A bit of information:
-In this universe sex doesn't necessarily satisfy a heat.
-Omegas are pretty rare. Karasuno is just lucky they have two.
-Alphas do have control over omegas and betas, but many omegas/betas are able to maintain independence etc.
-If someone is already attached then the scent of an omega in heat doesn't affect them as strongly.
-Once someone turns a certain age the scents no longer affect them (think of it like menopause).
-The scent of an omega in heat affects EVERYONE, it just has a greater influence on alphas.
-Courting techniques (both unconscious and conscious) include gifts, praise, doting, touching, and staring (Kageyama cough cough).
here ya go! disclaimer: haikyuu is not owned by me. all rights go to the respective owners.
Kageyama winced as he swallowed the clump of suppressants, the pills sinking to his stomach like a rock. He felt choked up and sweaty for a second, just like he always did when he took them, but eventually the feeling faded as he began to slide into ignorance. He instead focused on brushing through his hair. He knew that Hinata would be there any moment to pick him up. The little fluff ball just couldn't wait.
Karasuno was due for a match with Nekoma, and he could practically feel his blood boiling with exhilaration.
And so, he fixed himself up and just managed to make it downstairs. He found Hinata in the kitchen, chatting with his mom animatedly. He was perched on a stool, his usual teethy grin overwhelming his face. His mother just sort of nodded at Hinata's endless conversation, and Kageyama wished he had inherited her patience. It would've done him well in middle school. However, one little piece of this scene was out of place, and it had bothered Kageyama since he had walked into the room.
Hinata may be pouring out his soul all over his mother, but he wasn't moving the same way he usually did. His little feet weren't kicking and his hands were curled up on his lap. He wasn't really moving anything except his plump-Kageyama meant normally sized-lips. It irritated him for some reason, igniting a little fire fueled on worry inside him. He pushed it aside and just chalked it up to a weird slip in the universe.
"Oi, what are you doing here?" He teased, his voice not holding any real bite.
Hinata turned to him, eyes blazing. "Kageyama! You're gonna be late if I don't come and get you!"
Kageyama rolled his eyes and sat down. "Liar. You just wanted a free breakfast."
Hinata laughed, but he didn't deny it, and when the food was set in front of them (omelettes) Hinata grinned.
"Eat as much as you like, Hinata-kun," His mother said softly before leaving the kitchen.
Kageyama ate slowly, but Hinata sucked up his eggs like he hadn't eaten in days. Kageyama clicked his tongue when Hinata ended up getting most of it on his cute-Kageyama meant average-cheeks. He moved over to wipe them off slowly and he was surprised when (instead of yelling or pushing him away) Hinata just blushed and leaned into his touch. Kageyama rolled that off too.
"Why don't you eat like a normal person?" He questioned, honestly curious.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Hinata replied loudly.
"Don't be so rambunctious idiot, you might hurt yourself." Kageyama retorted. Hinata snorted, but he didn't stop Kageyama from cleaning up the rest of his face.
Kageyama tried not to notice how adorable that was.
He did, however, notice how Hinata was eyeing the leftover remnants of his own omelette, lips still glistening. He felt a weird warmth come up in him, like an extension of his feelings, like an extra-extra crush. Kageyama had been experiencing that for a while actually, but he wasn't one to let himself get lost in thought or emotion, so he just let it happen. It couldn't be more than a crush, right?
"Take it if you want it." He mumbled. Hinata's eyes grew wide and he nodded feverishly. He scooped the egg onto his plate and gulped it down.
Okay, that was a bit much. "Hey, Hinata, did you eat breakfast before you came here?"
"Yeah," As he spoke, bits of food came flying out (Kageyama wondered why he was crushing on such a person), "But I'm really hungry today for some reason!"
Kageyama rolled that off too, chalking it up to the slip in the universe and Hinata acting more freaky than normal. Once he had finished, they both set out, Kageyama's mom waving to them affectionately. Their walk was slow, and Kageyama let his mind wander as Hinata filled up the sweet morning air with his ramblings and exaggerated hand motions. Kageyama was reassured then, as Hinata seemed to have fallen back into his energetic pattern. Maybe his mind had just deceived him?
