everyone else: 0.
“Do you want to start? Let me take off my jacket. Can I have an apron?”
Kageyama shakes off the image of him kissing Hinata under a floral arch as Atsumu and Bokuto console each other. Kageyama holds out the apron like a mannequin as he gawks at Hinata’s chest under that black fitted shirt.
“Can you tie it for me?”
His hands get the pleasure of grazing Hinata’s waist? Kageyama is a mere width of a cotton shirt away from experiencing heaven. Rationally, he does not expect anything more than them hanging out. In his hopes, he wants a sweet make-out session. And for his wildest lustful fantasies, he cleaned his room and changed the sheets. That is part of his weekend routine, but a man can dream.
Surprisingly, Kageyama does not mess up, acting like this is his fifth time making the buns, instead of his first. Hinata is a quick learner despite the situation being the visually impaired leading the blind sort and at the end of the hour, they have pretty decent, low-calorie, high-protein curried pork buns ready for the oven. There have, sadly, been no more kisses, but he hopes Hinata feeds him when they are done.
Kageyama sets the timer and takes off his apron. When he turns around, he sees flour on Hinata’s nose. Cute, but he was sure it was not there before. He stares a little too long because Hinata asks: “What? Do I have something on my face?”
Kageyama doesn’t think; his actions bypass his brain, and he wipes the flour off Hinata’s nose. They are close enough that Kageyama can see where the flour still clings to Hinata’s lashes.
“Are we done now?” asks Hinata.
“Yes, they just have to bake. Why? Do you have somewhere to be?” asks Kageyama- disappointment clear in his tone.
Hinata smiles, “Nah, I just want to satisfy my craving now,”
Before Kageyama can ask anything, Hinata’s lips are against his, pressing insistently until Kageyama reciprocates, tilting his head and sealing the kiss. He doesn’t know how greedy he becomes so quickly. No, that’s a lie; it’s been building up ever since he saw Hinata. Monopolizing his time and any chance to be closer to Hinata, Kageyama wants it.
He needs to prolong this. Hinata is gasping, pulling at Kageyama’s clothes, and Kageyama is mouthing at his neck, pulling sweet moans from him.
“Do you-hah- want to go my room?”
“Mmhmm, yes,” Hinata answers, biting his bottom lip and dragging Kageyama into his apartment.
“Shit! Where is your-ahh,”
Kageyama doesn’t waste time, scooping Hinata up and rushing to his room. His very neat and prepared room. He will never tell Hinata how he deep-cleaned his whole apartment for his arrival.
Hinata is grinding against Kageyama now, legs locking behind his back as they fall into bed. Kageyama could cum like this, but Hinata is already removing his shirt, exposing his beautifully tanned torso, smooth and unmarred, just begging for love bites. Kageyama almost drools.
“God, you feel so big,” Hinata moans as he fondles Kageyama’s bulge over his sweatpants. Kageyama has never heard Hinata swear or sound like this. He has portrayed this image of genial innocence around the team, so hearing him curse under his breath as he undoes his belt is so hot. Hinata could slap him across the face, and Kageyama would probably thank him; that is how hooked he is on Hinata Shoyo.
“Kageyama, hurry up. I’m so hard already,” Hinata whines as he throws off his pants. If Kageyama was unsure of just how far Hinata was willing to take it, Hinata rifling through his drawer and pulling out the lube and condoms would do it. The lube was not new; the condoms weren't. He thought it was a minuscule chance that Hinata would want to have sex with him tonight, but on the chance it did happen, he didn’t want to be unprepared. He cannot believe it, but he won’t refuse.
He quickly removes his remaining clothes till he is left in his black boxers. He would have wanted to press kisses to every part of Hinata’s skin, mark each freckle and explore his body, but the throbbing in his dick and Hinata’s impatience means he has to work quick- this time. He doesn’t know what the arrangement is, has enough sense not to ask this now, but he sincerely hopes there is a next time. His performance now will guarantee there is a next time.
Oh, how Kageyama will wish he was not so cocky.
He grabs the lube, warming some between his fingers as he pulls Hinata closer to him.
