The way he ran with those hips, slender and supple. The way his skin became a light pink after receiving one-too-many spikes-a sort of coming-of-age for beginners like him before their forearms hardened. The way he called for a pass-for any pass-with such a demanding, perhaps even begging voice.
The way that idiot looked at Kageyama, hesitant yet trusting.
Everything he did, every stupid mistake and stupid turn of that curly-top orange head of his, made Kageyama angrier.
Hinata was just too damn cute. Fucking dumbass Hinata.
. . .
Kageyama sipped his juice viciously, squeezing the box until it crumpled in his hand. He didn't know when he began secretly watching Hinata, as he was then, during the red-head's lonely after-practice practices by himself.
Hinata tossed up the ball, then attempted to spike the ball at the fence. However, since it was made up of a metal chain-link pattern, the ball bounced lightly and hit the ground.
Kageyama turned away, covering his face with a hand as he snickered at the shorter's incompetence. What a fucking idiot.
"Is someone there?" Hinata called, moving closer to the wall Kageyama had hidden behind.
Fuck. Shit. He's coming. Kageyama glanced around and clenched his fists, raised his head, and left his stalking corner.
"Y-You want some help?" the taller forced, trying to act cool. Hinata backed away, raising his hands defensively.
"If something happened and you're angry, I swear I didn't do it." the curly-top quickly voiced. Kageyama began to scowl, watching with annoyance as Hinata shook in fear.
"You want to spike and I want to toss, dumbass. This is for my own practice, not yours." he put forth in an irritated tone.
Hinata nodded, bobbing his head up and down more times than necessarily needed. Fucking idiot.
Kageyama bent to pick up the ball, noticing with surprise at Hinata's bare feet on the paved sidewalk. He furrowed his eyebrows, casually asking, "Some'thn wrong with your shoes?" He tried to remember whether Hinata had worn them that afternoon, but his memory was blank. Kageyama almost blushed when he realized he'd spent that day admiring the other's very feminine figure.
Hinata furrowed his eyebrows. "Lent them to Noya-senpai when his big toe tore through his own, don't you remember? Maybe you were too busy tossing."
A look from Kageyama forced Hinata to add a quick, "Well, maybe you were in the bathroom…"
Maddened, Kageyama suddenly tossed the ball a bit higher than Hinata could reach, watching the shorty, caught off-guard, struggle to reach the toss with satisfaction.
To the taller's surprise, Hinata lightly bumped the ball with his palm, landing a weak blow at a patch of grass beyond.
Kageyama frowned, stubbornly refusing to retrieve it. Hinata, as if unfazed by the obviously unfair pass, ran into the field as the ball rolled off.
His feet will get muddy like that, Kageyama sighed to himself, pleasurably continuing his gaze of the middle-blocker's slender body from that afternoon.
"Itte.." Hinata squealed, lifting his leg. A soft stream of red liquid dripped from the unprotected foot. "I think there's a broken bottle here…" he muttered to himself.
Kageyama felt himself tense. "It's your own fault for not wearing shoes." he accused, approaching the other cautiously, glaring at the ground for glass. But it's also my fault for being stubborn and letting him chase the ball. Kageyama looked away as he stretched an arm out towards the other.
Hinata shifted his weight to one side and lightly gripped Kageyama's forearm, then shoulder. Finally, he leaned against the setter completely.
"Oh, the ball…" he let his voice trail, gazing at the object.
"We can get it later." Kageyama snapped. Fucking idiot can't get his priorities straight. "Let's go to the infirmary first." he continued, half-dragging Hinata in the direction of the school.
"No, it's alright, let's keep practicing." the injured idiot persisted.
Kageyama ignored him. The places Hinata's body rested against were burning, and he was beginning to feel a blush approach his face.
A date in the infirmary. Hinata will sit atop the bed, perhaps using a fist to cover his face as Kageyama swabbed the wound with some sort of first-aid antibacterial liquid.
He'd make a light moan, and then Kageyama will tell him, "Please bear with it, this'll sting a bit…"
Then Hinata would turn his face away and avoid his impromptu-nurse's gaze as he muttered, "Well… If it's you, Kageya-"
"-ama!" Hinata shouted, breaking the setter's fantasy. Kageyama frowned, glaring down at the middle-blocker. "I'm fine, really."
"Shut up. What if it gets infected and you can't play in the next game?"
"I-" Hinata began, his face forming a pout. "Fine. Just a bit." he finished as Kageyama pulled open the door to the nurse's office.
