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Hinata has always made friends easily. Acquaintances, rivals, old ladies on the street; everyone loves Hinata. While Kageyama is stoic and cool to his numerous female admirers, Hinata is happiness and energy and good-natured friendliness. He walks into a room of new faces and comes out with a dozen new friends; every practice match is a testament to that.
Kageyama, on the other hand, has never made friends easily. He"s still wary of considering even Hinata a friend of his. He feels like it would somehow be crossing the line to assume he, of all people, was as close to Hinata as any of his other, more intimate friends.
He tells himself this, but the fact remains that there are small Hinata things reserved for him and nobody else, as far as he can tell. Sometimes Hinata will hold his hand, when he"s excited and pointing at a special promotional popsicle flavor in a convenience store window. Kageyama is the only person whose tosses Hinata begs for, and even though he glares and gripes, Kageyama really doesn"t mind. He"s never seen Hinata fall asleep on someone else"s shoulder, or steal a sip from anyone else"s box of milk, or steal someone else"s sweater on a cold day and run away laughing when Kageyama chases after him, freezing but warm at the same time.
He knows Hinata has never kissed anyone else; he"d told Kageyama as much one warm night when they"d stopped by a park and their heads came too close together and suddenly they were breathing each other"s air too fast, and Hinata bumped his lips into Kageyama"s and then laughed about it like it was a joke.
Although he hates to admit it, Kageyama seems to store these things up to think about later when he watches Hinata clutch Tanaka"s arm, ask Nishinoya to teach him a move, chat animatedly with a few giggling girls after class. He doesn"t know when it started, but whenever Kageyama sees things like this, he feels like he wants to snap something in half (he did, once, and Hinata made Kageyama promise to buy him ten new pencils in retribution).
Rationally, he knows it"s stupid. It"s not like Hinata is strictly his...what, rival? Friend? Partner? Hinata"s been surrounded by friends ever since they first met back in middle school, and it"s not likely to change any time soon. He just has one of those magnetic personalities, where Kageyama seems to be the polar opposite. And it"s dumb and cliché, but Kageyama finds himself drawn to Hinata just like the stupid magnets he wishes he"d stop thinking about.
Kageyama is able to keep himself under control, only sulking a little when Hinata ignores him to go talk to other teams or boys in class or girls at his locker. He thinks he does a pretty good job reminding himself that he"s stupid and dumb and ridiculous and to not mind when Hinata is the social butterfly he was born to be, obviously.
It builds up, though, and Kageyama knows it, he bites his tongue more and more often when he sees a stray hand on Hinata"s shoulder, someone ruffle Hinata"s hair, a girl hand him “leftover chocolates” after a practice match.
Reasonably, something has to give. It happens one afternoon, when Kageyama and Hinata are outside, walking to their usual lunch spot after class. Hinata is babbling about something he"s seen on TV last night; he is loud, like always, and Kageyama"s only half listening, also like always. Their shoulders are bumping and Hinata"s grinning up at him and then suddenly he looks surprised, and Kageyama snaps his attention to the upperclassmen passing them in time to see a hand on Hinata"s ass.
Kageyama doesn"t even realize it"s happening, but he"s suddenly gripping the upperclassman"s arm; too tight, he can feel his fingers starting to cramp. The older boy looks about as startled as Kageyama feels, but he sees that hand on Hinata again and he sees red.
“Don"t touch him,” Kageyama says, low and hard, and then he"s releasing his grip and grabbing a startled-looking Hinata by the arm instead, turning on his heel and stalking off away from the weird looks hes getting from the older students
As soon as they"re far enough away, Kageyama releases his grip and glances at Hinata, who, as he"d feared, is still giving him the weirdest look. Kageyama scrambles to explain himself (“you can"t just let people touch your ass, stupid, I was defending your honor”) but then Hinata"s face is changing into a sunny grin and Kageyama"s left with his mouth hanging open, mid-explanation.
“That was so cool, Kageyama!” Hinata"s cheeks are pink and he"s waving his arms animatedly. “You were all, BWAA,” he makes his voice lower, “"Don"t touch him." I was seriously a little scared of you for a second there.” He trails off with a nervous laugh like he"s finally realizing he sounds completely stupid.