“Ooh, you the take charge type?” Hinata asks coyly, “You gonna make me cum on your terms? I like it a little rough. Are you gonna use that big-ahhhhh,” Hinata’s dirty talk is cut off by Kageyama sticking a finger into him. He had to do it; Hinata was far too seductive, and Kageyama couldn’t handle the lewdness of the words coming out of his mouth. Fuck, is this how Hinata actually is?
Hypothetically speaking, let’s say Kageyama has fantasized about sex with Hinata; he may have rendered a shyer and less demanding Hinata. But this version who was opening up his legs and pumping his own dick as he writhed on Kageyama’s sheets was so much dirtier and better, and holy shit, Kageyama needs to be inside him. He grabs a strong thigh, holding Hinata down as he pushes three big fingers into him. Hinata is moaning and touching himself. Kageyama stares, taking in everything from the twitching of his nose to his toned upper body down to his calves of marble.
“Fuu-uck, Kageyama! I’m ready. I’m ready,”
Kageyama kisses Hinata, almost bruising their lips together as he rummages the bed for the condom, finally finding it, ripping it open, and putting it on. He grabs the back of Hinata’s knees, pulling his legs apart as Hinata looks up at him, lips bitten red as he pants, brown eyes blown wide, as if daring Kageyama to do his worst.
“I’m about to rock your world,” Kageyama says as he thrusts in all at once.
And rock his world he does, for about ten seconds, before Kageyama cums.
Ten seconds, about four thrusts, before Kageyama cums right into the condom. He shakes through his sudden and shameful orgasm, pumping the condom full of thick spend as his hands tighten their hold on Hinata’s thighs. His body stills, still trying to process what happened as he pleads with his brain, begging that what just happened didn’t really happen: he penetrated Hinata, was overwhelmed by the tight heat and came after cockily promising to rock Hinata’s world. He feels sick to his stomach, but puking right now would be the second most embarrassing thing to come out of him.
“Kageyama? Why did you stop?”
Kageyama doesn’t answer, beyond embarrassed to tell Hinata. But it's not like he can lie and carry on. That orgasm took everything from him, he feels over sensitive still being inside Hinata. He can’t lie.
“I-I can’t do this,”
Hinata’s eyes go wide, and he looks so hurt. Kageyama wants to hug him if not for this awful (sticky) predicament he is in.
“Was it not very good?” Hinata asks; he unconsciously clenches around Kageyama, who drops his head down and groans at the sensitivity.
“Does it not feel good for you? I-I can-,”
“No, Hinata its not you. You feel so fucking amazing and that’s the problem,” Kageyama’s embarrassment is not worth more than making Hinata feel insecure. He would rather admit he ejaculated early because he couldn’t handle how good it felt than have Hinata think it was bad.
“I don’t understand?”
Kageyama sighs, “I came,”
“Huh?” Hinata looks down and sees the cum leaking out of the condom as Kageyama pulls out, “Oh,”
Kageyama’s ears are ringing and he wants to die. He may actually be physically sick as they sit in uncomfortable silence.
It’s abruptly broken by both blurting out apologies
“I’m sorry,”
“Sorry, Kageyama,”
Kageyama gathers what little dignity he has left and addresses Hinata, “You can use my bathroom to clean up and change. Then I’ll drop you off or call you a taxi…I am really sorry,” every second Hinata is looking at him is agonizing. Worse than anything, he can’t help but think how lovely those eyes are. Even now, when Hinata has full right to shout or be angry, he remains calm, and slowly wraps a sheet around himself.
Kageyama places his head in both hands, “This hasn’t happened before,” he doesn’t know why he is still talking, Hinata probably doesn’t care and wants to get out of this awkward situation as fast as he can. He hears Hinata shuffle behind him, probably gathering his clothes while Kageyama sits buck naked and despondent.
He has nothing to lose at this point. It's as if he is digging himself deeper, trying to pierce that rock bottom and hit subterranean layers of patheticness.
“I- just really like you,” he mumbles into an empty room.
He would wallow until the bed sinks under him or the sun rises, but a feint smell of burning dough rouses him from self pity.
He runs, still naked, into the kitchen to see Hinata gingerly pulling out the tray of buns out the oven.
“They’re not completely burnt. We can salvage the ones in the middle,” Hinata says as he places the tray on a cooling rack.
