First chapter in Kageyama's POV :) (I also realized the first upload of this was completely messed up, so I'm reuploading it. Whoops)

The sun was barely emerging from its shield of wispy clouds, faintly dusting the peaceful, snow canopied scenery below.

But Kageyama didn't care how pretty it looked.

He was fucking freezing.

"Geez, Hinata..." he grumbled, shoving his gloved hands into his pockets, pulling up his scarf. "You still didn't call off our walk in the park even after it snowed a shitload last night? And you're barely wearing anything!"

Hinata, buttoned up in only a light fall jacket, just grinned and kept skipping forward on the path. "I loveeee the snow because it's so pretty! I never get cold, either. Besides," he added cheerfully, "I didn't want to cancel our date."

Kageyama nearly choked on his own spit. A date. He called it a date. We're going out now? Is that what it means when you go out on a date? How do people even act on dates?

He was suddenly jarred back into reality when Hinata shouted, "Hey, Kageyama! Look, there's a snack stand over there!" He grabbed his arm and started to drag him towards the stand, which stood at the fork in the path.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" Kageyama protested, struggling to break free from Hinata's grasp. But sadly, the below freezing temperatures had rendered his muscles sluggish.

"Mister, could I have one large hot chocolate and a large chocolate chip cookie?" Hinata asked excitedly. The man at the stand, who evidently was not willing to be in the freezing cold at ten in the morning at the park, resignedly started to warm up the hot chocolate and cookie. Once he had handed Hinata the food and burrowed back into his thermal blanket, Hinata took off again, dragging Kageyama down the right fork of the path, which lead to a small open field and the frozen pond, where visitors could paddleboat and enjoy the view during the summer.

"Oi, idiot! I'm freezing my face off here…" Kageyama complained.

"I bought these for you, Kageyama!" Hinata smiled at him. "You can drink the hot chocolate since you're cold! And the cookie's a nice snack to go with it, too!"

"Ah. Oh." Kageyama couldn't seem to formulate a proper sentence in reply, and he prayed to the volleyball gods or to whoever was looking down on him that Hinata would only take his reddened cheeks as only a reaction from the cold winter air.

"I'm gonna play in the snow!" Hinata carefully put the cookie and hot chocolate into his bag, and set it on the bench near the pond. "Isn't it beautiful?" With that, Hinata fell back into the snow and giggled gleefully, waving his arms and legs back and forth crazily, making the most demented snow angel that Kageyama has ever seen.

Hinata looked like an angel. This thought suddenly popped up into Kageyama's head. His angelic, pure smile, the delicate crown of orange fluff on his head, sprinkled with a halo of snowflakes, his genuine kindness and enthusiasm…

"AH HAHH!" As Kageyama was spacing out, Hinata had taken the chance to leap up and tackle him down into the snow, smacking him in the face with a snowball. Kageyama sputtered, his nose and mouth full of white snow, the coldness dripping down his neck. "Why, you…!"

Oh, it was on. A full-fledged snowball fight broke out between the two of them. Kageyama furiously pelted snowballs at Hinata, who leaped back and forth, dodging his lightning-quick attacks. Hinata was able to gather snow with his bare hands and throw snowballs at Kageyama too, but he was mostly on the defensive. Plus, he still couldn't aim for shit, whether it was with a volleyball or a misshapen lump of snow.

Kageyama, at first, was out to get revenge on Hinata, but eventually, he realized that he was enjoying himself, though his tsundere-ness would never allow him to admit it out loud. His mind moved rapidly, trying to work out strategies to hit Hinata while factoring in his fast reflexes… Reaching down and tilting his body slightly, he grabbed a handful more snow…

And bam.

A snowball whacked him in the back of the head.

Hinata paled, and slowly started to back up. "Ehhhhh….. Sorry?"

Kageyama stood straight up, rigid, and sent him a deathly glare. He still was a bit sore over Hinata pelting him in the back of his head during his serve in that one game…

"Ohhh, you asked for it!" He threateningly, but slightly jokingly (which Hinata didn't know), started to march towards Hinata, his snowball in hand.

"Eeeeep, have mercy on me Kageyamaaaaaa!" Hinata tried to run away, but his thin shoes, which weren't suited for snow, made him stumble and fall flat on his face into the snow. "Uff!"

