Kageyama can't remember the last time he was so excited. All these new feelings that envelop him and that take over his reactions and his body, that freeze him in place or make him say things he would never catch himself saying before.

It's all because of him.

I tell myself they will pass, that I'm better and stronger than this, but the truth is I'm not so sure anymore. The only thing he is sure of these days, is the court, the ball, their teammates, the fact that he finally found a place he feels like he could belong to and of course, dumbass Hinata.

Here he comes again, at exactly 5 o'clock. The first thing he feels is the wind blowing in his tracks and several loud thuds as Hinata hurries to race Kageyama, as he does every morning. He's not gonna let him win of course, so as soon as he turns to see him approaching, with an intense glare, he starts running as well.

Kageyama doesn't even even process it, or think about it, it's just instinct, his legs move on their own, trying to match Hinata's speed.

"Ha! You're too slow Kageyama-kun!" he yells as he dashes past him slapping his back.

Lately the places he touches Kageyama on hurt a bit, like the feeling lingers there a bit more than it should have.

"Wait up, Hinata dumbass." Kageyama yells as he darts off towards Hinata.

"Not fair, how did you win again?" Hinata's breaths now struggling to become even.

Hmm, when was the last someone could take my breath away? Um, I don't mean that metaphorically. Ok maybe in that way as well. I mean make me feel like sometimes I'm the one trying to catch up to him, instead of the other way around.

Kageyama likes this feeling, it keeps his mind busy. When did I get so cheesy? he adds to his line of thought.

"Oi, Kageyamaa! What are you doing?" Hinata looks at him with an exhausted look on his face.

Aaah don't stand so close, I can feel his breath on my neck. "Hmpf, what do you mean?" Kageyama blurts out.

"Mm you were lost in thought and that's quite worrying when it comes you. Aren't you happy you won?"

"Hmpf. Of course I am, but it's obvious I would win." He pushes Hinata away from his face, since it's too close for comfort and he's afraid he might notice.

"67-68 and 3 ties."

"Hey Kageyama."

"Mm?"

"Can we do our new quick more today? I wanna make sure we increase our success rate."

Why is he looking at me with those eyes again? Kageyama always hoped there would be a different meaning to them, but he guesses it's because he is the only one to bring him the tosses he wants. I mean he needs me, in that sense at least, I need to make sure he always will.

"Yea, sure." Because of course he'd agree. Ever since he looked at him with those sincere eyes, especially when they first did the new quick, telling him he's so great, Kageyama felt like his heart would never beat again, like the world won't ever spin and time won't ever move.

They went inside the locker room, to get ready for the 3 hours they had together before their team arrived. They had to make the most of their time to practice attacks that only they could do.

"Ugh, where's my uniform? I'm sure I left it in the locker." Hinata panicked and started trembling.

"Haah?! What do you mean where is it?"

"I can't find it. Wait-" Hinata's eyes widened in realisation "I took them both home home yesterday, because Natsu- erm my little sister, wanted to take some pictures with me, both dressed up, to brag to her classmates. Aaaaaa I'm such an idiot." Hinata looked defeated.

"You got that right, dumbass-" How long is he gonna stay without clothes on? Damn it, since when does this bother me? Kageyama thinks it's a bother, but it's more like he feels funny and he notices things about his body that he didn't before. So he guesses this is a bad thing and makes a mental note to never bring it up.

"KAGEYAMA!" he startled his partner.

"Give me your other uniform. I need to practice and the rest of our team doesn't come in for the next 3 hours. Suga-san has our usual practice match uniforms locked away."

"Give-" Damn it he's close up in my face again and he's half naked now.

"Huuuh!? I'm not gonna give you mine, dumbass. Go home and take it. And step away from me."

"Don't be a bad sport Kageyama. I'll waste our precious extra hours if I go home now. Give me the orange one, you won't be using it anyway."

"What are you saying, it will look ridiculous on you." Fuck. Why do I wanna see how it actually looks on him? Don't agree, don't agree.

"Cmooooon, Kageyama-saaan" Hinata pouts. Ah, cute.

"Ugh fine." Kageyama takes out the spare orange uniform from his locker and hands it over to Hinata. It was neatly folded and carefully kept all this time.

"Hooray." Hinata beamed as he took it from him and tried to put it on. Kageyama looked away, not ready to see him just yet. He did picture Hinata wearing it before, clueless as to why he would care for such a silly thing, but he couldn't deny that he was excited.

"I think I'm done." Hinata said as he still struggled to adjust it on his shoulders as one side kept sliding off. The giant orange T-shirt looked like a dress with a huge 9 over it. "Thanks Kageyama!"

But Kageyama was no longer quite present in the room, he was, physically, but his brain shut off. He stared at Hinata feeling blood rushing to his face -and other places. He tried his hardest to make a joke, something to break the tension, to ground him back again, but never was his forte.

He inspected Hinata up and down and he noticed his pants were tied twice over and his shirt was half tucked in now. His shoulder kept making an appearance every-time Hinata moved, exposing his soft skin and his neck. Kageyama covered his mouth and cheeks with his hand, worried that he might be blushing right now or that he might say something he'll definitely regret.

I don't understand, what is this, why do I care about this crap, it's just clothes. Why do I feel like- touching you.

Hinata ran off to the gym and Kageyama snapped out of it, since Hinata was no longer in his field of view. He caught up to him and they started warming up.

