Been reading a lot of the doujinshi for this pairing and it's super cute. So, I thought I'd try my hand at the simple couple!
Warning: Tons of first time awkwardness, clumsy feelings, and eventual smut. Plus the first part is super corny. Enjoy~
It was the red sting in his palm that brought him back to the game again and again. It was the weight of the ball in his hand, and how eager he was to strike it hard into the ground, with all his strength. It was the constant amount of adrenaline lurching his body forward for that extra step, goading him to run faster, to jump higher. Each toss in his direction was a Godsend, it filled his small body up with the potential to shake the Volleyball World to its core. Playing the sport excited Hinata so much that most times, he felt like his heart would burst.
"Send-it-here!" Hesitation quickly gave way to anxious bidding as Hinata advanced toward the net, every movement of muscle and bone demanding attention, his presence eerily throbbing throughout the gym's floor.
It's his. Give it to him.
It was Kageyama that picked this up, that processed each specific detail on the court and ultimately decided which toss would benefit them the most. With a flicker of his eyes in the redhead's direction, he'd already pinpointed the swing of Hinata's hand and flexed his fingers, bizarrely but accurately pitching the ball for Hinata's spike.
The crack echoed loudly through the gymnasium, the familiar weight of the ball colliding with Hinata's hand before it dove straight for the side of the net opposite him. Brown eyes peeked open, his lips following suit as he gave a happy, astonished laugh.
"Hooonestly guys, it's just practice. What're you losers getting all worked up for?" Tsukishima was scowling and the freckled Yamaguchi was snickering by his side.
Hinata's feet touched the floor, arms falling to his side with a deep frown. "It's not just practice! Every toss counts~ Even Kageyama understands, right?"
It was the ravenette's turn to crinkle his eyebrows, jerking his head toward Hinata's direction in a thuggish, demanding nod. "What do you mean even Kageyama understands? Dumbass. I understand lots of things-"
"Oi, snotty first years!" Tanaka was already rounding them up, yanking Yamaguchi and Hinata back by the shirts, "Time for cool down."
Volleyball was the one thing Hinata and Kageyama could agree on. There was never any doubt that the other would pull his weight. Neither of them gave up, neither of them saw practice as just practice. They sometimes took the team for granted, and when that happened, the rest of their teammates would readily surprise and chill them to the foundation.
The permanent scowl seemed to be stuck on his face as he followed the line of stretching, giving it his all as he was very conscious of the dangers associating with slacking off during stretches. One little lapse of judgement, one critical point missed, and it'd be another court he wasn't able to play on. It was a very pessimistic way of looking at it, but middle school left him traumatized, and Kageyama let it fuel his drive.
"! UOOOHH! Tsukishima! There's a girl here for you!" The buzz cut upperclassmen was definitely making a ruckus and good at earning a bright red flush out of the girl in question. Nishinoya got in with the excitement and shook Tanaka by the shoulders as he scoped out the cute girl. Yamaguchi threw in some kind of, "Nice Tsukki!" And the four eyed blond just looked bothered by it all. The noise reached Hinata's small ears quickly, and he found himself turning toward the only person who hadn't seemed to get caught up in the buzz. "I've never seen that girl before. Maybe she's gonna confess to that shitty four eyed bastard. What a waste!" He plopped a few striped volleyballs into the bin, scurrying around to collect more, gingerly handing the wheeled bin over to the other for him to push into the equipment room.
"Ehh. Maybe," Kageyama muttered indifferently, turning out of the room to clean some more with the smaller boy to follow. The messy haired teen was looking up at the other in earnest now, incredulous that the other wasn't more into it. "C'mon, are you telling me that kind of thing doesn't make your heart go 'ba-DUMP ba-DUMP'?!" Hinata hopped up to unhook one portion of the net, leaving Kageyama to get to the other side. They both started to roll up the net without letting it touch the floor, both of them nearing one another as they closed the distance, folding it up. "Confessing isn't a big deal. You've done it before, no problem." Hinata stood there with the net jumbled messily in his arms. Kageyama clicked his tongue in annoyance and started tugging the bundle from Hinata's nimble hands, rolling it up properly. "W-What are you saying? I've never confessed!" Hinata found his voice as he clumsily offered the net to coarse, warm hands, getting enough contact with them through this small interaction to feel just how strong and sure they were.