Kageyama lets out a breath he hasn"t even realized he"s been holding. He still feels amped-up on adrenaline, but he reaches out and ruffles Hinata"s hair, a little too hard so Hinata"s shoving his arm away and making a face. Hinata sure seems perky for someone who just had his butt grabbed, but Kageyama tells himself he"s not going to let it happen again.
Xxx
The second incident happens after a particularly grueling practice match, when both teams are exhausted but satisfied. Hinata"s chatting with the setter from the other side, like he usually does after games; making yet another friend, Kageyama assumes. Soon enough it"s time to get going, and Kageyama is sent to round up Hinata, like usual.
That"s when he hears it; the other player saying he"d love to set for Hinata sometime. He"s looking at him a little too intensely, and Kageyama doesn"t even hear Hinata"s response before he"s striding behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey,” he says, to the other player. “I"m Kageyama. Hinata"s setter.” He emphasizes the last part.
Hinata"s turning to look up at him, but Kageyama pointedly keeps his gaze on the other player when he addresses Hinata. “We"ve gotta get going, the bus is going to leave without you again.”
“That only happened once!” Hinata"s protesting, but he allows himself to be ushered away by firm hands on his shoulders, waving behind him at a bewildered setter. Hinata himself doesn"t seem phased at all.
When they"re all on the bus, Hinata takes his usual seat beside Kageyama and leans into him. “I"m so tired, wake me up when we get home.”
Kageyama shoves at him, kind of tired of having to wash drool out of his shirts. No matter how many times he tells Hinata to quit drooling, Hinata denies it and claims he sleeps like an angel ("my mom says so"). Hinata has a way of becoming dead weight to get Kageyama to stop resisting, and Kageyama really only complains for show now; he"s resigned to his fate as a pillow on long rides home. Soft hair tickling his neck doesn"t really help matters, and Hinata is always warm and pliant after hard games.
He thinks Hinata is already asleep, since he"s being quiet for once, when the smaller boy speaks up. “It was nice of that guy to offer, but I like your tosses best, so you don"t have to worry.”
Surprised, Kageyama looks down at him, and Hinata grins up cheekily.
“You"re my setter anyway, right? Like you said,” and Hinata pinches Kageyama"s leg, teasing.
Kageyama jerks his knee up on purpose and almost smacks Hinata in the chin, but he feels something warm coil in his stomach at Hinata"s words. He tries his best to ignore it, but the sentence keeps bouncing around in his head. "You"re my setter." He watches Hinata settle back against him and feels like drawing his arm around smaller shoulders, but he thinks that would be a little too conspicuous, so he fists his hands in the fabric of his shorts and listens to Hinata"s breathing even out.
He is so fucked.
Xxx
Kageyama is trying to control himself, really, but it"s hard when he"s never realized how he and Hinata are joined at the hip until he"s attempting to prevent himself from doing something completely stupid. Hinata"s always at his shoulder, during practice, during lunch, going home together.
It"s getting worse lately, because Hinata"s rising popularity on the team is making girls actually start to notice him. Not that many, but a few, shy and friendly and cute, who Kageyama thinks would probably look great with Hinata. He hates them, but like hell is he ever going to admit that. It"s hard enough to admit it to himself, and he feels sort of bad because they all seem nice enough, and their only crime is being drawn in by Hinata"s sunny personality (he is also guilty).
The thing is, Hinata"s been getting noticed by guys, too.
They think they"re being discreet, but Kageyama sees the way a couple of them look too long at Hinata when he"s bending down to pick something up, or stretching his arms, and Kageyama wants to knee them in the stomach and tell them to keep walking. He doesn"t, obviously, and he doesn"t even know if Hinata notices (probably not) or if Hinata is That Way, and he was there first and it"s not fair. Hinata is pretty, he"ll admit; he has a very boyish face, framed by flyaway hair and his stupid smile that Kageyama and nobody else has been the one to kiss first, even if it was maybe just a joke.
