Kageyama's day has been going relatively decent up until this point.
Sure, maybe Sawamura-san reprimanded him and Hinata more than what should be acceptable in a three-hour bus ride (it was completely Hinata's fault, though, so Kageyama refuses to take responsibility and will keep doing so in the foreseeable future), and maybe Tsukishima was especially up to it today and Kageyama's comebacks weren't… as amazing as they usually are – but overall, still a pretty okay day.
Up until this point.
"What?" he and Hinata both ask at the same time, right after Sawamura-san finishes reading the list. Kageyama fixes his glare on Hinata like this is all his fault. It probably is. You know what? Screw probably, this definitely is Hinata's fault. Maybe he wants the opportunity to prank him – throw all his clothes out of the window while he's in the shower or paint his face like a cat's at the forbidden hours of the night.
A shudder passes through his body.
Then he proceeds to reevaluate his assumptions when he realizes that Hinata looks just as, if not more, shocked as he feels. He has even stopped running around and making everyone regret the day they've chosen to stay in this hotel. "Me and Kageyama? Like, together? In one room? Eight hours per day? For five days?"
"There would be blood," Kageyama helpfully supplies. Judging from the others' amused glances, they probably think he's being over-dramatic.
Okay, maybe he is being overdramatic, but that doesn't mean that he wants to spend his evenings tucked in a room with Hinata of all people. Freedom, happiness, peace, and all the sentimental stuff are what he usually feels when Hinata isn't trying to interact with him every two seconds. Coincidentally, they also were what had come to his mind when he learned that only two people were going to be staying in each room – it felt like heaven.
And right now, it just feels like a terrible joke; yes, he's in heaven, but he has somehow gone back to a time when the devil was still chilling there.
Hinata sends him a dirty look as if he knows what exactly he is thinking. "And I bet he snores."
Blood rushes to Kageyama's cheeks as the remark pulls him out of his miserable thoughts rather harshly. He makes a move to grab Hinata's collar, but the idiot escapes from his grip at the last possible moment and sticks out his tongue. "Shut up, I don't snore."
Yamaguchi coughs into his fist, and Sugawara-san turns his face away from them.
Kageyama narrows his eyes.
"Yes," Ennoshita-san answers Hinata's question instead of Sawamura-san, who looks like he's trying very hard not to crumble on the ground and start wheezing right there as he leans onto a wall. "The matchings were completely randomized, and by sheer luck and a bit of interfe-" Kinoshita-san clears his throat, "I mean, interesting… uh, things and… all… that…" he looks around helplessly as he falters.
Tanaka-san rolls his eyes in a way he must be thinking is discreet. Hinata snickers into his hand.
"What he means is," Sugawara-san takes the matters into his own hands before things get more ridiculous, "everything was completely and totally randomized, even more so than the image of Takeda-sensei breakdancing." He looks at them like he expects them to laugh.
No one does.
"…with a cheerleader uniform."
"Oh god…" someone mutters.
…he takes the matters into his own hands before things get more ridiculous, and makes them even worse in an astonishingly little amount of time, Kageyama corrects himself with a sour face.
A sheepish smile takes place of Sugawara-san's usual one when he realizes that the mental image he has offered isn't particularly pleasant and rather prone to cause mental scarring. "…which is something you might or might not be imagining right now," he closes his eyes and scrunches his nose as his smile becomes even more apologetic, "er, try not to?"
Kageyama thinks about it, and so does everyone else, apparently, judging from their identical grimaces.
"I told you not to think about it." Sugawara-san defends himself when everyone glares at him.
Sawamura-san tucks the list Kageyama so badly wants to burn into his pocket and claps his hands to draw everyone's attention, looking slightly traumatized. "Anyway, it's getting late. We'll all be going to our rooms, and won't be staying up late," he glances at Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san, "right?"
Cheers of acknowledgment arise from everyone (which could've been convincing if they weren't giving off strong vibes that all of them will pretend that they haven't heard the last part), except Hinata, who looks like a pouty duck, Kageyama, who just wants to dig his head to a couch like an ostrich, Tsukishima, who simply rolls his eyes and tries to hide a small smile because of course, and Kinoshita-san, who still looks mildly disturbed and mostly confused.
"So," Kinoshita-san raises a hand, "who am I going to stay with, again?"
Sawamura-san blinks then sighs as he reaches to his pocket, but Azumane-san points at Kinoshita-san before he can do so. "You're with Narita, Suga and I are together, of course, Yachi and Shimizu – they've already gone to their room though," he ignores the whines coming from two certain upperclassmen, "Tanaka and Noya, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, Ennoshita and Daichi, Kageyama and Hinata."
