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."