Hinata liked observing Kageyama. Not obviously staring, but stealing glances from the corner of his eye every now and then when the other wasn't looking. It was strange how different he seemed at those times from how he acted in front of everyone else. His features softened, expressions becoming brighter and more honest, and Hinata found himself endlessly drawn to it.
He was forever amused by Kageyama's pointless struggle to keep cool. He always tried to be serious, but the times when he smiled made Hinata's heart skip a beat. They were in the early stages of the relationship, shared only a few kisses and tentative touches. It was always Kageyama who shied away from anything more, and got flustered with every kiss. That somehow pulled on Hinata's nerves, but he reminded himself over and over again not to push the other. And usually his efforts paid off, with rare, true smiles and sometimes even the most adorable pink blushes. He didn't know why the other tried to hide it, but he loved the moments Kageyama simply let everything go. Moments like this.
They won against Abajousai for the first time ever. What seemed to be impossible, did happen, they made it happen. Hinata was screaming in joy and happiness with a huge grin plastered on his face, while Tanaka repeatedly patted his back, laughing along. And yet it took only one glance at Kageyama, who was standing alone, looking at his hand with unreadable expression, to get him moving. He jumped on the unsuspecting teen, nearly toppling them both over.
'We won, Kageyama!' he screamed, hugging the other by the shoulders. 'We did it, we won!'
'Yeah, we did…' slightly dazed dark eyes looked at him, and a smile that took Hinata's breath away appeared on Kageyama's face. 'We won.'
It was so beautiful, as always, the way his lips quirked up, the flash of his teeth, the frown between his eyebrows disappearing, the light entering his eyes, there was nothing Hinata loved more. The warm feeling spreading over his heart was enough to make him lean forward and place a sweet, chaste kiss on Kageyama's lips. It was quick, a peck only, but the blush rising onto the other's cheeks pulled his heart into uneven staccato.
Kageyama didn't know this, and it was probably a good thing he didn't, but Hinata would do anything to keep this expression on his face. Because that bright smile, that rosy blush, that shadow of irritation hiding in the corner of his mouth was true Kageyama. And he loved every bit of him.