Hinata sat himself next to Kageyama on the bus after a particularly difficult practice match. The entire team was drained, and the powerhouse duo was no exception. Hinata's head lolled against the back of his seat and Kageyama's cheek was pressed to the window. Hinata and Kageyama shared earbuds and every once in a while they would lazily argue about the song that was playing.

Hinata's arm was draped over the iPod between them, which was nearly underneath Kageyama's thigh. Kageyama didn't seem to notice, however, and he kept staring sleepily out the window.

Kageyama's lazy manner immediately changed when his favorite song came on. Hinata perked up as well and nudged Kageyama. "This is my favorite song," they said simultaneously, both with innocently happy expressions on their faces. Hinata blushed first; there was something about Kageyama's innocent, wispy expression that made him melt. Kageyama smiled, which was rare, and for once it didn't look creepy.

"You have good taste," Kageyama muttered, letting his smile fade away as he returned his gaze to the window.

Hinata stared down at his hands. Now that they had been on the team for a couple months, Hinata was noticing weird things about himself. For one, he was less and less interested in receiving confessions from the girls around campus. He didn't pay as much attention to them like his mother always claimed he did in grade school. He half-wondered if he was sick, and he even went so far as to check his temperature, but physically he was in top shape.

Hinata thought about asking Kageyama about it, but Kageyama got embarrassed by even the simplest things, such as touching hands or sitting close together (with the exception of sharing ear buds, because Kageyama always seemed to wear his out). Hinata could barely talk about his home life without saying something that would embarrass his teammate. Kageyama would always say their relationship was strictly through school and that they shouldn't make it something more.

Which, secretly, that always confused Hinata. Especially since Hinata spent so much time at Kageyama's house.

Kageyama glanced over at his teammate. Usually Hinata was drooling on his shoulder by now. He noticed the boy was deep in thought and gave him a soft shake. "Oi, Hinata, what's going on in that mind of yours?"

Hinata looked back at Kageyama. He looked genuinely concerned; his damp hair swept away from his face, his eyes wide and imploring, his lips slightly pursed. "I'm alright," Hinata said hazily after a few seconds. "Just thinking."

"About?" Kageyama pushed the topic. The rest of their teammates were asleep since the bus trip would be another hour, so the two tried to keep their voices down.

"Just our relationship," Hinata shrugged. Kageyama blushed brightly and Hinata wondered what he'd said to set him off this time.

"We don't have a relationship," Kageyama said coldly. "We're just teammates."

"But we hang out like friends do," Hinata challenged.

"We aren't friends," Kageyama grumbled. "We're rivals."

That night, Hinata stared at his ceiling trying to will sleep to come to him, but that wasn't working. His conversation with Kageyama kept replaying in his mind. Sure, he saw Kageyama as a rival when they played against each other in practice scrimmages, but did Kageyama really still see them as rivals? Enemies, even?

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating underneath his pillow.

It was Kageyama.

Hinata answered the phone, voice hushed since it was so late. "Hello?"

"D-dumbass, you weren't supposed to answer!" Kageyama's voice was just as hushed as Hinata's, but more frantic.

"What's wrong?" Hinata asked. He rarely heard Kageyama frantic unless he was stressing about school work or trying to push himself to beat Hinata in a race.

"N-nothing!...dumbass!" he added for good measure.

"Then why do you sound so nervous?"

"You scared me, is all," Kageyama sighed. "I didn't expect you to be awake, too."

"Well I am," Hinata mumbled, twirling his hair around his finger absently. "So what's up?"

"I'm suh...sor...sorry," Kageyama muttered. Hinata stifled a laugh. "Don't laugh at me!"

"S-sorry, you're just so funny when you're trying to apologize," Hinata giggled. "But what are you apologizing for?"

"I, uh. I don't know, really."

"That's a lie," Hinata stated bluntly.

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Shouyou, go to bed!" Hinata heard Natsu call from the next room over. He sighed and brought his voice to a whisper while Kageyama took his turn to laugh.

"Busted, Hinata," he muttered.

"Shut up," Hinata blushed in embarrassment.

"I should probably get to bed soon," Kageyama grumbled.

"Yeah, me too," Hinata whispered sheepishly. "Goodnight, Kageyama."

"Goodnight, Hinata."

"No fair, you tripped me!"

"You fell on your own, dumbass! What's that make the score, thirty to twenty-nine?"

"I'll get you back for this!"

Hinata and Kageyama walked side by side, bickering as usual, when Hinata spotted a girl peeking around the corner. She looked a little nervous. She was cute, and Hinata recognized her from his class, but she didn't seem like the nervous type. When they turned down the hall on their way to the courtyard for lunch, the girl stopped Kageyama in his tracks.

"I, uh," the girl was blushing brightly. She was acting as if Hinata wasn't even there, which made his blood boil.

Surely it wasn't the fact that this girl had just made a confession to Kageyama (which he didn't hear much of, since he was angrily monologuing about the girl in his head). Kageyama stood there, dumbfounded. Hinata frowned at this. He knew Kageyama was bad with physical confrontation, but this boy needed genuine saving.

"Um," Hinata spoke up. He finally got the girl's attention. "Kageyama has a girlfriend."

"Do you?" the girl asked Kageyama hopelessly. Kageyama gave Hinata a small smile of thanks and nodded his head.

"It's pretty serious," he mumbled, looking down at his feet.

"Oh, well I feel silly," the girl stared at her shoes. "I'm so sorry."

Both of them watched the girl run off towards presumably a group of her friends. Kageyama clapped a hand on Hinata's shoulder. "Thank you," he mumbled. His voice was breathy and Hinata began to wonder if Kageyama had been holding his breath.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Hinata asked, slightly bitter. "I mean, she's pretty. She's smart. She looks nice," Hinata's voice got increasingly angrier. "Why are you such a dumbass?"

"Hinata, I-"

"I'm gonna go see if Suga san will help me practice," Hinata muttered, storming off in a fit of rage. Kageyama watched him go, confused and a little angry as well.

"Suga san," Hinata grasped his knees, breathing heavily. He had sprinted all the way across the courtyard to find Suga. When he finally did, he didn't know what to say.

"Did I just see Kageyama get confessed to?" Suga asked curiously, which made Hinata madder.

"Does everyone freaking know?!"

"Whoa, Hinata, what's wrong?" Suga patted the spot next to him under the tree he was sitting under. Hinata graciously took a seat.

"What do you do if your closest friend makes you feel like-GWAH?" Hinata asked desperately.

"Explain," Suga replied, completely confused on what 'gwah' meant.

"Like, Kageyama's so cool and awkward but in a good way and-" Hinata stopped in his tracks. "Am I gay?"

"Would it be a problem if you were?" Suga responded casually.

"Kageyama can't even talk to me about what goes on at my house! What if he found out?"

"Hinata," Suga sighed. "Hinata," he repeated, "have you ever thought like this before?"

"I mean, not really, but..."

"But what?"

"Can we practice together later? Just the two of us?"

Suga nodded solemnly and smiled warmly. "Of course, Hinata."

"Great!" Hinata pushed himself to his feet. He looked slightly pale and nervous, but still he ran across the courtyard in the direction of his classroom.