The way Kageyama walks
across the court, as if to show off the muscles in his legs
mesmerizes Hinata in a way he cannot explain:
there's no sensuality in the way he moves
but an insane amount of flexibility
and precision in the way his controls his movements;
there's an inelegant amount of grace and poise,
of pride and power in Kageyama's long, tense stride
and yet, there's a sense of personality
tn the way his hips sway when he's relaxed
and the way even the set
of his shoulders scream control-freak,
even when calm. Kageyama's raven locks
frame an angular face just right;
the slope of his jawline sets HInata's heart aflutter
and the angles of his torso are visible when he stretches,
his shirt revealing more about the inner workings of his body
more than the fullness of his lips ever would.
Hinata could even
see the way Kageyama's hands flexed and stretched
to show off knuckles and veins and strength and
surprising amounts of warmth.
Hinata's not an observant young man,
that people seem to grasp quickly, but
Hinata feels obligated to know Kageyama's body
just as intimately as his own,
and a part of him worries
that it's weird knowing the nitty-gritty details of another man's body
but at this point, they are a duo- - -
inseparable (even if they're oil and water),
their reliance on each other so natural that it feels like breathing,
or something equally as cliche
(the third years, Kiyoko included,
are eloquent enough
for the entire team
to get away with being inarticulate);
Hinata knows fate brought them together,
and he can't
turn his back on
cruelty (it's a lesson learned, anyway) turned into
kindness (the reward for growth, change adaptation, survival).
Hinata keeps this loving knowledge to himself,
because maybe, the pain of knowing someone so intimately
without admitting these feelings is something
Kageyama'll notice. (That's unlikely.)
"Come on, you pensive dumbass,
practice is over," Kageyama says, the gruff tone of his voice
a welcome break from Hinata's reverie.
The light in Kageyama's eyes says something, but
Hinata's not sure what.
"You're one to talk-I've never seen you in such a good mood
With practice over," Hinata says, and it's true- - -
Kageyama's the first to
beg for more practice,
right after Hinata.
A wry smile covers Kageyama's face, and the look suits him.
"I saw you staring at me…" Kageyama starts, but he trails off,
noticing Hinata's reddening cheeks.
"...Was I really that blatant?" Kageyama snorts,
as if to reprimand Hinata for wearing his heart
too readily on his sleeve (like usual).
"I don't mind; it's kinda nice to have your attention."