Everyone (except them and Tsukishima, that bastard) claps at the display of admirable memory, which makes Kageyama briefly pity his team (unfortunately, himself included) and their low standards of what's considered impressive.
Not that he can do better, though. He just likes complaining about it.
The claps slowly die down as the count of annoyed looks from… well, everyone else in the lobby increase.
"Yay," Hinata deadpans, a good five seconds after silence settles in.
"What he said," Kageyama agrees.
A shudder runs through Nishinoya-san's body. "It's kinda scary when they agree with each other that often."
"…it has happened twice," Azumane-san points out.
"Yeah," Nishinoya-san nods fervently, "it's scary."
Kageyama opens his mouth to argue, but instead lets out a yelp and falters when someone pushes him from behind. "That's enough~" Sugawara-san sing-songs as he keeps pushing him in the direction of the elevators. "I'll make sure there won't be any bloodstains on the corridors," he adds solemnly after a moment, obviously trying to prevent the twitch of his lips.
Everyone salutes, and Yamaguchi tugs at the arm of an overly unenthusiastic Tsukishima. "We'll assist you on the way through," he says, and dramatically places a fist over his heart and the other behind himself.
"Why are you doing that salute thing from Attack on Titan?" Tsukishima asks with his brows raised, breaking the atmosphere. He shrugs when everyone sends exasperated glares to him. "Uh… dedicate… your hearts? I guess?"
Hinata's eyes widen. "You guys read Attack on Titan?"
"What's Attack on Titan?" Kageyama asks, but none of them pay attention to his question as they start walking to the elevator together while talking about some weird named people and Titans.
"Well that's one less problem, I guess," Sugawara-san eventually says as they all watch Tsukishima talking excitedly about something, fascination written all over their faces. Nishinoya-san tries to follow them and join the conversation, only to be stopped by Narita-san.
"But they are talking about my favorite manga!" Nishinoya-san wails between his attempts to bite his captor, indirectly answering Kageyama's question from before.
A manga, huh?
"Your room is like," Narita-san struggles to get his arm out of Nishinoya-san's mouth, "on the other side of the building!"
Sugawara-san ignores them, walking at a fast pace to catch up with the others as Ennoshita-san mumbles "I don't see," and joins Sawamura-san, who has his hands raised in surrender on his way to their room.
"Guys," Azumane-san calls out, "guys, don't leave me- guys- hey-" he abruptly breaks off, then starts apologizing at a rapid pace. Kageyama gets a good idea of the reason why when he looks over his shoulder and sees an elder woman waving a roll of newspaper like she has a clear target – which she apparently does have. Wincing in sympathy, he feels a pang of guilt in his chest for leaving Azumane-san to his fate, but doesn't make a move to help him.
Hey, the guilt he felt for almost three seconds is obviously more than sufficient as a punishment. He certainly doesn't need to add a ready-to-commit-homicide grandma to his already terrible day.
"I probably should've helped," Sugawara-san muses when they reach the elevator and barely slip in before the doors close, "I'll have to be subjected to his disappointed and betrayed look until I apologize."
An awkward "I guess," is what Kageyama settles on after moments of deliberation, loud enough to be heard between the chatter of Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and Hinata. "Can you all shut up?" he finally snaps when Hinata mimics an explosion with the sound effects included, a big smile plastered on his face for the first time he has heard that he would be staying with Kageyama.
His frown deepens at the thought.
"No," Tsukishima says, then keeps on talking about this Eren guy like no one interrupted them. Yamaguchi sends him a semi-apologetic look.
Fortunately, the elevator stops before he gets the opportunity to throttle someone. Unfortunately, everyone except Hinata leaves with their goodnight wishes not long after (Tsukishima and Yamaguchi's room is right in front of theirs, Kageyama notes) and they both are left to be standing in front of their room's door.
After a minute of silence, he starts tapping on the ground to fill it with something. Hinata leans against a wall and accompanies him with the rat-tat sound he makes with the keys in his hand – keys that Kageyama has no idea how or when he has taken from Sawamura-san, but he has long learned not to question Hinata about these kinds of things. Instead, he keeps playing the drums for their pseudo-concert.
Suddenly, the sound of a door creaking echoes in the otherwise silent hallway, and a girl peeks out of the door, rudely interrupting them. "Hey, could you guys cut it wi-" she starts with a sharp edge in her tone, clearly annoyed. That is, until her gaze meets with Hinata's startled one, and she abruptly cuts off and flushes. "Um, I mean, can you be a bit quieter by any chance?" she corrects herself, her voice the polar opposite of a second ago. "My brother is trying to sleep."