Kageyama hates that he thinks about this, he absolutely hates it and he wants to pull his hair out so he settles for gripping Hinata"s a little too hard.
He thinks he can maybe go on like this, ignoring how he wants to be the only one to touch Hinata or toss for Hinata or help Hinata reach things up high ("I could have reached it, you just didn"t give me a chance").
And then comes the day when Kageyama can"t find Hinata at lunch.
They"d met up at Hinata"s locker, and Hinata had told him to go on and catch up because he had to use the bathroom really badly and Kageyama had just rolled his eyes and gone off to buy juice. He"s been waiting pretty patiently, but it"s been ten minutes and Kageyama"s getting annoyed. By the time he finishes his juice, he decides he"s going to go find Hinata and beat the crap out of him, maybe just a little, for making him waste half his lunch break waiting. He looks terrifying, stomping to the nearby bathroom, and he knows it, but he doesn"t care because Hinata is a dumbass and he"s going to get what"s coming to him. He even knows exactly what he"s going to say when he finds Hinata.
The words die in his throat as soon as he pushes open the bathroom door and sees Hinata backed against a sink, his shirt halfway down his shoulder and looking terrified. Both Hinata and the guy leaning over him turn to face Kageyama, who is standing frozen in the doorway.
“Kageyama!” Hinata croaks out, and this is so much worse than someone touching Hinata"s ass and Kageyama doesn"t even know if Hinata initiated this or not before he"s yanking the guy away from Hinata and shoving him against the wall.
He probably should have asked, but he"s too caught up in the white-hot anger that someone would touch Hinata without Hinata"s permission to bother. He"s seriously about to punch this guy in the face when he feels a hand on his arm, and the familiar touch allows him to calm down enough to look behind him.
Hinata is pulling his shirt back up. “It"s okay, let"s just go,” he says, and Kageyama doesn"t like the nervousness he hears that isn"t supposed to be there, ever, not even before a big game because he"s always there to make sure things go okay.
Kageyama allows himself to be led out of the bathroom in a daze, parked down on the bench where they eat lunch, and then Hinata"s sitting down next to him and fixing his shirt.
“That was soooo scary,” he"s saying, “This guy was like, "I have this really cool thing to show you" and so I asked him what it was and the next thing I know there you are and you looked so scary, Kageyama,” and then Kageyama"s shutting him up with his mouth, gripping Hinata"s face in his hands and pressing his lips too-hard against the shorter boy"s, who makes a surprised squeak.
As soon as he realizes what he"s doing, Kageyama yanks back. He is absolutely horrified, and Hinata"s staring at him and he scoots back so fast he falls on his ass off the bench. Oh god, he"s as bad as that guy in the bathroom.
He can"t even look at Hinata so he just buries his face in his hands and curses himself out, and he"s fully prepared to stay there when he feels a hand on his arm again and he ends up face to face with Hinata, whose cheeks are pink and his lips are red from where Kageyama had just smashed them against his own like an idiot.
“I don"t mind if you do that,” he says, simply. “That"s why I did it before, that one time. I don"t know if you remember, but...”
It"s Kageyama"s turn to stare. “I thought you were joking.”
“I thought you were joking!” Hinata shouts back, and then looks around to make sure nobody"s been alerted. “God, you"re so stupid, you"re just walking around with this scary look on your face like "Hinata"s mine" grrrrraah and you think I don"t notice?” He"s huffing and looking ticked off, but not for the reasons Kageyama had thought he"d be.
“But that guy in the bathroom-”
“That guy was gross!” Hinata says. “You"re Kageyama.” He"s looking away and his cheeks are turning redder now. “I"ve always thought it"s kind of like...you know...me and you, like...” Hinata links his fingers together. “I like hitting your tosses more than anyone else"s, and when you toss for someone else I feel kind of like hey, that should be me, you know?”
Yeah, Kageyama knows. He definitely knows. He"s glad he"s already sitting down.
