Don't judge me.

"You're putting your own pants on," Kageyama said matter-of-factly as he unceremoniously dumped Hinata on the bench in the locker room.

"Obviously," Hinata blew a raspberry and crossed his arms over his chest. "Like I would need your help with something like that!"

"Shut up," the setter growled as he surveyed the wall of lockers, "Which one is yours?"

"It's right next to yours, idiot!" Hinata guffawed.

"Don't expect me to remember something like that, dumbass!" Kageyama nearly wrenched the door off its hinges when he threw it open, balling Hinata's already wrinkled clothes in his fist and tossing them backwards at him without looking. "Just fucking change, will you!" Hinata rolled his eyes and picked his shirt off of his head where it had landed.

His fresh t-shirt was on and his jacket was over it by the time that he realized he actually might need some help with something like that.

"Kageyama...?" He called across the room quietly.

"What?" Came a cold question in reply.

"Maybe, could you..." he muttered, looking down at the tiled floor as he struggled to spit out the words that would denounce his pride, "Help... me.. with my pants?"

"I already told you I wouldn't!" Kageyama whipped around, already dressed with his shoes in his hand.

"But Suga-san said...!" He whined, kicking the air like a toddler in a swing and wincing at the strain.

"Just wear your shorts!"

"But they're sweaty, and Nishinoya spilled water on them!" Hinata looked up to see Kageyama's unchanged expression. "I can't wear them all weekend. You'll have to help me sometime."

"Can't I just go get someone else-" Kageyama started to complain, and Hinata shook his head vigorously.

"No, no! Nobody else can know!" He grinned slightly. "Besides, Daichi-san will just hit you again and make you do it, anyway." Kageyama swallowed hard and instinctively stroked the place he'd been hit before.

"Fine," he finally sighed after a long pause and sat down on the bench next to the redhead. Hinata cheered silently in relief as Kageyama ducked downward, loosening and removing his shoes, but his celebration was cut short as he felt himself being lifted onto the setter's lap.

"Hey, wait!" he protested as Kageyama's hands settled on his hips for a moment, their legs layered.

"What? I thought you wanted my help?" Kageyama scoffed.

"I don't have to sit in your lap, Bakageyama!"

"It's faster this way, trust me, I want you on my lap for as little time as possible" Kageyama sneered and slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of the blocker's gym shorts. Hinata jumped when his boxers were caught as well, but they were quickly released without apology. Hinata held his breath so that his face bypassed pink and went straight to red, glancing between the forced nonchalant expression on Kageyama's face and the rough palms dusting over his thighs as his shorts were dropped. He felt like he was being baked alive, trapped between Kageyama's fevered-feeling chest and muscled arms.

"Hurry up, stupid!" No retaliation, Kageyama only grabbed his jeans from the bench and began to slip them over his feet. Hinata's bruising ankle was beginning to swell, and he whined at practically every touch that "It hurts!", even though he'd had plenty worse injuries. Chiding the taller for not being careful enough felt less awkward than sitting in his lap silently, though. The air was heavy around them, all he could smell was Kageyama's sweat and liberally applied deodorant that apparently wasn't as effective as he thought.

"You totally could have done this yourself," the dark-haired boy scoffed and fastened Hinata's jeans, even though they both knew he didn't need help with that. His hands absentmindedly lingered under the redhead's shirt for a moment too long on his hot skin, but tore them away when he realized. He grabbed Hinata from under his armpits again and put him back on the bench, standing back up.

"Could you roll the leg?" Hinata stuck out his foot and Kageyama kneeled to push his pants away from his injury. "Thanks."

"Do you need help with your, uh, shoes?" Kageyama looked back to the other boy's locker that he'd left hanging open.

"Could you just put them in my bag? Not like I'm gonna be walking very far," he chuckled quietly, not meeting Kageyama's eyes.

"Right. Right," Kageyama nodded to himself and packed up both of their bags, keeping his back turned to the redhead.

"Thanks for doing all this stuff, Kageyama," Hinata said just loud enough to be heard from where the setter was standing to break the awkward silence. "Even if it's only because you're afraid of the captain," he added as an afterthought. Kageyama grunted in response and turned around with their bags crossed over his chest.

"Can I carry you on my back?"

Hinata nodded, "That works," and wrapped his arms loosely around the other boy's neck when he was prompted by his kneeling. Kageyama shucked an arm under Hinata's leg and lifted him up, but quickly set him back down. "What's wrong?"

"Too heavy that way, with the bags," he crumpled his face in thought. "Front," he nodded matter-of-factly.

"Huh?"

"You have to balance the weight, stupid, here," Kageyama wrapped his arms around Hinata's middle and squeezed him until he understood and wrapped his legs around his torso, then his arms back around his neck. "Good?"

"Yeah," Hinata muttered into the crook of his neck, laying his head on his shoulder and pursing his lips. He was surrounded by Kageyama's gross sweat-smell again, but it was comfortable to be carried like this.

"God, you're so tiny," Kageyama snickered and dropped his arm lower to support him better, resting a hand on his back pocket to catch him if he started to fall.

"I'm not that small, Kageyama! Don't say that!" Hinata whined loudly right into his ear, smiling when he reached up to scratch at the side of his head uncomfortably. "Let's go already, I don't want any of the senpai to come in and see us hugging," the blocker dug his fingers into the fabric of Kageyama's coat as he moved towards the door.

"Never said being tiny was a bad thing," Kageyama grumbled under his breath so quietly that even the boy with an ear perched on his shoulder didn't hear.

Yeah, I originally intended for this to be about 3 chapters or less, but it looks like it's going to end up longer. Fun fact, that whole pants scene used to be about twice as long, but I figured 400 words of awkward sexual dressing was slightly excessive. Don't get used to this update pattern, either, I just like this story.