"It's nine," Kageyama frowns, then winces as he realizes that he sounded colder than he intended to, "how old is he, three?"
Hinata digs his heel in his foot, then sends a forced smile to the girl.
Kageyama elbows him in the ribs. "What?"
The girl returns Hinata's smile, and then her gaze sharpens again when she looks at Kageyama. "Yes, he is," she answers his question from before and smiles at Hinata one more time before shutting the door into his face. She was probably trying to be passive-aggressive, (or just plain aggressive) but the tender way she closed the door didn't really help if that was the case.
"She was cute," Hinata says after he stops staring at the door, and looks at him like he's expecting him to say something.
Kageyama scoffs and raises his chin in the air. "She was annoying."
A satisfied smile flashes on Hinata's face, but then he quickly masks it with a huff. "You're annoying."
"Says who."
"Me?" Hinata says, then wiggles his eyebrows, "she put you in your place, though – you were like," he suddenly scowls and presses his puffy hair down, and continues with a deep voice, "'Is he three?', and she was like," a smile takes the place of the scowl, "'Yes', aaaand, thud!"
Kageyama makes a face but doesn't bother with answering, and snatches one of the keys from Hinata's hand. He wasn't listening back then, to be honest, but he distinctly remembers Daichi-san saying they will have the keys to the nearest teammates' room in the case of an emergency.
Which means Yamaguchi and Tsukishima have the keys to their room.
Yay.
He inserts the key and easily turns them; the door opens with a light push after that, slowly creaking but not offering any resistance. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips at the sight of the clean and spacious room, one that is just a bit smaller than the ones the whole team sleeps in during the other tournaments. Lights aren't on, naturally, but enough light gets in through the windows for them to see what's inside. There's another door, one that probably opens into the bathroom, and a TV in front of the-
Kageyama blinks. Then he slowly turns to look at Hinata, who happens to be already staring at him. Slowly, he reaches to the switch and turns the lights on, only to switch them off again when the bed count doesn't magically change.
"Uh," Kageyama breaks the silence, furrowing his brows, "shouldn't there be two normal-sized beds?
Instead of answering, Hinata turns the lights back on with robotic movements that make him look like he's in some kind of a daze. A grin slowly spreads on his face as he slowly starts bouncing around and returns to the real world, and then he dashes into the room. "Yes!" he half-answers, half-cheers moments after Kageyama closes the door and drops his duffel bag to the ground.
"It's like we won the lottery but a lot better!" Hinata says, throwing himself on a bed.
Kageyama reluctantly puts his bag on the floor and sits on another bed. "You can buy the whole hotel if you win the lottery, dumbass."
"Stop being realistic!" Hinata protests with a muffled voice and buries his face deeper into the pillows. "Just look at this," he gestures all around him after he sits up and avoids suffocating, "we have five beds – and three of them are king-sized for some reason I don't really get but grateful for."
"And?" Kageyama asks after he realizes that Hinata is waiting for him to speak up.
A sigh escapes Hinata's lips. "Use your imagination! We can do everything-"
"With five beds?"
Hinata ignores him. "Like, dunno, we can put them next to each other and make a big trampoline thing and- and- uh, I can take half of them and you can take the other half, and then we can sleep in enormous beds!"
…fine, maybe he can see the appeal, but- "How's that better than winning the lottery, though?"
Hinata throws him a pillow and grabs another one, sighing melodramatically when he dodges it easily. "It's called figure of speech, Kageyama."
"It's stupid."
"So are you, but you don't see me going around and talki-" he cuts himself off with a yelp and falls down the bed when a pillow with the speed of whatever-the-distance-a-pillow-Kageyama-throws-can-go/h hits him on the head.
Kageyama grins as he reaches out for another pillow. "Hope this taught you when to shu- arghhh!" something blurry enters his sight, and the next thing he knows, he's lying on a bed, his head tilted in an uncomfortable angle with nothing to support it.
The upside-down sight of Hinata appears before his eyes, and Kageyama notes that his smirk looks annoying no matter what angle he's looking from. "You were saying?" he teases.
Kageyama grins. You want a fight, huh?
He grabs the nearest pillow and swings it in Hinata's way, raising his brows with satisfaction when he immediately winces away and barely avoids getting hit. "I didn't shutter, did I?"
Kageyama rolls out of the way of another weaponized pillow, and quickly gets up on his feet as he grabs it. Hinata narrows his eyes, the movement reeking of competitiveness, but it has little to no effect when combined with the big grin he's wearing. Kageyama's hands move to their own accord when another pillow is sent in his way, and he blocks it with the one he's holding. He immediately lowers his defense to pick up the new ammo, but that proves to be a huge mistake when another one smacks him on the head, making him stagger and fall right back on the bed.