"You did confess." Much to Hinata's surprise, the taller boy's face lit up, his expression softening. That hardass never softened up, his expression and mannerism of speaking was always hard and blunt and unpleasant. It'd take awhile for Hinata to learn, but this was Kageyama being happy.
"I promise I'll defeat you. Even if it takes me ten years, or twenty. I will." The last of the net was taken from Hinata, who stood their dumbly with his fingers curled up. Kageyama sent that chillingly confident smirk Hinata's way, and the boy's very instinct caused him to shudder. "W-Wha... you've got it all wrong! That was a challenge. A super cool challenge, you weirdo." Hinata lugged over one of the volleyball poles, Nishinoya bringing it up from the gear to help him. They heaved it over together toward the room, but Hinata's mind was still buzzing. Did Kageyama seriously think it was a confession? No, he was just being teased, right?
"Whether it's ten years, twenty years, or the rest of your life. You'll never beat me." Kageyama placed his hands on his hips as he looked down condescendingly, the happy smirk soon leaving as they were all called in for a huddle.
Hinata felt his cheeks burn, and excitement readily built within him again. "Sounds more like a proposal than a confession... Shitty-yama," he mumbled under his breath as he hustled toward the rest of the team, tuning in for Coach Ukai's nitpicking and reassurances, before they were heading to the club room to gather their things and start the journey home.
Most of them walked the same way until they naturally branched and left toward their respective homes. Hinata was walking his bike with one hand and holding his phone up with the other, grinning goofily as he punched out a text. Kageyama was quickly hovering over the redhead's shoulder, hands in his pockets as he openly stared at the screen. It was just the two of them now, otherwise it wouldn't be long till Sawamura or one of the other upperclassmen would separate them in their little fights. Otherwise, they wouldn't know when to stop.
"You've been on your phone a lot. Who's on first name basis with you?" He inquired just as gruffly as usual, causing Hinata to squeak and walk a little faster, narrowing his thin eyebrows at the taller teammate. "Stop reading my texts over my shoulder. It's Kenma-kun~ we talk a lot." Hinata steered his bike toward the side of the street as a car came down the road, stopping in his tracks to finish his text. What he hadn't noticed was Kageyama in front of the bike and the middle blocker, protectively standing there as the car passed them. "You're talking to Nekoma's setter? What for?" Hinata looked up, a little surprised as he was under such scrutiny. Hinata was getting defensive, a nasty image of his third year in middle school passing through his mind when Kageyama hurtfully scorned him for having wasted three years doing nothing.
"Get off my back, idiot! We talk about volleyball and games and stuff!" Hinata hooked one leg over his bike with a anxiously desperate sort of frown, when Kageyama's hand reached out and jerked the seat of Hinata's bike in place, stopping him from peddling with a growl. "Who's the idiot?! You klutz!" The larger male wrenched the bike back, Hinata letting out an undignified screech as he held onto the handlebars, his knees and shoulders bunched. "L-Let me go already!" Hinata cried, his knuckles white from gripping the handlebars so hard as he smushed his butt onto Kageyama's hand, as if that'd be enough to will him away. It worked, Kageyama tore his hand away like he'd just touched poop, a vein nearly popping in his forehead as Hinata looked at him over his shoulder accusingly. "Why're you so angry, you always get so scary like this; you friggin' asshole." He trembled on the seat like a tiny, cold Chihuahua. Kageyama was temporarily fazed by this before his anger returned to him.
"Because, you talking to him... it infuriates me." Kageyama's fists clenched, his teeth gnashed, and it all terrified Hinata because the male's voice was so ghastly quiet. "You're not allowed to get tosses from anyone else. I'm the only one who can give you those."
Hinata's expression muddled, his feet solid on the ground as he stared. "You... What about Sugawara-senpai?"