He isn"t for long, though, because Hinata"s dragging him up and he"s stumbling after him, back the way they came from, into the now-empty bathroom and Hinata"s shuffling them into an empty stall in the back. They are close and neither of them knows what to do, really, now that they"re breathing the same air and Kageyama"s feeling lightheaded.
“Kiss me again, now,” says Hinata, and Kageyama doesn"t need to be told twice. He leans down, and it"s an awkward angle and they are both too big for the stall, and the kiss is terrible and their teeth clack together because Kageyama"s way too eager.
Hinata is pushing him back, and Kageyama thinks he"s gone too far, maybe, even though he"s pretty sure Hinata told him to kiss him but that could have been Kageyama finally going crazy like he thinks he"s been edging towards the whole time. Hinata"s grinning, though.
“That was so bad,” he says, and then he leans up again and kisses Kageyama, this time. He doesn"t know how to kiss either, but it"s okay, because at least their teeth don"t hit together this time.
This time when they pull back, they are both breathing harder, and Hinata has a look in his eyes that he gets when he"s about to do something dumb, which could either turn out great or terribly.
“It"s okay if you want to be possessive.” He licks his lips and Kageyama feels it go straight to his dick and he hates it but he loves it at the same time, which is how he feels about Hinata way too often (maybe not hate, exactly. Maybe just extreme exasperation). “You"re my setter, after all.”
Hinata"s tone is teasing, and Kageyama really wants to laugh back like he"s isn"t about to explode his gross feelings all over the place, but he can feel himself cracking. The dam breaks as he surges forward and crushes his lips against Hinata"s again; he moves his hand up through Hinata"s hair and the shorter boy is leaning into his touch, seemingly satisfied.
Kageyama pulls back to catch his breath, and he rests his cheek against Hinata"s. “I don"t want anyone else to touch you,” he says by Hinata"s ear, and he can feel Hinata shiver.
“Okay,” Hinata says simply, rubbing his cheek against Kageyama"s. “So you touch me.”
Kageyama suddenly feels his hand being pressed against the front of Hinata"s pants, and he pulls back to see Hinata watching him sheepishly. There"s definitely a hardness there and Kageyama can feel the heat rising to his face, more than it already has. Hinata"s grip is slack, allowing him to pull away if he wants to, but that"s honestly the last thing Kageyama wants to do right now. Instead, he presses his hand forward.
Hinata groans, and Kageyama doesn"t want to tell him to be quiet, but they really can"t afford to have someone come in here and see two sets of feet under one of the stall doors and the suspicious noises Hinata can"t seem to stop making now that Kageyama"s hand is on his crotch. He"s rocking against Kageyama"s palm, like he doesn"t want to stop now that he"s been given an opening, and Kageyama knows the feeling.
Getting an idea, Kageyama removes his hand, and he watches as Hinata"s eyes flicker to his face, disappointment clearly visible. He"s about to whine, when Kageyama slides his hands to the back of his thighs and he gets the picture. Hinata"s smaller hands grip his shoulders and he allows himself to be lifted and pressed up against the wall; his legs wrap around Kageyama"s hips and he grins.
“How awesome are my leg muscles, Kageyama?” he says, and Kageyama doesn"t want to mention that he sometimes catches himself looking at Hinata"s legs during practice so he jostles them enough that Hinata"s head taps against the wall. “Hey!”
“Don"t be stupid when we"re in this kind of position,” Kageyama grunts, and then he experimentally rubs himself against the bulge in Hinata"s pants and Hinata practically keens, pressing his face into Kageyama"s shoulder.
Kageyama can"t really blame him, because it feels way too good and the idea that he"s doing this with Hinata, small and tough Hinata with his wide-eyed smiles, just makes his knees feel weaker. “Don"t do this with anyone else.”
“You don"t do this with anyone else,” Hinata retorts, but he sounds far away. “Who else would I even do this with?”
In response, Kageyama presses their hips together again, and they both groan. Hinata"s arms tighten around Kageyama"s shoulders and then he"s leaning up and breathing against Kageyama"s ear, “You"re mine,” and Kageyama"s hips jerk forward without his express permission.
“Yeah,” he agrees, not bothering to be gruff about it. Hinata looks at him, surprised, and then grins.