"Did you-" he starts with a shaky voice as he struggles to sit up and subdue the laugh trying to escape, "you spiked a pillow?"
Hinata lowers his pillow shield for a second and flashes him a grin, which quickly disappears when the pillow Kageyama throws meets with his stomach. "You're the worst," he wheezes out.
"You spiked me in the head – with a pillow!" Kageyama protests while ducking behind a bed to avoid getting a concussion because of another spiked pillow, "And tried to do it again. You're objectively the worst."
Hinata throws two more pillows at him, one of which glazes his hair and causes him to lean even further. Not that he would ever admit it to Hinata, but being tall can be an annoyance instead of an advantage sometimes, like, once in a hundred times – or hardly ever kind of sometimes. "Less talking, more fighting!" Hinata cheers, then ducks behind another bed when Kageyama sends one of his pillows right back at him.
They stay like that for a while, none of them making any sound or effort to stand up and continue the fight. Kageyama grabs the pillows he can reach without having to leave the safeness of his cover, and adds them to his ammo – which consists of five pillows and two cushions. Not nearly as much as he would've liked, but not that bad either.
"Hey," Hinata whisper-yells from the other end, "are you ready?"
Kageyama grins and gets onto his feet as he throws one of his pillows in the air, getting ready to spike it. "I was bor-" his brain chooses to register the sight of Hinata's shield (or rather, fortress) at that moment, and he wavers for a split second, which is more than enough for the pillow to fall on his head.
Hinata adds to his humiliation with another pillow he sends from behind the duffel bags and drawers on his bed, hitting him directly on the shoulder.
Kageyama just stands there for a second, too shocked to do anything. That is, until Hinata's bubbling laughter breaks him out of his daze, and he starts flushing. That's it, this is the day he dies – or at least his dignity does. "Stop laughing," he warns, but Hinata's reply is to collapse on the ground and buckle up as he laughs even harder.
"Y-your – fa-face," he forces out and looks like he's about to say more, but the words dissolve between the sound of his wheezes.
Kageyama flushes even harder. "Hinata," he growls, then grabs the two biggest pillows he can get his hands on. Hinata doesn't shut up? Okay, then he will shut him up.
Stomping his feet with each step, he approaches Hinata – at first cautiously, but then his movements become slacker when he notices that he isn't going to stop laughing soon. Which would've been annoying, if not for the fact that it made him vulnerable to any rogue pillows that will soon have a special meet&greet with his handsome face.
Kageyama chokes on his spit at the thought.
Fortunately, Hinata doesn't realize the change in his posture and keeps wheezing – or in other words, his luck is working for once. Kageyama does his best to get himself together, ignoring his last thoughts and the way he knows his cheeks have embodied Hinata's hair color.
Goddammit.
Now that he realizes it, Hinata's laugh doesn't sound half bad either. Kageyama wouldn't exactly call it… pleasant, but the way his voice cracks at random points, and the laughter gets louder and louder until he almost completely cuts himself off to try and take in a few breaths, only to burst out laughing once again…
It's not pleasant – hell, it's annoying.
Yet, it's beautiful.
Just like the way his eyes crinkle, the way his nose scrunches, the way his eyes shine brightly with joy-
Or tears, because he will lose, the competitive part of his brain interrupts his train of thought, also, what the hell?
With a feeling like someone has just hit his mental brakes as hard as they can, Kageyama gets out of whatever the thing he was in was, and blinks.
Well, he raises the pillow above his head, I'll just pretend these last five seconds didn't happen.
Then he brings it down on Hinata's face.
Hell breaks loose.
The next five minutes (half an hour? Or one?) pass in a blur of pillows thrown back and forth, though he can make bits or pieces out of it – like the time the Hinata's so-called shield of a drawer almost fell on top of his legs, or the time they almost choked, him on a pillow and Hinata on Kageyama's elbow (he would've rather forgotten about that, though).
Oh, and there is the time he tripped Hinata up, making him fall on a bed, and then tripped over a pillow himself and fell on top of him, which, to be honest, was bound to happen at some point with his luck.
Unfortunately for him and his internal crisis that had come out of nowhere, Hinata looked even more handsome up that close. Blood rushed to his ears.
"Ooh, you play dirty," Hinata grinned, showing a clinical case of obliviousness and no sign of embarrassment, "show me what you got."
"Sure," Kageyama agreed, already forming a plan in his head. Rolling to his side, he threw Hinata off the bed and sent a pillow to where he estimated his head was.
