Hi! This is my first Haikyu fanfic, and I'm super excited. Writing this for my roomate, sorry to anyone who doesn't like fluff + my Hinata Kenma ship.
Chapter 1:
"Did you pack extra shoes?" Kuro asks Kenma, who just nods and refolds a white t-shirt before putting it on top of the rest of his clothes in his bag.
"Socks? It's been raining alot." He asks again, craning his neck from where he's lying on his stomach on Kenmas bed to look over his shoulder. Kenma puts his hand on the side of Kuros face and weakly pushes him away.
"Uhh...Don't breathe on me." Kenma mumbles when Kuros head snaps right back to where it was. He getting ready to go stay at Shouyou's house for the weekend, and he can't wait. He's packed and unpacked his clothes multiple times over the past week, making sure he'd have everything (and so he wouldn't have to ask Kageyama for anything).
"Fine." Kuro rolls off the bed and onto the floor, slipping out of the room on silent feet with a sly grin on his face.
"Your train leaves in half an hour, Pudding-head." Kuro says, and Kenma scrambles up, fumbling with his duffel bag and backpack.
"Wait!" He calls, sliding his feet in his sneakers and following Kuroo down the street to the train station. Kenma gets his ticket and the two of them sit together on a bench outside in the warm fall air. They don't need to talk, Kenma plays on his phone and Kuroo closes his eyes and leans his face into the sun. The train squeals into the station, and Kenma and Kuro stand up at the same time.
"Bye, Kuro." Kenma says, raising his hand to wave goodbye, but Kuroo steps forward and hugs Kenma hard, shaking his side to side a little. Kenma wiggles, trying to escape.
"Be good to Shouyou, try not to wander off and try not to keep that shrimp up too long with your computer games, okay?" Kuroo releases him and evades Kenmas swat by running towards the exit, waving over his shoulder with a sly grin.
Kenma finds a place at the back of his train car, nestled in the corner, he pulls out his phone and pulls his knees against his chest, sock feet on the chair. He peers out the window occasionally, watching the trees and buildings flash by in blurs of green and grey. His phone buzzes in his hand.
"HI I'M AT THE STAT!O!N! WAITING FOR YOU!" Shouyou's texts are often incomprehensible, but this one takes the cake. Kenma cracks a smile and sends back a set of cute animal emojis. He ditches his game to text back and forth with Shouyou a little bit before the train pulls into the station.
"Shoot." He forgot to put on his shoes before pulling in. He fumbles with the laces, too nervous to tie them without his hands shaking.
"KENMAAAAA!" He has just enough time to react before Shouyou collides with him, his gangly arms wrapping around Kenmas head and hugging him.
"Hi, Shouyou." The red head pulls away before Kenma can hug him back, but gives Kenma enough space to stand up and get his backpack on. Shouyou picks up Kenmas duffle and look up at him with watery eyes.
"I missed you, Kenma. Sometimes I don't even know what to text you because I don't know what you do at College." Shouyou whines, and Kenma raises his right arm a little, and Hinata hugs him again, nestling his bright head of hair under Kenmas chin.
"I know." Kenma replies softly, hugging Shouyou back. They pause for a second, before Hinata jumps away and hops a little.
"I rode my bike here because I was too excited to walk! You can ride on the bike too, I promise you won't fall off!" Hinata half-yells, as the two of them leave the train car. Kenma doesn't say anything, he doesn't have too, he knows he won't get hurt.
"Okay." Kenma says quietly, and hooks his finger onto the strap of his duffel bag that Hinata's carrying. They leave through the crowded train station, and Hinata unlocks his bike from the rack. There's a flat piece on the back where Hinata usually ties a basket, but he took it off so Kenma could sit there instead of stand the whole way home. Hinata climbs on first, and Hinata situates himself so the duffel bag's against his stomach, but he can still hold onto Hinata's t-shirt.
