"Earth to Kageyama," Hinata waved his hand in front of Kageyama's face. Kageyama glared at his partner; admittedly, though, he had been pretty deep in his thoughts. He kept imagining sharing a bed with Hinata, curling his body around his teammate's since he was so small...

"Oi!"

"Sorry," Kageyama mumbled, his cheeks redder than the hoodie he was wearing. He stared at the television. His Mii was standing patiently, waiting to bowl, and the remote was in his hand, but he didn't quite remember how he and Hinata got to this point. Still, he rose from his spot on the couch, swinging the remote half-assedly and getting another split. He groaned as his partner snickered at him, then shot another evil glare over his shoulder. He was always more competitive when they played sports against each other.

"Ya know, your glare could probably kill a child," Hinata mumbled somewhat under his breath. Kageyama still heard him and there was practically fire in the glare he sent his partner next. It sent shivers down Hinata's spine.

After Kageyama completely missed both pins of the split, Hinata stood up and began making severe adjustments on where he was throwing his digital bowling ball. Finally, he swung the remote, and to neither of their surprise, he threw another strike. Several annoying adjustments later and Hinata had shot a perfect game.

A pump of his fist in the air in victory made Kageyama even madder. They decided to start keeping a tally of the video games they played and who won what. Using an old white board that Kageyama stashed behind his television, they were able to determine that even in digital competitions, they were nearly evenly matched (though this victory put Hinata ahead by one).

"Hey, Kageyama," Hinata mumbled, "let's watch a movie now."

"I have to beat you back at something!" Kageyama denied.

Hinata puffed out his lip in a pout. "Just let me be ahead. I'm tired of Wii Sports."

"Wii Sports Resort?"

"Kageyama!"

"Fine," Kageyama scoffed. He wondered why he could so easily bend to his partner's will. The suggestion of another game was half-assed and he truly knew it. There was no way he would deny the boy a movie, because it meant dark rooms and perhaps cuddling and what if we watched a scary movie? Hinata would practically be in my-

Kageyama froze. Is this why Hinata had distanced himself? Because he'd caught on to Kageyama's feelings? Panic overtook him, and his partner noticed, because there was a small calloused hand on his shoulder just seconds after his mind had taken off down that dangerous line of thinking.

"Kageyama."

The boy in question's cheeks lit up. He looked away from his partner. "W-what?"

"You're so tense," Hinata whined. "I can give you a massage, if you need. It might help if you've got sore muscles or something."

Kageyama didn't have the energy to deny the boy. Hinata beamed brightly; though he would never tell his partner, Hinata simply wanted a reason to touch those broad shoulders of his.

What am I thinking?! Hinata thought to himself. I can't go getting all weird right now! I'm spending the night here!

"I'll go make some popcorn, you pick out a movie," Kageyama said, completely unaware of the dilemma his partner was having.

As soon as Kageyama stepped into the kitchen, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The need he felt to be close to Hinata was stronger than ever. He had really hoped that by now his crush on his partner would be gone, especially since he'd had that month where Hinata avoided him to sort things through, and he still wasn't even sure why Hinata was avoiding him.

"Kags!" Hinata called into the kitchen. The nickname made his heart skip a beat. "I picked one, did you get the popcorn started yet?"

"N-not yet!" Kageyama tried extremely hard not to stutter over his words, but to no avail. He tried to calm his pounding heart while the popcorn cooked. Meanwhile, he heard Hinata put in a movie and the beginning credits start rolling. Usually Kageyama would watch movies with his mother on weekends, so he could almost instantly recognize which movie was in, but not this time.

The microwave beeped and Kageyama pulled the popcorn out. He grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and poured an even amount in each, then took his time returning to the living room. His heart was still racing, albeit not as fast as before. The lights were already off and Hinata was patiently waiting on the couch, knees spread slightly so Kageyama could sit between his legs.

Kageyama shuffled across the room and set the bowl for Hinata next to him on the couch. He cradled his own bowl and watched the previews start while Hinata's hands gingerly rested on his shoulders. "Erm, Kageyama," Hinata mumbled.

"Yeah?" Kageyama asked. He could almost hear the blush in his partner's voice.

"Can you take your shirt off?"

"It's cold in here though," Kageyama muttered, realizing why he had noticed a blush in his partner's voice. Sure, he knew that a massage was better when it was skin on skin, but that didn't mean he wasn't insecure.