Hinata gave a long-suffering sigh and muttered something incomprehensible before raising his voice. "You're a two-year-old. That, or an idiot. Your brain just doesn't work."
Kageyama kindly rolled another pillow off the bed and hoped that it would hit him right square on his face.
Hinata threw it right back.
So, with everything in mind, despite the almost-reaching-to-the-sky amount of both the first and second-hand embarrassments, the whole pillow fight thing was… not that bad.
So, naturally, as all the good not-horrifyingly-terrible things do, it comes to an abrupt end.
"Woo-hoo!" Hinata bounces on top of a bed, or rather, the remains of it. "I won!"
"No, you didn't," Kageyama argues, but throws away his pillow and raises his hands in the air nonetheless. "My favorite show starts in five minutes, and you look like a possessed lawnmower ran over you."
"You did run over me," Hinata points out. "And look at who's talking. Your hair is… it looks even worse than usual."
Kageyama touches his hair self-consciously, glaring at Hinata. There's a (big) part of him that would love to suffocate him with a pillow, but alas, it isn't meant to be. Instead, he starts looking for the remote, tip-toeing between the feathers, sheets, towels, and pieces of underwear, which he would rather not talk about. "We'll have a rematch, no one won."
"Sure, whatever lets you sleep at night."
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
"Good. Now shut up and help me find the remote."
Grumbling, Hinata bounces one last time and lets himself fall on the bed face first before rolling to his side and standing on his feet again. The mess that once was called the floor doesn't bother him as much as it does Kageyama, apparently, even if he gives the stink eye to the underwear here and there. When the silence stretches for too long, Hinata takes it upon himself to break it. "So," he starts, and Kageyama puffs his cheeks before letting the air out sharply, "if you say it's a draw, and I say I won, and no one says you won – logically, that means I won, right?"
Straightening his back and placing the cushion back on the couch, Kageyama casually rolls up his sleeves. Then, without checking if Hinata's there or not, he swings it behind himself, disappointment filling him when his hand doesn't meet with flesh.
Two fingers, which his brain barely registers as a peace sign, enter his sight, almost pecking out his eyes. "Missed with a few centimeters. Being short can also be good sometimes, right? Like, this was the first time for me, and it was amazing!"
An involuntary snort escapes him at the genuine (or sarcastic, he can never really be sure with Hinata) display of awe, but luckily, a frown quickly rushes to his help and finds its place on his face. "You've got a few screws loose there."
"Hey! That was- aha!" Kageyama whips his head in the direction of the sound, sighing with relief when his eyes fall upon the remote up in Hinata's hands. "Found it!"
"Congrats, now give it to me," he requests, even though he almost knows for a fact that something will be demanded of him in return. Which is exactly why when Hinata tosses it to him without saying anything, he doesn't reach nearly fast enough to catch and earns a brand-new sore spot on his face. "Ow."
Hinata gives him a perfectly executed expression of genuine worry, but Kageyama is sure as hell that he knew exactly what he was doing and is snickering inside. "Idiot."
"Asshole," Hinata coughs.
Deciding to beat Hinata extra hard at tomorrow's pillow fight, he doesn't attempt to punch him. Gesturing at his eyes with his index and middle finger, he proceeds to point them at Hinata, then hops onto the bed in front of the TV (it's also the cleanest, he might add, the only thing he had to get rid of was Hinata's pair of Nyan Cat socks) and turns it on.
Despite the show being one of his favorites, he finds himself distracted as Hinata keeps moving around the room, following his every movement with the corner of his eye. Grabbing his nearly-empty backpack, he picks his clothes from the floor and stuffs them in, leaving Kageyamas' perfectly in place, that bastard. Next, he pulls a book out of the front of the bag, probably a manga, as the cover indicates. Maybe it's a volume of Attack on Titan. Clutching his book close to his chest, he then lies on a relatively unharmed couch and starts reading intently.
After fifteen minutes of nothing except watching the beautiful view of his big eyes and biceps whenever he tenses up and his fluffy orange hair, Kageyama reaches multiple conclusions: a) Hinata really likes this manga, b) he really likes Hinata (in a friendly way, of course), and c) he'll just add these twenty minutes to his list of "I've never thought of anything like that in my life!", which for some reason includes Hinata in every entry, one way or another.
Focusing his attention back on the TV, he curses under his breath when he realizes he does not remember a single thing from the first half and probably will have to rewatch the episode on some sketchy site. Great. As if his day hasn't been going even worse than when a penguin chased and tried to bite him.