"Sit," Kageyama commanded as he began rummaging through random drawers. Hinata shuffled to the further of the two beds in the room, unhappily abiding. The window at the far wall presented a setting sun, the same delicate orange color as Hinata's hair.
"I can do it myself." the middle blocker muttered.
"What, you ticklish?" Kageyama grunted, retrieving a first aid kit. He knelt beside the bed Hinata sat upon.
"Of course not!"
"Then shut up."
Kageyama sprayed a cotton with neosporin, gently lifting the ginger's foot. Hinata kicked him, as if a spasm.
"S-S-Sorry!" he screeched.
"Don't tell me, you actually are ticklish?"
"No! I'm not!" Hinata repeated, slowly backing away from Kageyama.
"Oh really?" Kageyama moved closer, reaching for his feet. The curly-top bumped the back of the bed and pressed his spine to the metal.
"Kage- uwahah!" Hinata burst into laughter as the taller fondled his feet. Struggling to kick the other without truly hurting him, Hinata fought back weakly. "No- Stop- I'm serious!" He forced between gasps.
Kageyama, however, was too engrossed in the soft and small feet attached to those adorably short legs. Caressing the bottom pads lightly, he delighted himself with the sound of Hinata's choked begging and laughter.
"Kage...!" Hinata croaked. "I can't... It feels... You have to..."
Kageyama grinned and gripped the boy's limbs tighter, the bed beneath them bouncing with each movement of the two.
"Kage...!" Hinata thrust his body away, twisting his legs. But Kageyama's hold was too strong and the two went toppling off the bed, atop one another into the space between the cots.
"Ite... Dumbass..." Kageyama complained, his hands stinging as he had caught himself before landing on top of Hinata. Kageyama's eyes fell upon the boy, his face flushed and eyes tearing lightly. Kageyama felt his own head grow hot. "Hey... You... What's wrong?"
" 's nothin," Hinata growled, using a fist to cover his reddened face. "Get off me, would you?"
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry." Kageyama nodded, sitting up to straddle the other awkwardly as he tried to maneuver within the small space between the infirmary beds. His back was to the wall between the two, and his movement was restricted. His entire body was burning, being in such close proximity to Hinata. That slim waist was just inches from his hands...
Kageyama shook his head and tried to stand, but his foot was caught under a bed. "Hey... You're gonna have to scoot out yourself..."
Hinata frowned. "I'm a bit stuck here too, you know..." He laid his head back and extended his neck to the right, trying to access the situation. Kageyama gazed at the pale white skin he was presenting. The setter felt his blood begin to boil.
"Shit." Kageyama cursed. He shifted his eyes away.
Hinata looked up in fear. "I'm trying, okay? This is uncomfortable for me too."
Kageyama pressed his teeth together, watching the boy under him squeeze his legs together gingerly. His arms began to hurt from holding his weight, and he tensed to increase his endurance.
"Hey… Hinata…" Kageyama spoke after a moment. Hinata gazed up, his honey brown eyes catching the setter's blue. "My arms… they can't hold up… I'm gonna..."
Hinata widened his eyes in shock. "Wait, you mean you're gonna fall? Wait, Kage-"
Kageyama listened to Hinata's squeak as he landed atop him, bringing up his knee between the shorter's legs to catch the brunt of his weight.
"Ite… Sorry…" Kageyama groaned, opening in eye. In front of his eyes was Hinata's ear, and another glance up shown a perfect profile of the middle blocker, his lips quivering. He smelled like oranges, which brought a smile to Kageyama's face.
Then, Kageyama noticed something under his thigh.
"Hina- What- Are you…?" he stuttered. Hinata's face became red.
"I'm…! It's- it's not my fault!" he said quickly. "Your leg was there, so I just naturally, I just... um… you know…"
"You get turned on by guys?" Kageyama asked. His own face was becoming red.
Hinata covered his face with a fist. "You… You got a problem with that? Bakageyama."
The setter felt his heart's beating increase. "Then… to me…?"
Hinata uncovered his face in horror. "No! Of course not! You're my friend! I only feel that way to-" Hinata shut his mouth, pouting.
Kageyama blinked. Hinata had a crush on a guy? And it wasn't him?
Anger welled inside of the setter.
"Well, who is it?"
"I can't-"
"Tell me."
"Kage-"
"Tell me or I'll never give you another toss."
Hinata bit his lip. "You… You can't be mad at me." Oh no, Kageyama will only be mad at whoever stole the middle blocker's heart.
"Go on." Kageyama spoke through his teeth.
"You know him well… so…"
"Just tell me already."
"I like Oikawa-san."
And just like that, Kageyama's world fell apart.