"Here's my chance! You asked for it!" Kageyama, now standing above Hinata, smeared the snow all over his neck and jacket. He smiled triumphantly.

"Ahh…" Hinata rolled over, breathing hard.

"Ha!" Kageyama smirked down at him. But when he didn't receive a cheeky grin in return, and only a faint and slightly pained smile, he frowned in concern. Hm? He'd usually laugh it off. Is he angry?

Kageyama leaned down to study Hinata, and noticed that his cheeks and nose were a bright red, and that he was shivering uncontrollably. Kageyama glanced down, and cursed himself. You idiot! He's wearing sneakers and no gloves, no scarf, and you shove a snowball down his neck?

"Hinata! Get up." Kageyama ordered, perhaps a bit too harsh. He hoisted him up, Hinata stumbling slightly, and he walked him over to the bench by the pond, holding on tightly to his arm, and sat Hinata down, then sitting down next to him.

"You're such an idiot. Why would you play in the snow if you're wearing virtually nothing?" Kageyama griped. He unwound the scarf around his neck and tied it tightly around Hinata's neck, and then grabbed Hinata's thin, pale hands to try to rub some warmth into them. Tiny tingles shot up his fingers, through his arms, and travelled throughout his whole body. We are not holding hands, I'm just trying to prevent him from catching hypothermia!

"Ha.. Kageyama. I'm not technically wearing nothing. What if I wasn't actually wearing any clothes?" Hinata giggled, his teeth chattering.

"Tch." Kageyama reddened. He's gone delirious, he doesn't know what he's saying… He pulled off his gloves and carefully put them on Hinata's ice-cold hands. "Better?" he asked gruffly.

"Yeah, thanks." Hinata replied, rubbing his hands together. He wasn't as dazed as before, but he still was shivering quite a bit.

I'm doing this because of his health. For the sake of the volleyball team, to maintain the delicate balance of everyone's strengths, because if he's unable to play, it'll affect our team as whole, not because we're going on a date, not because I maybe like him, not because I could possibly be his boyfriend, or something… Kageyama, with a sudden burst of resolve, unzipped his coat, took it off, and wrapped it around Hinata's shoulders. He sat down and stared out at the glittering ice pond, focusing on how the sun beams danced off the surface of the ice, and definitely not on how Hinata smiled happily at him in surprise.

"Kageyama?"

"Here. You should drink and eat something to boost your energy, can't have you getting sick." Kageyama avoided his eyes, and took out the not-as-hot hot chocolate and cookie from Hinata's bag, then handing it to him.

"Thanks! I'm fine now." Hinata quietly sipped the hot chocolate, sighing in appreciation. He devoured the cookie, munching vigorously, but then frowned. "Kageyama, I actually bought this for you. Sorry. You wanna sip?" He held out the hot chocolate.

Kageyama glanced down at the drink, and the only thought that ran through his mind was: Ohmygod he doesn't care if we drink from the same cup

He cleared his throat and began to decline, but Hinata protested, saying "C'mon!" and tipped the drink into Kageyama's mouth. He began to sputter, most of the drink going down his windpipe, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after Hinata withdrew the cup.

Kageyama turned to glare at Hinata, grouchily rubbing away the chocolate residue on his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to once he saw his cute smile. Hinata looked pretty damn adorable, the oversized jacket draped around him, the large gloves, tightly winded wool scarf…

"I should walk you back to your house, it's not that far." Kageyama declared, trying to conceal any possible betrayal of his thoughts. "We can hang out some other time, you can't catch a cold!" He grabbed Hinata's bag with one hand, Hinata with the other, and started striding forward back down the path until Hinata squirmed from his grasp, squealing, "That ticklessssss" and skipped away, out of the entrance of the park, and down the road. Kageyama sighed exasperatedly, and jogged to catch up with him.

The sun was growing stronger, warming them a bit, and they walked for a few minutes in a comfortable silence until they reached the front of Hinata's house. Both of them just stood there, facing the door, not exactly sure what to do.