He opens another channel, not wanting to be spoiled since he doesn't know what led to the events of the second half. To his delight, it's a volleyball match, which might be about the only thing that goes right today. Judging every wrong move with an expression of distaste and stealing a glance from Hinata every now and then (except that one time he went into the bathroom; it might have been kind of weird), he manages to make it into midnight without doing something stupid.
"I'm going to sleep!" Hinata announces out of nowhere, startling him when he closes his manga with a thud.
Kageyama sends him a dirty glance for almost giving him a heart attack. "Night." He then turns his attention back on TV; now that he's invested, he wants to see the end of the fifth set and the winner.
Hinata has other plans. "So, can you stop lying on my bed?"
Kageyama forcefully tears his eyes from the match. "What? This is my bed."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is," he frowns and pulls the sheets to himself protectively, "are you lying on it right now?"
Kageyama answers his question own before Hinata has the chance to open his mouth. "No. But I am lying on it right now. This is my bed."
Hinata crosses his arms. "This is not how it works. I claimed it before you did! The covers have tiny little volleyballs on them and everything."
With that, for the first time, Kageyama actually looks at the bed, only to realize that the covers are indeed volleyball-patterned.
Oh boy, Hinata is so not getting this bed.
The said idiot lets out a gasp as he points him an accusing finger. "You didn't even notice!"
"Yes, I did!" Kageyama says defensively as he sits up, glaring at Hinata as he mirrors his gesture from a few seconds ago and crosses his arms.
"You are not worthy of sleeping on this bed!" Hinata lets out a dramatic cry as he throws himself on top of him and sits on his stomach, taking the pillow in Kageyama's lap and smacking him in the face with it.
"Worthy my ass! This is a bed, not freaking Mjolnir!" Kageyama wheezes out as he tries to get the pillow off his face. And Hinata off his bed.
And tries to forget Hinata is in his bed, more specifically, on top of him.
God, he is trying hard here.
Trashing around and kicking the air a million times to no avail, he decides to step up his game and try to get his arms out of under Hinata's feet. Only problem: Despite his appearance, Hinata's freaking heavy.
Okay, maybe not as heavy as him – definitely not as heavy as him, but still not light enough for him to lift using only his forearms. So, Kageyama does what any ambitious person would do in this situation.
He gives up.
"Okay, you can sleep here – okay!"
With that, Hinata puts aside his what must be a lifelong dream of becoming a psychotic murderer (because come on, no one is that good at using a pillow as a weapon if they have no ulterior motive) and lets him breathe.
"Well, that was easy."
Kageyama glares daggers at him as he pants. "I will murder you."
Hinata snickers as he escapes from the route of a pillow. "You sure will. But for now, get lost."
He can't help but laugh at his naiveness. "No."
Hinata's face falls. "What do you mean, 'no,'?"
"I mean no," he repeats, using his all willpower not to cackle like a maniac. "I never said I wouldn't sleep here, just that you can sleep here. If you don't like it, go find another bed."
Narrowing his eyes at him, Hinata falls on his knees and grabs the left side of his chest, giving him a wounded look. "You tricked me," he wails, "and for that, you deserve…" He slowly raises a hand and…
…flips him off. "This."
Kageyama shrugs. Hinata acting dramatic just means he did indeed win this round; nothing can make him mad for at least ten minutes. Maybe eight. Or five.
"Well," Hinata speaks up in his I'm-gonna-do-something-that-will-make-you-mad-and-that's-why-I'm-doing-it-in-the-first-place tone, causing Kageyama's head to immediately snap up. "If you aren't leaving, then at least move. We'll divide the area into two."
Kageyama rubs the temples of his head. Maybe not five minutes. But hey, time is an ambiguous concept.
After a few minutes of detaching himself from reality, Hinata's clap brings him back to the Earth. He glances around, narrows his eyes when he sees the idiot's smiling face, and sighs when he sees the sheets separating the bed into two areas.
"I can't fit here," he protests.
Hinata shrugs. "Then get rid of your ego for one night, and you will."
"Like you did with your brain?"
"Shut up," Hinata retorts before sticking his tongue out. Kageyama does the same.
After a staring match he definitely won, he gets up from his side of the bed and goes to brush his teeth. When he returns, a dark room greets him.
One day, he really will kill Hinata.
He has tripped over three cushions and two pieces of clothing (one of which he thinks was his underwear, but doesn't really want to think about it), by the time he makes it to the bed.
"I hate you," he deadpans as he throws himself onto the bed.
Hinata lets out a laugh, and suddenly Kageyama is a little bit less angry. "Still totally worth it."
Kageyama rolls his eyes; it was a bit funny, not that he will ever admit it out loud, but you know.