"Ready?" Hinata call over his shoulder, and Kenma gives him a thumbs up. They kick off, and Hinata leans forward and Kenma rests his heels on the bolts of the back wheel. The ride is mostly downhill cruising, but Hinata stills yells a little bit every time he has to pedal uphill. Kenma doesn't mind, with the side of his face resting on Hinata's back and the noon sun on his face, he could fall asleep. When Hinata isn't yelling, he's talking to Kenma about the things he's been up to. He talks about his new volleyball teammates at university and about how difficult it was finding a place that he and Kageyama would both want to live, and about his family and new job at the floral arrangement shop down the street from his house.
"Here's the house!" Hinata sings, and Kenma lifts his head and blinks in the sunlight. It's a new house, but it's small, just big enough for two college students.
"It's cute." Kenma says, extending his legs and standing up so the bike can pass under his legs as Hinata walks it forwards. Hinata locks the bike to the fence and pulls Kenma towards the front door.
"Kageyama should be home." Hinata says excitedly as he unlocks the door with one hand, the other still holding onto Kenmas sleeve. It clicks open smoothly and they go inside, Hinata closing the door behind them while Kenma steps out of his shoes, lining them up neatly with the others by the wall. Kenma can tell which one's are Hinata's shoes and which of them are Kageyama's, not by size, but because Hinata has colorful shoelaces and doodles on all his shoes.
"Kageyama!" Hinata yells, and scurries off into the house. Kenma takes his time and pokes around, finding the coat closet and bathroom. He crouches down and unzips his bag, fishing through it for his toothbrush. He finds it just as hears Kageyama and Hinata start to yell about something in the other room. Smiling, he places it on the far side of the counter and picks his bags up again.
"Did you find my room?" Hinata slides around the corner of one foot, and Kenma shakes his head. Hinata grins, skidding down the hall and darting into a room with a little squeal. Hinata's room is surprisingly clean for such a scatterbrained person, only a few papers and cloths on the floor, and his bed unmade. Kenma tosses his bag at the foot of the bed, and Hinata clears his throat from across the room, standing next to his dresser, with his arms crossed behind his back, head down.
"Uhh…" Hinata starts, and Kenma starts to get nervous. Is Shouyou not okay with him staying in here, should he not put his bag there? His heart flutters nervously.
"I cleaned out a drawer for you…" Hinata trails off, his cheeks turning pink as he digs his curled toes into the shag carpet. Kenmas eyes widen and he feels his face flame.
"Oh. Okay, thanks." Kenma says quietly, but he picks up his bag and makes his way over to where Hinata is. Both of them are blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact. Kenma sits in front of the dresser and Hinata crouches down and opens the middle drawer for him. Hinata leans against Kenmas side with his eyes closed while Kenma unpacks his clothes into the drawer. Kenmas hands are shaking. Not because he's scared, but because he's close to Hinata, he's happy.
"Are you hungry?" Hinata asks him, picking his head off Kenmas shoulder and peering up at him with wide, excited eyes. Kenma nods, just now noticing the hollow feeling in his stomach. Hinata jumps up and scrambles past Kenma into the hallway.
"I'll be in the kitchen!" He calls, his footsteps fast down the hall. Kenma hurries and puts the last of his clothes away, shutting the door quietly and padding down the hall to where he hears Hinata banging around. He peeks around the corner, and Hinata smiles widely at him from where he's pulling a rumpled apron over his head.
"Hey, Tobio." Kenma muters to Kageyama, who's staring at a caged parakeet with a stony glare on his face, one finger outstretched and following the pale blue bird around the cage. Kageyama grunts a reply without looking away from his bird. Kenma and Hinata share a smirk over Kageyama's behavior before Kenma joins him at the counter.
"Kageyama loves animals, but his parakeet doesn't seem to like him. We'll make him curry to make him happier." Shouyou whispers, leaning closer to Kenma so Kageyama won't hear. He stands up straight and reaches to close the lid on the rice cooker and presses the button to turn it on.
"Oh. Are you a good cook, Shouyou?" Kenma asks, resorting to just following Shouyou around the kitchen to the sink, where he's thawing out ground pork. Kenma can't cook much more than rice, and he plans on just following Shouyou around.
