The pains plagues him again the next few afternoons between classes. Kageyama wonders who exactly he pissed off to be in this much pain. He tried changing his diet, resting more to varying his stretching routine before volleyball practice. He tried everything short of voodoo and miracles.
He sees Hinata's bright smile from across the hallway, remembering his offer. Another shock of pain attacks him, stripping him of his pride for long enough to approach Hinata as he had finished his conversation.
"Hey Kageyama!" Hinata states, hesitantly cheery. Words fail Kageyama because Hinata usually approaches Kageyama, not the other way around.
"Are you ok?" Hinata asks; Kageyama nods vigorously, gesticulating wildly.
"Oh! Are we playing charades? This'll be fun! How many words?"
"No, dumbass! I'm here to take you up on your offer." Hinata wracked his brain, then he had a eureka moment.
"Yeah right! When you were acting a different kind of strange a couple of days ago. You're not dying right?"
"Why would I go to you if I were dying?"
"...Because Sugawara isn't around?"
"Shut up," Hinata did so. Kageyama cleared his throat, "that's not why I'm here to talk with you." This would be the hardest statement he ever have to push out of his mouth, "I need some of your...attention." Kageyama blushed. His heart raced faster for every second of silence.
"What could you possibly ask me?" Hinata exclaimed. Kageyama's embarrassment levels rose to insurmountable levels.
"I'm growing..."
"I've noticed! Are you past six feet yet? I wish I could trade heights with you! I've been the same height since I was eleven," Hinata rambled.
"Just about," Kageyama gloated briefly. The jealous awe in Hinata's voice made the embarrassment worth it.
"What do you need from me? Clearly I'm not the right person to ask about growing..." Hinata says with a laugh that might've come off as forced or spiteful had he been anyone else. His exaggerated motions of contorting his body to reach Kageyama's eyes brought a grudging smile.
"A shoulder massage would be nice," Kageyama explains, his body tensing. The look of positive glee Hinata gives Kageyama is infectious. Kageyama can't help but smile as Hinata's hand enfolds his own; the cadence of Hinata's voice as he babbles in that annoyingly adorable way sounds calming, not irritating. They even walk in sync. Before he knows it, he's in the gym, sitting on the bleachers in front of Hinata. These hands on his shoulders are soothing. They travel down his back in a way that makes Kageyama moan inappropriately.
"You're having a good time, aren't you?" Hinata asks huskily. Brown eyes meet blue.
"...Yes. Thanks," Kageyama admits. Hinata stretches into a kiss, a simple action without fanfare. Kageyama's heart races with joy. Hinata climbs closer to Kageyama, hands roaming as their kisses grow more fervent, more passionate. The pain goes away.