He takes the blanket and puts it over himself, only for Hinata to pull it to his side, resulting in his body being a) barely covered and b) immensely cold. Which helps him realize that they will have to share the blanket unless Hinata (because he sure as hell doesn't want to) gets another one.
He pinches the bridge of his nose.
"We have to clean up the room, you know," Hinata chooses that moment to break the peaceful silence, sounding like would rather see Takeda-san in a cheerleader outfit.
Wow, Kageyama thinks dryly, thanks, Sugawara-san.
"…right," he reluctantly agrees after he finally gets the mental image off his mind, then turns around to lie on his side. "Coach Ukai would probably make us run a hundred laps around the gym if he sees that."
"He probably would."
"Yeah."
"Soooo," Hinata says, "with that out of the way, how does giving me a bigger part of the blanket sound since only half of me is under it?"
Without letting him even process the question, he pulls the blanket to his side, causing Kageyama to pull it back with a clench of his jaw. "Get your own blanket, at least."
"Why don't you get yourself one," the idiot retorts as he pulls it again.
Kageyama licks his lips as he pulls back. "I already did," he says slowly. "This is mine."
"No, it isn't."
"It is."
"Is not."
"It is."
Hinata doesn't answer. Instead, he simply takes the blanket to his side and immediately starts snoring like a buffalo with asthma, only a bit less convincing than a five-year-old trying to make his parents believe that he's asleep.
Well, at least he's got the spirit, Kageyama will give him that.
"Not gonna work," he says, pulling on the blanket with all his power and leaving Hinata exposed to the chilling cold of the room.
"C'mooon," he whines, hugging himself out of instinct.
Kageyama turns around and lies on his other side so that he is not looking at Hinata. "Go get yourself one."
"But all the other beds are too far," he whines again. Kageyama fights off a smile. "Did I mention you're evil?"
He shrugs unemphatically as the smile finally takes over his expression, mentally patting himself on the head for his previous decision of lying on his other side. "There's a bed less than six feet away."
"Because you are evil," Hinata goes on as if he didn't say anything, "and I hope you are happy that I will catch a cold because of you and won't be able to play in the match tomorrow, missing the first game of a tournament I'd been waiting for weeks, months even, and just watch from the sideline, crying miserably…"
Kageyama listens dumbfoundedly as Hinata simply rants and doesn't even stop to breathe. He knows he must have been annoyed that the idiot doesn't shut up, but for some reason, he finds himself listening as he talks and talks and talks. Even that annoying smile bothering him all night comes right back like a cursed boomerang.
But everyone has a limit, and so does Kageyama.
So, when at some point the words start sounding like gibberish instead of, you know, actual words, he knows that that's enough of Hinata for today. Pressing the other side of his pillow to his ear, he does his best to shut out the rambling.
Which might have helped him to sleep, if not for the fact that he for some reason feels guilty for making Hinata sleep without anything except his clothes.
He can always grab one from another bed if he gets cold, the logical part of his brain pipes up.
Yes, answers the emotional part, but you know that he won't.
He does know that. And he also knows that Hinata is probably asleep by this point, so even assuming he wants to, he won't be taking anything to keep himself warm, not anytime soon.
Well, there's only one thing to do.
By the way, damn his conscience.
Reaching out to the blanket to put it on Hinata and grab himself another one, he lets go of his pillow, exposing his damaged ears to the outside world – only to realize he has made a huge mistake.
Because Hinata is very much awake.
"…and what a failure of your kindergarten teacher must have been that they couldn't even manage to teach you basic manners and sharing – because mine sure as hell did his best to-"
"Fine, fine," Kageyama whisper-yells defeatedly as he turns to face Hinata, not only to put an end to his torture, but also out of some twisted sort of respect for Hinata. Hey, someone that can talk this much without running out of things to say deserves recognition. "You can have this, I'll get another one – just please shut up."
The smile which got a hold of Hinata's features when he spoke up immediately disappears at that, his expression disappointed and brows furrowed. "But- but- I mean-"
Kageyama gives him a questioning look.
"I would feel guilty!" Hinata suddenly exclaims, making Kageyama let out a yelp as the slightest bit of sleepiness he had leaves his body. "Then I wouldn't be able to sleep and be too tired for tomorrow's match and…"
Knowing all too well which way this thing is going, Kageyama closes his eyes, sighs, and shifts himself so that he's right next to Hinata. He grabs his end of the blanket, the motion shutting Hinata up immediately.
Finally, he thinks, some peace, and opens his eyes.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Kageyama finds himself staring into Hinata's wide, brown eyes. They are barely visible in the darkness of the night, but he can still make out that familiar mischievous and for some reason proud glint, making his heart beat faster.
