a/n: my first haikyuu drabble! help i'm obsessed
Usually, Hinata Shouyou doesn't have a problem staying warm. He jumps and runs and moves around so much even outside of volleyball practice that it's easy to work up a sweat. He doesn't sit still long enough to get cold.
This, he figures, is why he doesn't seem to notice that the air-conditioner is on late at night, when the sky is a dotted blanket of stars and faded silver moonlight, and everyone else has gone to sleep after a long day of practice. But even after all the receives and jumps and insane quicks he pulled during the first day of training camp, he isn't tired enough to go to sleep.
Maybe that's why he stays up late enough for the chill to get to him. Maybe that's why, an hour after Coach Ukai called lights out, Hinata lay shivering under his blanket, curled up into a ball, skin pebbled with goosebumps from the cold.
His body quakes like something untameable and monstrous exists inside him. His teeth chatter incessantly as he shivers, his blanket not offering nearly enough warmth for him to sleep comfortably.
And he tries everything: tucking his hands under his arms, curling up, uncurling, even withdrawing his limbs and head into his shirt like a turtle retracting into its shell. Nothing works. With no movement to get his heart pumping and his blood flowing, it feels like he's trying to sleep in a refrigerator.
Ugh. This is so annoying. He supposes he could look for some extra blankets in one of the linen closets, but that would involve getting up in the dark and trying to navigate, with no lights, his way through the slumbering bodies of his team without waking anyone.
Contrary to what Kageyama believes, he's not that clumsy. But he can't guarantee he won't make the trip without stumbling over some limbs and, subsequently, disturbing the sleep of a few teammates.
His toes curl inside his socks, almost desperate enough to strip his pillowcase from his pillow and see if that will help warm him up. Will it be too thin? He's not sure. But then—
"Oi. Dumbass."
Hinata jerks underneath his blanket, slowly peeking his head out at the sound of Kageyama's voice. He closes his mouth to stop his teeth from chattering but that does little to calm the tremors in his body.
"Hm?"
"You cold?"
Darn. Is it that obvious? Hinata flushes slightly in embarrassment. "...n-no."
"Liar," Kageyama whispers. "I can hear you shivering."
Hinata gives him a pitiful attempt at a glare, though he doubts Kageyama can see it with how dark it is in the room. He settles for a frown regardless, but even that is weakened by the stutter in his voice caused by the shivering. "I-if… you kn-knew… why d-did you ask?"
Kageyama is quiet for a moment, but Hinata can't read his expression. After several seconds, Hinata considers crawling back inside the burrow of his blanket, but then Kageyama says, "C'mere, then."
"Wh-what?"
"You're cold, aren't you?"
"Well, y-yeah, but—"
Some shuffling. Rustling. Then: "C'mon. Get over here."
An even darker blush is coaxed to Hinata's cheeks when the suggestion is repeated, as if it wasn't embarrassing enough the first time. "I'm not d-doing that."
"Would you prefer to get sick and miss the practice match tomorrow?" His tone is sharp. "You need to be in your best shape."
Hinata stops, biting his lip. Is… is that possible? Can he get sick from something like this? The idea makes his stomach churn and twist into knots. This training camp isn't as exciting as the one in Tokyo after their last tournament, but still, any practice is important. He doesn't want to miss out on it.
And… and it is cold… cold enough to rob him of a good night's sleep.
"...fine," Hinata grumbles after a time, and slowly, with much reluctance, he scoots closer to Kageyama. It doesn't mean anything. He's doing this for his health. Yeah, his health.
But it's still awkward. He swallows as Kageyama sweeps his arm up, allowing room for Hinata to crawl even closer. He takes his own blanket with him, almost as if doing so will provide some extra security.
He turns into a statue when Kageyama actually curls around him. He squeaks in a whisper, "Wh—what are you d-doing?!"
"Warming you up, stupid," he says as if it's obvious.
"B-but—"
His words are stolen from him as he's pulled into a cocoon of blissful, blessed warmth. His body instinctively melts in spite of what his brain says, going boneless against the wall of Kageyama's chest. A sigh of relief escapes him as the blanket falls over them like a veil, and how could his blanket feel so cold and thin when Kageyama's was this warm? It's not fair.
