Summary: This is their mania –their obsession, their enthusiasm, their craving. Nothing and no one can stop them, not even themselves. Not that they really want to stop, that is. Warnings: KXH, lemons, limes, non-connecting stories, occasional AUs, and trans situations.
Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu. This is my first story for it. I'm doing this for you Little Fangirl1! Happy Birthday!
"Mania"
Defined as "an excessive enthusiasm or desire; an obsession", synonyms for include: "obsession, compulsion, fixation, fetish, fascination, preoccupation, infatuation, passion, enthusiasm, desire, urge, and craving."
Fascination
It was always easy to find Hinata. With bright, and natural, orange hair in the middle of Japan gave Kageyama a one-in-three chance of finding him… well, literally anywhere.
And yet, since they meet, and even more so since they've started dating, it has always been Hinata who found him in a crowd. And considering the shrimp hasn't a centimeter since… forever, now that he thinks about it, the situation was both impressive and irritating.
So… "Hey Hinata?"
One evening in the late summer after a long practice with the two resting in their share college dorm…
"Yes Tobio?"
Ignoring the large and deeply red blush crossing his cheeks –damn the little minx always calling him by his first name since they agreed it was okay –he continued on: "How can you always find me. I mean –in the crowd and whatever…"
"Oh!" Hinata giggles. "That's super easy –your shoulders."
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…
…What?
Shooting up from, super-nice-comfortable, bed they were laying on top of Kageyama heads for their, tiny, shared bath and pulling off his shirt looks at himself in the mirror.
What shoulders?
"You don't see it?" Hinata giggles as he leans outside the bathroom looking at his long-time boyfriend like an ocelot reading to pounce. Stepping forward, and-or cornering his prey, Hinata runs his hands lightly up Kageyama's arms tracing each muscle until –he saw it.
How does he go for over twenty-years without ever noticing something so important about his own body!
There hovering in the mirror is both of Hinata's hands sitting with the fingers straight out towards the mirror drawing his attention to them –and his uneven shoulders. Although not visible from a distance, and not even up close unless you are looking specifically for it, his left shoulder was just a centimeter, maybe even two, shorter than his right.
…
…
…Wait?
"Is that why you've always placed bite marks, hickeys, and bruises on my left shoulder!"
Hinata just giggled and turns a shade of blush not too far off from his hair.
AN: I forgot that today was the 21st… but I remembered to upload today. Also –there's only two more uploads before this is complete! It's been almost a year!