Kageyama tried to stuff down that irritating little worry fire as they entered the gym.
The rest of the team was already there, all of them bouncing on their heels (even Tsukishima, but Kageyama knew that he was currently being courted by Nekoma's captain) to get into the bus. Nishinoya spotted Hinata first and he shouted excitedly. Kageyama wondered where he was able to conjure up all that energy from. Hinata did the same, but for some reason, his energy just felt so right to Kageyama.
They were forced into the bus really, and Kageyama felt squished and overwhelmed. But he wasn't affected, not really.
A normal alpha would be working up a sweat being so close to an omega (Tsukishima) and betas (Asahi, Suga, and Ennoshita notably). But pills covered him.
And now that he thought about it, what was Hinata? He assumed he was a beta, because there was no way he could be an alpha with that sort of lame stature. No way, Kageyama would be honestly shocked if that were true.
"Hey, hey! Kageyama! Check it out!" Nishinoya said, jolting Kageyama out of his daydreams.
He felt a wetness on his shoulder and he flinched. Hinata had fallen asleep (what the hell) on his shoulder, mouth wide open, drool slowly staining his uniform. When Kageyama moved so suddenly, Hinata's eyes burst open and he immediately jumped off of Kageyama, almost falling to the floor. Kageyama glared at Nishinoya, who was smirking while leaning over the seat-backs, and then he wondered why. Shouldn't he be mad at Hinata? Why had all his anger gotten directed at Nishinoya?
It couldn't be because Hinata was interrupted right?
Shit, he was in deeper than he thought.
Hinata pulled himself up, moaning softly. His cheeks were flushed and he looked a bit dazed.
"Are you alright?" Asahi asked, looking over the seat backs now as well.
Hinata nodded, and suddenly, it was like a switch had been flipped and Hinata was all bright and smiley again. "Yeah! I'm good, I guess I just got a little tired."
Asahi looked satisfied and he sunk down into his seat.
"You were eating like a horse this morning! And now you're tired? What the hell?" Kageyama complained.
Hinata frowned, but not seriously. "Maybe if your shoulder wasn't so comfy, I wouldn't have fallen asleep!"
"Don't blame this on me!"
Hinata sputtered. "Well, it can't be my fault right?" His tone sounded unnaturally uncertain, and Kageyama added that to his growing list of "extra-freaky" things.
"Of course it's your fault dumbass, you must've stayed up all night thinking of this match." Kageyama said, their argument not holding much fire. It was like conversation to them.
Hinata froze for a moment, looking thoughtful. "That doesn't make sense though, I slept for like thirteen hours last night."
Extra-freaky, right?
Neither of them noticed Tsukishima's watchful eye.
The trip was rather short since they weren't trekking up to Tokyo because both teams had agreed to meet in the middle. It saved on gas and allowed for a change of scenery.
It didn't change the players attitudes though.
"Tsukii!" A voice called as soon as they arrived. Kageyama spotted the black-haired captain swinging his arms this way and that.
Tsukishima looked like he wanted to step back on the bus.
Yamaguchi was called away by Sugawara then, who claimed he needed help with the equipment. Kageyama knew that was bullshit, because Daichi always got all the bags and Kuroo was currently carrying Tsukishima's bag and placing a lovely, doting hand on his lower back. Kageyama turned away from it all, dismissing the lame (in his opinion) courting and instead opting for reviewing strategies in his head.
He tried to ignore how slow Hinata was as they made their way to the gym.
When they entered the court, Hinata ran up to Kenma and hugged him, making the small setter jump. The room echoed with practice, balls slamming into the floor, lights gloriously illuminating the court. Kageyama felt that exhilaration from earlier return to him and he let himself become engulfed in the smell of shoes and balls and sweat, things he had been relying on since he had been in middle school. Now it was like fuel, keeping up pumped and letting him forget about all the worries of the day. He pushed away Hinata and even his alpha worries to begin practicing with Tanaka.