“Sorry I left the room, I heard the timer go off, but it took me some time to find gloves,”
Kageyama is shocked. Even more so as Hinata pokes at the buns trying to break off a piece as if the whole ordeal of Kageyama embarrassing himself by prematurely ejaculating and standing naked in front of him did not happen. Is not currently happening.
Kageyama grabs the decorative blanket on the couch and covers himself. A good match to Hinata’s sheet skirt.
“You’re still here?”
Hinata slowly walks over to him, the way he moves is of someone trying not to spook a startled cat.
He takes Kageyama’s hand and leads him to the couch, “Can we talk?”
Kageyama nods, preparing himself for Hinata, trying to make him feel better.
“Kageyama, I was not completely honest with you,”
“What do you mean?” if anyone was not honest, it was him, the recipe plagiariser.
“I wanted to come over, not really for pork buns,” Hinata starts off and pulls a loose thread on the couch, “I wanted to come over and have sex. I know that was really scummy of me, and I should have been honest. I didn’t mean to make you feel forced. I didn’t realize you were a virgin-”
“I’m not a virgin!” Kageyama defends.
“Oh,”
Shit. He wasted a perfect excuse.
“I assumed because you know,” Hinata vaguely gestures, “that you hadn’t-um had sex before,”
Might as well spill (terrible choice of words) his heart out since his dick already did.
“Hinata, I’m not a virgin, but the truth is that has never happened to me before. I just got excited, and I don’t mean my dick, but the whole day preparing to spend time with you, and I never expected you would want to sleep with me, and I -fuck this is fucking terrible I want to die,”
“No,no, please continue,” Hinata holds Kageyama’s hand.
Kageyama takes a deep breath, “You are so incredibly attractive. The moment I put it in, I couldn’t stop myself. I can’t believe it. I tried so hard not to be embarrassing and this happened,”
Hinata laughs, “That was you trying not to be embarrassing?”
“Yes,” Kageyama hisses, and Hinata starts laughing harder.
“Oh my gosh. You were not doing a good job. Do you think I’d practically throw myself at you this whole week if I wasn’t interested in you?”
“Throw yourself at me? Are you trying to make me feel better about lying about wanting to sleep with me and now this?”
“God, they are so right about the hot ones,” he grabs Kageyama’s cheeks and forces their faces closer, “Me like you. Me want to,” Hinata lets go of his face and crudely pushes his index finger into an O made by his thumb and left index finger, “with you,”
Kageyama scowls, but the blush glowing on his cheeks betrays him. “Fuck you,”
“Well, I still want you to!”
Kageyama turns towards him again. The sheet is slipping, revealing his Adonis belt, and the kisses Kageyama made earlier are starting to darken on his chest.
“I- I take it as a compliment,” Hinata says, “I mean, you wouldn’t just cum so quickly if you didn’t enjoy it,”
Kageyama nods. The less he says, the better his chance of fixing things is.
“Sure, it was not a great thing to happen, but- I, as I said, like you too, so if you wanna give this another shot- ”
“I want to!”
Hinata laughs, “Wait, let me say everything I want to say. I want to give this another go…another time, because right now I want to eat those pork buns and maybe watch a movie with you?”
No reply.
“Kageyama?”
Oh yes, he needs to speak now, “Yes...I would like that.”
“Good, because I know if I leave right now, you’ll probably try to move countries and change your name,”
Kageyama does not answer because that was the only way he could carry on in this cruel, cruel world. But the world is a little less cruel if Hinata wants to stay with him and if Hinata likes him back.
“Wait so you really-”
“Yes dummyama. I do like you,”
“Even after I embarrassed myself in front of you?”
“Yes- I found it kind of endearing,”
“Mentioned my dysfunctional upbringing?”
“We all have our quirks,”
“Even when-”
“Kageyama, you are exactly my type. What part are you not understanding?”
Hinata is right. He should not question the beautiful man in front of him. Especially when said beautiful and amazing man intends to stay with him.
It’s not every day you find yourself sitting naked next to the person who might be your soulmate. It’s definitely too early to propose, but cuddling on the couch eating the salvaged pork buns is enough to know that this feels right. Hinata Shoyo is the right person. His person.