“I"m yours, too,” he says, sounding determined, and grinds his own hips against Kageyama"s.
A sudden feeling of possessiveness surges up in Kageyama"s stomach and he moves one of his hands up into Hinata"s hair, the other working on supporting the lesser weight; he"s thankful Hinata"s not that heavy. Kageyama tugs on the hair at the back of Hinata"s head, and Hinata closes his eyes and makes a noise.
Kageyama nuzzles his nose down to the crook of Hinatas neck, the junction where it meets the shoulder, and mouths at the soft skin there. He"s always thought Hinata"s skin would feel soft, and it does, but it"s warmer than he"s imagined, flush with what they"re doing in the boy"s bathroom. Kageyama can"t help himself, and he bites down.
Hinata yelps, surprised, but it quickly dissolves into a moan as Kageyama sucks at the skin. Hinata"s hips rub against Kageyama"s, harder and more insistently, and Kageyama presses forward and gives another suck and then Hinata"s pressing his face into his shoulder and babbling against the fabric as his hips jerk.
He suddenly stills, and Kageyama moves away to look up, worried that he"s done something Hinata didn"t like. He"s met with a very embarrassed and indignant glare, (as much as Hinata can glare).
“This is so gross,” he says, and Kageyama realizes what has happened. Hinata just came in his pants.
Kageyama gets harder, if possible, and Hinata glances down, seeming to notice. He huffs and reaches down between them, pressing the heel of his palm against Kageyama, whose hips stutter against it.
“I can"t believe you,” he grunts, and rubs harder.
“I"m not the one who came all over the inside of his boxers because someone bit him,” Kageyama retorts, and then he groans when Hinata presses down again in retaliation. Suddenly, he locks eyes with Kageyama, presses and presses with his small hand and Kageyama feels himself unexpectedly and shockingly falling over the edge.
His grip goes slack and he feels like he"s about to fall over from Hinata"s suddenly too-heavy weight, and Hinata yelps, gripping his shoulders.
“Don"t drop me, asshole!” He clings tighter, until Kageyama gently helps lower him to the ground, using the stall as leverage. When they"re both separated, Hinata makes a face and grabs for the toilet paper, handing some to Hinata.
They clean up and avoid looking at each other"s eyes as they exist the stall into the thankfully-empty bathroom. Hinata surveys himself in the mirror; he looks a little rumpled, but then so does Kageyama, and their faces are both red. Kageyama wonders if it"s obvious what they"d been doing in there. At least Hinata"s hair is always a mess, so there"s nothing to be done there.
Hinata is tugging down the collar of his shirt and he groans loudly as soon as he sees the angry red circle there. “Kageyama!”
Kageyama just stares back at his reflection, stone-cold. He"s already gone this far, he doesn"t care about a hickey or two. Hinata has expressly given him permission to touch him, so he has literally nothing to lose.
He can see Hinata"s face turning red again as he surveys the mark. “I guess nobody can really see it,” he says, and although Kageyama thinks he senses a hint of disappointment in his voice, it could be wishful thinking.
Suddenly the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and realization and disappointment dawn in Hinata"s eyes. “I didn"t even get to eat my lunch. This is your fault,” he says, glum now, but his cheeks are still pink and his eyes are still bright with what they"d just done instead of eating.
Kageyama does feel a little bad, so he offers to buy Hinata something after practice, and Hinata practically leaps at him with the offer. Things are the same as they were before, and Kageyama is a little relieved that nothing feels awkward and Hinata isn"t terrified that Kageyama wants him all to himself, always, all the time. Kageyama thinks if he"s allowed to release like this then it might not be so bad.
Well, things are mostly the same. Hinata grabs his hand as they leave the bathroom, looking straight ahead like it"s no big deal, but Kageyama can see the pink at the back of his neck. Feeling his own face flush a little too much, all Kageyama does is squeeze Hinata"s hand, but that"s enough for Hinata to look over at him with a grin so bright it almost hurts Kageyama"s eyes.
He thinks he can maybe get used to this after all.