The coaches were talking, while Takeda-sensei helped Kiyoko arrange the water. It all seemed in place now, like pieces coming together. Kageyama liked the way the game clicked, how every serve and hit and miss and touch was a perfect rhythm of sport and energy.
"Ahhhhh!" Hinata screamed as he jumped up and slammed his palm into the ball. Kageyama felt that little warmth come back again, and before he could control himself, he blurted it out.
"Good job, Hinata!"
Thankfully, the rest of the court (minus Sugawara, who just smiled knowingly) hadn't heard him, and he felt warmth crawl up to his ears.
Hinata did the same. "Tha-thanks."
Fuuuuck.
After that, they got into the match rather quickly. Kuroo winked at Tsukishima a couple times, to which Tsukishima just blushed and waved him off.
Each serve was normal, but both teams managed to sneak in a couple of powerful ones. Asahi seemed to be motivated today, which made it easier for Kageyama to read him. Taketora roared as he leaped into the air, almost managing to burst the ball. Nishinoya ran quickly, but the force was quicker, and the ball crashed into the floor.
"Don't mind! Don't mind!"
Sets passed easily for Kageyama and the entirety of the team seemed to agree.
Except, Hinata.
He was dragging with every set, which was unlike him. Kageyama's fire was now a full out blaze.
His eyes looked lidded, and his hands were shaking slightly. Even his stance was a bit ragged, and Kageyama began to worry even more. When he was on the bench, he would curl into himself when he thought no one was looking and hold his stomach.
The worst thing was that the gym smelt weird today. Like spice and warmth and flames mixed with a deep sweetness Kageyama couldn't identify. It bothered him and was beginning to make him antsy. Luckily, he wasn't the only one, and Coach Ukai called for a time out. Nekoma sent them odd looks.
"Hinata, are you alright?" Coach began.
Hinata smiled as best he could. "Yeah! Of course I am."
"Are you sure, Hinata?" Daichi asked now, his voice stern but concerning.
"Yeah. Why are you guys so worried?"
"You look like you're about to fall over." Tanaka commented bluntly.
Nishinoya laughed. "You're probably just saving your energy for that amazing quick, right?" He swung his arm around Hinata's shoulder, and then, suddenly stiffened and removed it. However, the motion was so natural that barely anyone noticed it.
Except Kageyama, whose eyes were watching Hinata with an incredible amount of accuracy.
Tsukishima, who was standing a couple of feet away, didn't miss it either. He came in close now, surprising everyone on the team when he leaned in to stare at Hinata. Hinata could only take so much, however, and he yelped, jumping back and hiding behind Kageyama.
And fuck why did Hinata's hands feel like they were burning Kageyama's arms? What was that smell anyways?
"Oi, hold still." Tsukishima called, now interested.
"Okay, as long as you're sure." Coach said finally. Hinata nodded.
Tsukishima was forgotten and the game continued.
Soon, they were at the quick, and Kageyama was rushing. His fingers ached for release, and just as Hinata jumped up, he passed, and he watched as Nekoma tried to block the ball of sun. But they wouldn't and Kageyama knew that, and it was almost perfect-
And Hinata missed.
He missed.
Missed.
And collapsed on the ground, the ball rolling off the court.
And then, he turned back his head and laughed. But Kageyama could tell he was just hastily covering up his mistake. That smile wasn't wide enough, wasn't bright enough for Hinata. It didn't fit him. Kageyama was engulfed.
"Alright! That's it, off the court!" Coach called. Hinata groaned, but he didn't argue, and instead, complied.
That just made everyone even more tense.
Was this really just extra-freakishness?
Why aren't you complaining? Why aren't you apologizing?
Why aren't you resisting? Don't just go to the bench!
Kuroo spoke first. "What was that...?"
Kenma looked up at Kageyama hesitantly. "Do you think Shouyou-kun will be okay?"
Kageyama pushed away his feelings of doubt and that smell and said, "Of course he will. He's Hinata."
"Yeah, he'll be fine!" Tanaka added.
Tsukishima was at the back of the court, his eyes darting to Hinata's form every moment or so. He seemed agitated, but Hinata refused to cave.