Kageyama clicked his tongue again, as if Hinata asked the stupidest question. "It's different with him. I'm talking about that damned Pudding-head!" Kageyama was panting now, so fully worked up even after a long day of morning practice, school, practice during lunch, more school, and afternoon practice. Not to mention the jogging he must've done early in the morning, or the regimen he must've completed in his room. Hinata looked quizzically at the male trying to catch his breath, but he felt like he could understand the feeling. To anyone else, this might've been the stupidest kind of jealousy on Earth... but as like-minded as they were in this sole aspect, Hinata felt like he could understand. "I-I get it. I won't ask him for any tosses." Hinata's eyes shone brightly, his lips squirming into an embarrassed, nervous line. That look came to Kageyama's face again, his muscles relaxed, and Hinata found his shoulders slumping.
"Good. If you understand, then be quiet."
Hinata sat on his bike, obediently but noiselessly fidgeting as Kageyama walked toward the front of the bike. His face leaned in before Hinata could comment, and Kageyama sealed their lips in a chaste, closed mouth kiss. That same warm, calloused hand wrapped around a slender wrist, and Kageyama was guiding their fingers together, holding his hand as he tilted his head. Hinata started trembling again, and his heart resounded with loud ba-DUMP, ba-DUMP's. Only volleyball did that to him... or maybe it wasn't totally volleyball. Maybe it was the ball that Kageyama sent his way. Maybe it was the skillful toss into his hand, the toss that knew him so well. Maybe it was Kageyama that fully engrossed him with each day of practice.
"K-K... Baka-yama..." Hinata gulped, breaking the kiss to look into deep blue, single-minded eyes. He apprehensively backed his face away but Kageyama leaned forward and kissed him again with more force this time, testing out the boundaries and feeling those soft, thin lips against his own. "'m... surprised. 'Cause you... only think about volleyball... and stuff." Hinata murmured dazedly in between kisses, getting into the rhythm of dipping his head in for each kiss, letting out soft sounds as the sensations sent tiny shivers straight to his core. With the tips of his toes planted on the ground, his thighs keeping the bike in check, the redhead's thin fingers left Kageyama's thicker ones to grab his jersey jacket, sweetly nuzzling his lips right across the indulgent setter's mouth, though Hinata did stiffen when something warm and slippery slicked over his lips. "Blehh, Kageyama-what're you doing with your tongue-"
"Dumbass, it's a French kiss. If you can't handle this... th-there's no way you'll ever be able to beat me." Hinata grunted in disapproval, but nonetheless let Kageyama coax his tongue between his lips. At first it was uneasy having another tongue invading his mouth, but when the roof of his mouth was licked, or the insides of his cheeks were traced, Hinata had no qualms in surrendering to the sweet exploring kiss. He opened his small mouth slightly wider, his fingers skimming up a broad chest as his tongue flicked up, both of them moaning simultaneously as the friction between their tongues had them on edge. The two of them sought to regain that feeling by kissing each other with fervor, and Kageyama's hands were grabbing all around the sides of Hinata's body, drawing him in close as they kissed by the side of the street.
Kageyama held the other boy in his arms as passion and hormones drove him, not even thinking of their position what with Hinata mewling unashamedly into the kiss, the bigger teen able to feel the warmth constantly emanating from the middle blocker's cheeks. But he could tell Hinata was becoming unfocused, and the shaking of his body was occurring too much for Kageyama to just ignore. "I'm cold~ It's really late, Kageyama." Hinata wasn't one to complain, but out of the two of them, he'd be the first. They both caught their breath, Hinata's eyes closed as he sighed, biting down on his kiss swollen lower lip as he plopped back onto the bike. "... Ow," the redhead chirped as he looked down in between his legs, noticing the stiffy in his pants poking into the seat whenever he leaned forward. "Guaah!" If he thought his cheeks couldn't burn more brightly, there he was acknowledging just how riled up Kageyama had gotten him. The male responsible leaned in to get a look. He pulled back with a smirk, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "The score's 45 to 44 now. One tie." He was smugly walking off, when Hinata peddled forward (despite the protest of his groin) and reached forward to grab onto a suspicious bulge that'd formed in the front of Kageyama's pants. "More like two ties! You dirty cheat-GAH, not the iron claw hand!"
Sooo there's the first chappie. I hope you likey. It's my third time through watching Haikyuu, and I've read all the updates for the manga, so I'm trying my very best to nail the characters. c;