"I'm better than Kageyama, but that's not saying much." He replies, puffing out his cheeks and lifting the warmed pork out of the water with straight arms.
"Oh." Kenma replies, and Shouyou walks across the kitchen, trailing water and cutting the plastic wrapping on the pork, dropping it into a mixing bowl.
"Can you get a pan from under the oven?" Hinata asks, and Kenma gets it. They continue like this for a little while, Hinata mixing everything into the pork and Kenma getting ingredients for him from cabinets and drawers. Hinata turns on the stove and waits for the pan to heat up.
"Do you want to cook the meat?" Hinata asks, and Kenma blanches.
"Bad idea." He mumbles already starting to move away. Hinata grabs his sleeve and tugs him back to the counter. Kenma almost seems to shrink. He really, really doesn't want to mess up Kageyamas dinner, and he doesn't really want to burn his hands either.
"Come on, you just have to stir the meat." Hinata says, pouring it into the bowl, the pork sizzling deliciously in the pan. He pushes the spoon into Kenmas hands, and holds onto his wrist with his fingertips, moving his limp hand with the spoon around the pan.
"Just keep stirring." Hinata says, getting another little pot from below the oven. Kenma keeps stirring, slowly and carefully, while Hinata sautes onions and garlic.
"Oh, my phone!" Hinata exclaims, his phone buzzing in his pocket.
"Stir for me too!" Hinata yells, handing Kenma his other spoon, who watches him leave the room with wide, worried eyes. In the hallway, Hinata answers his cell.
"Shouyou?"
"Oh, Kuroo-Senpai!" He shouts, making Kuroo cringe on the other end of the line.
"Hi Shouyou. Did you get Kenma from the train okay?" Kuroo asks, and Hinata nods his head furiously.
"Yep! We took the bike home. He's learning to make curry now." Hinata tells Kuroo quickly, and there's a shocked pause on the other line before Kuroo clears his throat.
"Well, I wanted to tell you that Kenma tends to wander off." Kuroo says carefully. It's true that Kenma was a little spacey sometimes, and would get lost, waiting wherever he was for Kuroo to come get him.
"So if he get's lost, and you can't find him, will you call me, Hinata?" Kuroo asks, and Hinata grins.
"Of course, Kuroo-Senpai!" He shouts into the receiver, and He and Kuroo say their goodbyes. Kenma never wandered off with Hinata before, probably because the little spiker was too focused on Kenma to ever lose track of him for very long.
"Waaaa, that smells so good!" Hinata marches himself back into the kitchen where Kenma is stirring the two dishes at once, his eyes wide and focused. Hinata takes his spoon back, adding the rest of the curry ingredients and letting them thicken. Kenma is now stirring the pork well, browning it and turning it over where it's not cooked enough.
Out of the corner of his eye, Hinata watches Kenma stirring the pork, surely he wouldn't notice…
Quick as lighting, Hinata dips his finger in the hot curry sauce and pokes Kenma in the cheek, leaving a round dollop of the yellow curry there. Kenma, startled, flinches and stares at Hinata with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Just as fast, Kenma whacks Hinata on top of his bright orange head with his pork spoon, and Hinata screams.
"Hey! That's dirty Kenma!"
"Just as dirty as you putting your fingers in the curry!" Kenma says back, his regular talking the equivalent of yelling for him. Hinata yells again and brushes little pieces of pork out of his hair. They catch eyes for a second, before they're scrambling for the sink.
"I'm gonna spray you with water!"
"No, you certainly are not." Hinata gets his hands wet and flicks water at Kenma, who gasps at the cold and cups his palms under the stream, hurling water at Hinata, who dodges it, but can't dodge Kenma's cold hands on his face.
"Ah! Cold! Cold!"
Okay! That's one chapter and I have the next one halfway done. I would have added it to this one, but I think it would have been too long if I kept writing on this one. But as this is my first Haikyu fic and you are my reader, please tell me if you have any suggestions as to how I write any of that characters, or if there's anything you would like to see!
Review please!
-Z