Okay, no peace then. Fine.
He tries to ignore his racing heart as he prays that Hinata's not hyper-aware of it like he is, or at least has the decency to ignore it as he does. Or tries to. He does his best to look anywhere other than Hinata's eyes, but his brain decides to fail him when it matters the most. To be fair though, it is not easy to think about or look at anything other than Hinata when he's so up close that his fluffy hair tickles his cheek and makes him feel all giddy.
Only then does Kageyama realize that not only he's staring into his eyes, but Hinata is staring into his too. His lips are slightly parted, and his chest slowly moves up and down-
Wait, a small part of his brain that is still somehow functional stops him and urges him to look more carefully. Because no, his chest is not moving slowly; it's fast, so fast that it's like he has just played three sets in a row.
Almost as fast as Kageyama's.
They stay just like that for what feels like an eternity, but is probably no more than thirty seconds.
Kageyama licks his lips as he parts his eyes from Hinata's, and quickly squeezes them shut when he realizes where exactly he is looking at.
Trying to get the image of a certain pair of lips out of his mind and aware of the blood rushing to his face for the nth time that day, he takes a peek at Hinata.
Only to see him just as red as he imagines himself to be, if not redder.
God, this is awkward.
Taking in a deep breath, he does what a mature, responsible person would do in a situation like this.
Lying face first, he tries to suffocate himself with his pillow, copying what he has learned from Hinata and the experiences he had to go through firsthand.
Kageyama doesn't feel like he's dying, at least not physically; considering he's dying inside, though, he's pretty sure he's getting the hang of it.
"Hey," Hinata whispers after a few minutes that Kageyama, unfortunately, had to go through the displeasure of spending alive. He sounds unsure, like doesn't know whether or not Kageyama's awake or if he should even be doing this after… what the hell happened back then. "This was nice."
When Kageyama doesn't say anything except some incomprehensible sounds, he goes on. "I mean the pillow fight and everything."
Kageyama finds himself nodding along without having the chance to think about it. The awkward atmosphere clears a little.
He can't see it, but he thinks Hinata is smiling.
Hinata clears his throat. "I- I think, I… mean, I," he shutters, "I don't know about you, but- but I really like spending time with you," he finally manages to get out, shaking the bed as he shifts around nervously.
Kageyama freezes for a moment, and apparently, that's enough of a sign for his eyes to be filled with stupid tears. He doesn't even know what he's crying for and blinks a few times to no avail. "Y-yeah," he finally chokes into his pillow with shiny eyes, not even sure if Hinata hears or understands the muffled word.
A tear wets the pillow as that damned smile subtly tugs the corners of his lips. "Me too."
Kageyama groans when blinding rays of light hit his eyelids at ungodly hours of the morning, burning his eyes even when they are fricking closed. His alarm hasn't rung yet, meaning that it wasn't even seven in the morning – which also means that it is a time no one should have to be awake.
It's the sun's fault that he's awake. He hates the sun.
With a silent whine, he reaches to his still closed eyes to rub them - or at least tries to. He slowly opens his eyes to see what exactly his arm is trapped under, and he finds himself two inches away from someone.
He blinks a few times to make sure that he isn't dreaming and really slept in the same bed (for a whole damn night) and cuddling with… well, Hinata.
Kageyama screams.
Hinata's eyes snap open, and he looks at Kageyama with a puzzled expression as he keeps screaming. Then he realizes what he is screaming about.
Naturally, Hinata screams back.
They both keep staring at each other and screaming, which is why they don't hear the sound of keys turning in the lock, or a person stepping in.
Just as Kageyama stops (and so does Hinata) to take in oxygen and be able to form sentences other than "what the hell?" in his head, a third scream echoes in the room – one that sounds equally surprised and embarrassed, and a dash more horrified.
They both look in the direction of the door, and their eyes meet with Yamaguchis'.
Oh god.
He screams again.
Hinata has the decency to join them.
Almost at the same time as Yamaguchi does, a blond head appears next to the door frame with his phone in his hand. He does a double-take at the sight before him, raising his eyebrows.
Tsukishima doesn't scream.
Instead, he takes pictures.
Notes:
I had started this fic half a year ago, and boom - not so long after, I somehow lost all my enthusiasism for writing. Today, while cleaning my computer, I came across a half-written and half outlined 3k-long version of this and asked myself why the hell not.
So here we are, after 4.5k more words, 7 hours, and, weirdly enough, an AMV later. And I still want to write something new.
God did I miss this feeling.
Thank you for reading the whole thing! I hope you leave this page with a smile on your face and have a wonderful day :)