Kageyama opened his mouth, not quite sure of what to say, but Hinata beat him to it. He whirled around and bowed at him, saying loudly, "I'm sorry Kageyama, it's my fault that we couldn't continue our date. I promise, I'll make it up to you. But thank you very much for taking care of me today!" Kageyama's heart throbbed at the word date.

"Ahem, well, it was nothing. After all, I am your…" Teammate? Friend? Best friend? Boyfriend?! Kageyama clammed up, cursing himself once again for his poor choice of words.

Hinata seemed to understand, and smiled softly at him. "Yeah." He handed Kageyama his jacket and gloves, took his bag, and then tried to tug off his scarf, but was unsuccessful due to the tight knot.

"Here." Kageyama's hands moved forward before his brain could even process what he was doing, and started to unwind Hinata's scarf from around his neck, his long fingers carefully pulling at the knot around his neck and uncoiling it. He was suddenly acutely aware of how close his hands were to Hinata's face and neck; he could feel his warm breath tickle his wrist, and could see Hinata's tiny blush from his close proximity.

"Hey, Kageyama?" Hinata whispered, a hint of shyness in his voice. Kageyama flinched a little.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Could you, maybe, erm…"

"Spit it out."

"Hug me?"

"…Hah?" Kageyama's brain, once again, wasn't able to process what was happening.

"I mean, I'm still a little cold, and right now, your arms seem very, I don't know, warm." Hinata looked away, his blush growing larger, and muttered, "An end-of-the-date hug? Besides, I think I've heard online that hugs can cure hypothermia? Or something like that."

"Um." Kageyama continued to stare at Hinata, the scarf now clutched in his hands. He couldn't move.

"I'm just gonna go now. Ahaha…" Hinata laughed uncomfortably and turned to open his front door, when Kageyama suddenly seized his arm.

"Hey-!"

He pulled Hinata into a heartfelt and gentle embrace, and wrapped his arms around Hinata's small frame. He weirdly seemed hyperaware of everything, like how delicate and tiny Hinata seemed, or his fluffy orange hair tickling the base of his neck, or the smaller arms that reached around his back and squeezed him tightly, or Hinata's tiny giggle when Kageyama murmured, "I'd hug you even if you didn't have hypothermia," and immediately flushed afterwards at his own awkwardness.

Finally, Hinata pulled back from their hug, and smiled a bit apologetically. "Sorry, Kageyama, but I promised to look after my little sis as soon as I came home from our date. I have to go inside now."

How could he say date with a straight face? So normally? Kageyama's whole body buzzed with the electricity of their embrace. "O-okay… See you tomorrow…then."

Hinata cheerfully said, "Bye!", opened the front door, and was about to step inside when Kageyama's brain malfunctioned once again, and he firmly gripped Hinata's shoulder, preventing him from entering.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Hinata turned back towards him with a frown of concern.

Kageyama took the crumpled scarf in his hands and looped it messily around Hinata's neck. "Keep it."

"Huh? Why?"

"…Because you look cute in it, dumbass Hinata." Unable to stand the embarrassment, Kageyama spun around and started to walk away as fast as he could, but Hinata yelled, "BAKAYAMAAAA~!"

"…" Kageyama reluctantly glanced back, and saw Hinata waving crazily, a pink blush dusting cheeks, a look of pure joy on his face. And he affectionately fingered the scarf around his neck.

He raised a hand in farewell, then continued down the sidewalk on his way home, jacket in one hand, gloves in the other. But he wasn't cold at all. Kageyama turned the corner onto his street, and a bright burst of sunlight hit him in the face, causing him to squint and shield his eyes.

Huh, I guess the sun did come out. In that moment, he closed his eyes and relaxed, soaking in the sunshine cooled by the slight wintry breeze.

Or was it because of that hug back there with Hinata that I'm so warm now? Hinata's like a ball of sunshine, that head of orange hair like bright summer rays. Kageyama thought hazily, still basking in the strange warmth of the December day.

Kageyama opened his eyes. He stared up at the sky, which was now a lovely shade of periwinkle, the clouds dashes of cotton white. He let the memory of Hinata's gentle touch, his smile, his energy, his kindness, his clumsiness—all the things that Kageyama loved about Hinata—flood into him and warm him to the core, just like the sun warming up a peaceful winter's day.

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