A/N: Kagehina is probably the thing I'm most passionate about in life.

Summary: Series of short HinataღKageyama drabbles.

Rating: T (Will possibly change to an M rating later on due to a lemon drabble.)

Genre: Romance/Friendship/Humor/Angst/Hurt/Comfort (Probably more. Depends on the drabble.)

Pairings: HinataღKageyama

.oO Taking Flight Oo.

The first time Hinata laid eyes on him, he was intimidating. All of the players in middle school were intimidating when he was so short and never played a proper game of volleyball. That one tall setter with the jet black hair had a different presence from the rest however.

It was hard, very hard for Hinata to explain the type of vibe the taller boy gave off. Even with that scowl on his face, even with those harsh words he spoke, he illuminated the space around him. Now, Hinata didn't realized that at the time. He only came to this conclusion in hindsight.

During their actual confrontation Hinata was a bit pissed. It wasn't an easy thing to upset him, for the most part Hinata was a bubbly happy kid. That day however a certain setter lit a fire under him. There was no way he would lose to someone like that, not to this 'King'. At least that is what Hinata thought.

In reality at that point in time there was no way he even stood a fighting chance. By all accounts he had every right to give up, to forfeit the match. But no, he wouldn't give the King that satisfaction. He had to prove him wrong, he had to.

Hinata wanted to prove himself to Kageyama that day on the court.

Looking back Kageyama was the one person he was playing for in front of all those people. He wanted to win sure... Though he also wanted Kageyama to acknowledge him just as badly. He wanted praised... It wasn't that he wanted to throw it back in his face, Hinata couldn't explain the feelings going through him during that game.

He couldn't put those feelings into words so he simply let his playing speak for him. He played ferociously with all the determination in his being. Hinata wondered if his words were reaching the one on the other side of the net.

Hinata hoped it reached him.

.oO1Oo.

The small decoy yawned his eyelids beginning to feel heavy. Karasuno were on the bus riding back to school after a practice game. Hinata had played the whole time being used thoroughly, he was completely exhausted.

His tired chocolate brown eyes peeked up at the setter beside him. Kageyama looked as stoic as ever still he looked to have more energy than Hinata at the moment. Hinata attributed that to the amount of coffee Kageyama drank. Still he didn't appear to be in any mood to entertain the orange-haired boy on their way home. It wasn't like he'd do much in front of the entire team anyway.

Hinata attempted to get something out of him by poking at his sides. In all honesty he was just trying to keep himself awake. Karasuno wasn't exactly the most mature set of highschool students. He wouldn't put it past them to scribble all over his face in marker while he slept. He'd be humiliated going home to his little sister like that!

Kageyama growled telling Hinata to stop prodded at his side. The shorter boy sulked hesitantly bringing his poking to an end. Hinata decided to just fall asleep then if the setter didn't feel like keeping him conscious. Hinata's lids fluttered shut his body beginning to go limp as sleep took him.

His head fell onto Kageyama's shoulder as he got some much needed rest.

.oO2Oo.

The first time Kageyama laid eyes on that short spiker he didn't think much. Unimpressive was the most he thought, that was only in passing. Just because Kageyama thought that it didn't give players that aren't even in his second string the right to voice an option out loud.

He rounded on them, scolding them for such nonsense. They talked behind his back the setter was used to that by now. That was when that short boy spoke up to him, his own teammates feared him yet this boy faced him. Kageyama was a little taken a back but nothing more.

As their encounter continued however things started to chance. The fire in his brown eyes were frustrating to Kageyama, now he wanted to extinguish those flames. This short boy was beginning to get him going like few could. The the hell was this little guy's problem?

Kageyama was focused on Nationals yet this small spiker was throwing him off.

When they actually started playing Kageyama was set on crushing his spirit. As he came to find out this boy, Hinata didn't break so easily. He was playing with everything he had yet Hinata kept coming back for more. Each time it seemed like his opponent was getting better... Getting closer and closer to a single point.

Hinata was like a bright light in Kageyama's eyes during that game, he was blinding. Glorious, totally unlike the King of the Court. Selfless, something that Kageyama couldn't understand at that time.

That game affected Kagayama...

Shōyō Hinata, he'd remember that name.

.oO3Oo.

How embarrassing! What was this idiot thinking falling asleep on his shoulder like this?!

Kageyama's whole body tensed up feeling the weight of Hinata on his shoulder. He gulped trying to collect some composure, the scent of strawberries coming from that orange hair didn't help. The setter's eyes carefully looked around the bus full of volleyball players.

Well... They were in the back of the bus and nobody was looking at them. Perhaps he'd be able to let this slide just once.

Kageyama looked down at the sleeping boy, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Kageyama didn't mind Hinata like this, he wasn't as loud and obnoxious as usual. He'd even daresay that Hinata looked cute, not that he'd admit that out loud.

Letting curiosity get the better of him Kageyama raised his hand to Hinata's head. His fingers gently smoothing through those spiky orange locks. The feeling was nice and soft.

He got a little bolder leaning over so his nose hovered above Hinata's head. He took in the smell of the smaller boy's shampoo far better than before, indulging himself in the aroma. His thin lips hovered dangerously close to the top of Hinata's head. For a brief moment he even considered contact. Well until...

"What are you doing, Kageyama?"

He sat up straight as a board while quickly pulling his hand out of Hinata's hair.

"I-I wasn't doing anything."