Bakayama. Stealing all the warmth. Baka, baka, baka.
Bakayama. Acting like this is no big deal. How dense is he? Not fair, not fair, not fair.
Still, it… it is nice here… so warm…
"Shit, you're freezing," Kageyama hisses under his breath.
"Shut up," Hinata snaps back, matching his volume. "Not everyone's a pillar of heat."
"Mm. Not my fault you're tiny."
"Sh…shut up! I'm not tiny."
He glares at Kageyama's chest even though he can't see it, but still, Hinata can't ignore the way the tremors in his body calm with each second he spends soaking up Kageyama's warmth. Despite his racing thoughts, his body continues to relax.
He doesn't care when Kageyama's chin comes to fall on his head. No, he doesn't care at all.
And he only curls his hand into Kageyama's shirt because his hands are like ice cubes. Yeah. Only because of that.
And it's not the end of the world that Kageyama is curled around him. Because… because or else he'd get sick, and he doesn't want to get sick. Right.
So warm…
Gradually, he becomes aware of a rhythmic thumping noise that has to be Kageyama's heartbeat. He blinks slowly, almost drowsily, and listens. It's… surprisingly calming, in a way. As is the methodic sound of each breath as his chest rises and falls, rises and falls. Hinata isn't sure why. But it quiets his brain all the same, beckoning him gently and softly into slumber.
He awakes the next morning more comfortable than he's ever been, his cheek burrowed into something soft. He snuggles into it almost instinctively, expelling a deep sigh. It's so, so warm here. It's almost heavenly.
...click.
"...my god. It's priceless."
"Shh! Stop, you'll wake them up!"
"They've gotta wake up sometime anyway!"
"I think they look kinda cute."
"Pshh. You would think that, Asahi-san."
"Tsukishima, you've got to send me that picture."
Muffled laughter. A snort. Hinata hums drowsily at the noise, stirring from his sleep, eyes fluttering.
He catches a glimpse of Tsukishima's unnervingly wide smile and realization dawns on him.
Him. Kageyama. Him and Kageyama. Together. Sharing a futon. And… and…!
Crap.
He bolts upright with enough force to startle Kageyama out of slumber. His brain tells his body to move and to move fast, not even giving his body a chance to wake up before it's forced to obey. This causes a delay in his actions, and his heart thumps and drops because the blissful warmth is gone now but that doesn't even matter because his team is awake and staring at the both of them and—
"Oi," Kageyama barks tiredly, rubbing an eye. "What the hell was that for?"
Hinata's body trembles slightly as goosebumps surface on his skin and he pointedly ignores it. Because he doesn't miss Kageyama's warmth. Because that would be dumb.
Tanaka-senpai practically hoots with laughter. "Are you upset that we took your snuggle buddy, Kageyama?"
Hinata's face burns with shame. "I am not his snuggle buddy!"
"Coulda fooled me," Tsukishima says with that same stupid grin.
"Sh...shut up! Shut up!"
"What're you all laughing at?" A familiar, frosty look crawls over Kageyama's face. "He was so cold last night he was shivering. I don't see what the big deal is."
There's a few seconds of silence. Hinata's face burns even hotter and he sends his best Not Helping glare to Kageyama, and then Tanaka-senpai and Tsukishima are erupting with laughter again.
"Alright, alright, enough with the teasing," Daichi-san says, giving Tanaka and Tsukishima an even frostier glance than the one Kageyama sent them. "Come on. We have a long day ahead of us."
Hinata's thankful that for the interruption from their captain, although his heart continues to pound traitorously against his ribcage and his face is still hot with embarrassment.
Bakayama. "I don't see what the big deal is," he says. Ugh. I hate him.
And he also ignores the fact that his heart tells him otherwise. Because his heart is wrong. And his heart is stupid. Stupid like Kageyama, with his stupid soothing heartbeat and his stupid calming breathing and his stupid comfy chest and his stupid, stupid, stupid warmth.
Asahi asks him if he's alright, more than once. Tsukishima gives him crap for the rest of the day.
Next time he'll risk waking his teammates to grab more blankets from the linen closet.