The smell got worse as the game finished up, and by the time it was over with Kageyama felt sick to his stomach. Hinata was waiting for them all at the bench, but he seemed weighed down by something. Nishinoya didn't pat him on the back like usual and even Sugawara avoided touching him. Kageyama was mystified and he couldn't seem to find an explanation for this extra-extra-extra freaky behavior.
Maybe Hinata was just seriously sick.
Coach Ukai gathered them all up and said a few words. Both teams agreed to go to dinner (both to chat and celebrate Ukai and Takeda's newly announced engagement).
Hinata seemed reluctant, but he got up and followed. Tsukishima was glued to his side, which no one commented on, and even Kuroo couldn't pull him away. As they all walked to the place, Kageyama couldn't help but overhear the others' conversations, since his usual distraction was oddly placated.
"You don't think?" Kenma suggested.
"I dunno. Maybe. Do you think Hinata-kun is a late bloomer?" Kuroo replied.
Kageyama got more worried.
"Daichi, I think we may need to take Hinata somewhere. This smell is unmistakable." Sugawara said.
"I know, but, I want to be sure. He could just be struggling through an scent-gland illness. I don't want to scare him until we know."
Kageyama was beginning to be sick himself.
"I'm calling his parents when we get to the restaurant. Even if it is just a sickness." Takeda-sensei stated firmly.
"Alright, just don't freak him out, okay?" Ukai replied.
Kageyama couldn't even contemplate food once they got there. He wasn't sure how it happened though, but he managed to get stuck at a table with Nishinoya, Kenma, Hinata, Kuroo, (who was upset that he wasn't sitting with Tsukishima) and Asahi.
He could hear fragments of the other tables' discussions, but theirs was uncharacteristically silent. Hinata's quietness left everyone on edge, paired with the fact that he was clutching his stomach and looked like he was going to pass out.
And then, when they gave their orders to the waitress, Kageyama was finally struck with the ultimate blow when Hinata cried out and the scent suddenly exploded.
It was stifling and it made Kageyama's stomach burst and his eyes water and this-
Hinata was in heat. Omega heat. And he had been phasing into it all day. It hadn't been gland sickness at all.
And it was like someone had taken all the air out of the room and replaced it with that smell. Kuroo was frozen, while Kenma just looked uncomfortable. Nishinoya's eyes were glazed over and the restaurant was filled with silence.
Then it burst and commotion erupted like ants spilling out of an ant hill. Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei were over in a second, scrambling to pull Hinata upright. Tsukishima followed quickly as well, gathering Hinata in his arms like some sort of mother hen.
Every member of both teams (minus the attached) looked absolutely pained, and Asahi was having a hard time holding Tanaka and Nishinoya back. Kageyama looked down at Hinata, trying to find some sort of anchor, but, Hinata couldn't give it to him.
He was crying. Big, fat tears too. And his shorts were damp and his cheeks were red with heat. The smell was unremarkable.
"We've gotta get him out of here! There are too many people!" Sugawara cried.
Tsukishima had him up in his arms, his omega instincts overtaking him. Kuroo tried to follow but Nekoma's coach stopped him.
"Alphas! Control yourselves! This is no time to loose control." He shouted.
That seemed to shock some people into sense, mainly alpha men who had risen from their respective tables and had started to make their way to the sniveling form in Tsukishima's arms. Tsukishima gave them a nasty glare and exited the restaurant with Takeda-sensei.
Kageyama, however, suddenly realized how sick he really felt. The others were caught up in lust. He was caught up in nausea.
Isn't heat supposed to make you feel good? He thought worriedly, panic filling his mind.
I don't understan-
Kageyama threw up.
"Shit! Kageyama!" Tanaka yelled, Hinata's scent far enough away to have lost its control over him.
Kageyama's head was spinning. He felt on fire, but not in a good way. Not in a I'm in a sweet heat kind of way. He was ill, he was going to throw up again, and his palms were sweaty and his eyes were burning.
"Someone get him cleaned up!." Daichi's voice resounded through his head.
"Stay with me! Kageyama, please, don-"
He felt arms shake him, but he didn't know who they belonged to. His vision blurred and then he was gone.