"Kags," Hinata used the nickname again. "Do you wanna experience the magic or not?"

The bluntness of Hinata's statement would have made Kageyama laugh if not for his slight mental freak out because Hinata called him Kags again. He slipped his shirt off wordlessly and tossed it aside. Hinata clapped his hands together softly. "Lotion?" he asked innocently, and Kageyama pointed to the bathroom down the hall.

Hinata hopped up, ran into the bathroom, and returned moments later with said lotion. He sat himself back down on the couch just as the beginning credits ended and the title screen popped up for the movie Hinata had chosen.

"Good God," Kageyama sighed.

"What? It's a good movie! And it's about teamwork!" Hinata sneered.

On the screen, the Pitch Perfect title song was playing rather loudly despite how late it was at night. Hinata picked the movie to get on Kageyama's nerves, mainly because he'd been forced to watch it so much with his mother and Natsu. He had grown to rather like the movie because he didn't have any other choice.

Kageyama hit play and Hinata got some lotion in his hands and got to work.

During the movie, a couple of lewd noises erupted from Kageyama's lips while Hinata rubbed his back. He prayed his partner didn't hear; each time he would throw a hand over his mouth and blush bright red. Hinata never commented on it (but the sneaky bastard always remembered which spots elicted which noises).

"How does that feel?" Hinata whispered in Kageyama's ear after he was done. Kageyama, being the pervert he is, took it the exact wrong way. Hinata realized what he'd said and blushed as well, shaking his hands and head at the confusion. "I-I mean, was it good? How's your back feeling?!"

"I-it feels fine!" Kageyama replied, a little louder than intended due to his nervousness.

"I'm glad, then!" Hinata grinned. He moved over and patted the couch so Kageyama could sit next to him. Kageyama slumped onto the couch and leaned into it. Hinata was right; his fingers did work magic. He felt amazing. Of course, he would never admit that to Hinata.

After the first Pitch Perfect, Hinata dug around for the sequel. Having succeeded in finding it, he put that one in as well. However, the two were already beginning to feel the fatigue of their video game endeavors halfway through the first film and fell asleep, Hinata leaning on Kageyama, not even twenty minutes in.

Kageyama woke up first. He was somewhat trained to wake up to the smell of his mother cooking breakfast. He smelled pancakes and syrup and could hear his mother chopping fruits. He sat up, rubbing his eye groggily, and his mother chuckled and shook her head. "Good morning, Tobi. Sleep well?"

It was then that Kageyama noticed the slightly heavy weight on him-and it wasn't sleep. He looked down at his legs where Hinata's head rested on his calves. He looked like such an angel when he slept-his hair perfectly falling around his face, his lips slightly parted, what he would do to kiss that sleeping beauty awake...

"Hm?" Kageyama remembered he hadn't replied to his mother. She just laughed and flipped pancakes onto a plate.

"I've got an early business meeting today, but I'll be home around four," she said, waltzing over to Kageyama and pressing a kiss to his forehead. She ruffled Hinata's hair, making him stir but not fully wake up. "Hinata can stay as long as he likes." Even though the boy was still asleep, she dropped her voice to a whisper. "Tobi, his home life doesn't sound too good right now, can you look out for him please? I'm going to talk to his mother about him spending the night more often."

It was a lot for Kageyama to take in at nine in the morning on a weekend. Still, he assumed he caught all the important stuff. He nodded groggily and his mother smiled warmly in response. "I'll see you tonight." With that, his mother was out the door, and the two had the house to themselves.

Kageyama gently shook his partner. "Oi," he murmured gently. Hinata mumbled something, stirring in his sleep. Kageyama shook him a little harder. "Hinata."

"Five more minutes," Hinata mumbled.

Kageyama sighed.

"Hina, I'm totally going to deflate your favorite volleyball if you don't get up."

"I'M UP!" Hinata cried, sitting straight up. Kageyama smirked in victory.

"Good. My mom made us breakfast," he gestured to the two full plates of food. Hinata leapt over the back of the couch to get to said food. "She also said you're welcome to stay as long as you like," he added a little softer.

"Listen, Kags," Hinata said as he began shoveling food into his mouth, "about my da. He' a goo guy. 'Lease ca we jus for-" he swallowed- "can we just forget about last night?"

"Actually, my mom said-"

"Kageyama," Hinata said in a slightly warning tone, "it's okay."

Kageyama didn't bring it up again, and after they'd eaten and cleaned up they were back to practicing their freak quick.