Kageyama tried his hardest not to peak looks at him as they were warming up but failed miserably. Each time Hinata's body stretched in any way, a part of him was revealed from under the big T-shirt. This made Kageyama frantic, his breath speeding up, his face all red, luckily this was an entirely normal reaction he could mask,due to the intense warm-up session.

"Kageyama, help me out. Push my back with your knee." Hinata's sudden and completely normal request startled the already flustered Kageyama. Wondering how he'll survive this without Hinata figuring things out, he agreed, since it would be more been more weird for him to decline.

Hinata was already sitting down, with his legs spread out. He moved towards Hinata and bent down grabbing his shoulders. He felt his hands tremble as his hands touched Hinata, one on his shirt and the other on his naked shoulder, on his soft skin. He strengthened his resolve and closed his eyes, imagining something irritating, like Tsukishima's smirks and witty remarks at his plays and Dateko's giant blockers stopping all the spikes from his tosses.

Success, for a while at least. He bent his knee and placed it on Hinata's back pushing down slightly. Hinata shuddered at the strong force pushing him down and slapped the floor with his palm letting out something that resembled a pained moan.

"Not so hard, Bakageyamaaa!" Kageyama snapped out of it, realising that thinking about annoying things made him use too much force against Hinata's smaller body. As he let go, Hinata collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. His shirt lifted up slightly revealing the small of his back glistening with sweat.

"Sorry" he whispered, "I'll be right back" he added and ran towards the bathroom, much to Hinata's dumbfounded gaze.

Kageyama went inside a bathroom stall and slammed himself into the wall. His breath was erratic, panting, shivering, sweating hair sticking to his face.

That was close. Damn, why do I feel so hot? He thought, feeling the waistband of his pants strangle him. Images of Hinata's skin under his own shirt flashed before his eyes. Instinctively he loosened his shorts and shoved his hand inside.

When did it- Kageyama gripped his cock and threw his head against the wall. He closed his eyes, to picture everything more clearly now. With the other hand he pulled down his shorts and boxers and started thrusting into his fist. He imagined Hinata's neck at first and his hands tracing every outline, sweet kisses and small bites, and his how soft his skin would be. He tried to remember how he felt earlier when he touched his shoulders, how hot and smooth his skin felt under his fingers. He imagined pinning him against the wall and running his fingers through his body, exploring every part and pushing every button that Hinata liked. What would Hinata like? He thrust in his hand over and over, in the same rhythm as his hands ran over Hinata's body in his head. Suddenly, imagination Hinata would reach out, with his tiny arms – tiny only as seen from under Kageyama's big shirt – wanting to touch him back and how exhilarated he would feel if Hinata felt the same. He pictured Hinata reaching for his cock, and thrusting in his hands and his heart skipped a few beats. He wondered how his hands would feel on him and how it would feel like to kiss him, to touch his soft lips and lick inside his mouth. At the final thought his own hand sped up alarmingly fast and he covered his mouth with his other hand to muffle the cries, as he came shooting the air violently. Hinata's name was the only word that made sense in his head, chanting it in his mind -Shouyou- over and over like a mantra, until he finished.

Reality hit him hard as his eyes flung open and saw where he was and what just happened. Fuck his hand was still on covering his mouth fuck what if he found me. He crouched down and he was calmer now, at least his erection was no longer a problem, but his heart wouldn't stop racing. Because what if Hinata found him, what would he think of him, how would he be able to explain this? He never considered Hinata might feel the same, not even in his wildest dreams. He thought this was something he must bear alone.

He tried to convince himself that boys did this all the time, as he overheard his classmates, that it was normal to release the tension this way – probably not *think-of-your-teammate's-body-in-your-shirt" normal, but still. Then again, Kageyama was no ordinary boy and their time alone to practice wasn't an ordinary time for this.

He went back to the gym and Hinata was already serving at the wall, clumsy jump serves. The adorable sight of Hinata failing his jumps and falling on his butt, stumbling in his shirt, made Kageyama even calmer.

"What are you doing dumbass?"

"What's it look like I'm doing? I want to hit an awesome serve. You were gone a while. Where did you even go?"

"Bathroom dumbass. C'mon I'll set for you."

Back to normal Kageyama thought, the normal they both knew so well. Hinata threw the ball on top of his setter's head, Kageyama moved under it and tossed it fast making it spin in mid-air. Hinata jumped and spiked it on the far edge of the court. Kageyama watched every movement and every muscle in Hinata's body move. His favourite part, aside from his thighs, was his smile, that beamed the light of the entire sun, each time Kageyama set for him.

"Amazing like always. We're so amazing together." Hinata beamed. "Once more!" and Hinata ran back towards the back line of the court.

Kageyama smiled as well, a tiny smile kept only for himself, when Hinata emphasized that word. He wished Hinata accepted all of him and that these feelings weren't one-sided. For the longest time he was content with Hinata accepting him as a rival and a friend and as someone that could finally catch up to him.

I need to tell him. His face turned to a deadly glare, but his cheeks betrayed him blushing slightly.

"Oi! What's with that face, Kageyama!"

"'s nothing. Throw the ball already."

During the whole 3 hours of practice together he thought of ways he could confess, in a way that's not to cheesy - since the concept of romance escaped him entirely, and not to forceful - as it could push him away and losing him was not an option.

"Yuss! I got it." He finally made up his mind as their time together drew to a close and their teammates started running inside the gym.