i invented a time machine and went back 300yrs in time to post this chapter sooner

Kageyama wasn't sure if he would ever get tired of watching Hinata play video games, especially when he was still wedged between his arm and his hip, jostling and bouncing like an overactive child rather than the injured teenage boy he was supposed to be. Hinata leaned forward towards the television screen as the final few seconds counted down on his match, and Kageyama tugged at his collar, releasing his breath slowly. His eyes wandered up Hinata's back, noticing he was also overheating in their position; the collar of his shirt was damp. He wondered why Hinata hadn't made him move yet, but was ushered away from the thought as Hinata collapsed backwards onto Kageyama's arm, fist and controller aloft as he celebrated yet another victory.

"Yes!" Kageyama grunted in surprise but readjusted quickly to Hinata's weight. "Third win in a row, did you see, Kageyama?" he nodded, though he really hadn't been paying all that much attention to the screen. Hinata beamed anyway, wiggling in closer to his friend's body and sighing in content.

"Are you, like," Kageyama coughed. "Are you hungry for real yet-I mean it's getting late, after all," he pointed towards the window where the sun was dipping below the horizon.

"Oh! I almost forgot, yeah," Hinata shrugged and laughed at his own habit of being easily distracted. He started to turn the game off. "I can cook, if you bring me downstairs-"

"No!" Kageyama cut him off quickly with a shake of his head. "You stay here, I'll do it." Hinata blinked, taken aback, then giggled.

"You're gonna cook dinner? Without being hit? I'm starting to think you might like taking care of me!" he grinned, and Kageyama blew out a frustrated puff of air as he scooted off the bed and away from Hinata.

"Obviously not, idiot!" he spluttered. "I just don't want to get food poisoning from whatever crap you would make!"

"How rude!" Hinata pouted mockingly before another fit of giggles cracked his facade. He had missed Kageyama's insults for the past few hours. He had to admit that Kageyama's fascination with the game did seem a bit off, no one really found squids interesting enough to stare at them for as long as he had been playing. "You're the one missing out, though, I'm an amazing cook, for your information." Kageyama didn't answer, just stomped down the stairs and left Hinata to his game.

"Why did I do that?" Kageyama muttered under his breath in the kitchen. Hadn't he been perfectly comfortable sharing Hinata's bed with him? And why was this the alternative he had assigned himself to? If he thought Hinata couldn't cook, then he certainly couldn't. He growled at his own stupidity and wrenched the refrigerator open to gather ingredients for the one thing he knew he could make without hurting himself, too. As he reached inside, he began to wonder what Hinata might have made.

"Dinner," Kageyama mumbled gruffly as he slid a plate of food onto Hinata's lap. While he was downstairs, the game console had been switched off and some cheesy animated movie that had been playing on cable was creating a comfortable background noise. Hinata glanced down at the plate and picked up the fork lodged underneath two twin pieces of toast and their accompanying fried egg. If he was surprised, it didn't show on his face, and Kageyama was grateful. Talking with Hinata right now was something he didn't really want to do, and he knew that if a face had been made or a tongue stuck out he would have to defend his breakfast-for-dinner. Before his luck ran out, he shoveled a bite of egg in his mouth and ripped his bread in half to soak up the yolk that was expanding across his plate. Hinata watched his hands for a moment before turning back to his own lap.

"Thank you for the food," he smiled, and Kageyama jumped, startled, before nodding hastily in return, egg starting to dribble down his chin. Hinata chuckled inwardly and brought a piece of white up to his mouth, crunching down on the browned edges. Kageyama winced when he heard the sound, and Hinata noticed that his own egg was in much better condition than Kageyama's had ever been. He snorted through his nose as he swallowed.

"Did you give me the good egg?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his wrist.

"What do you mean, good egg? They're both perfectly fine!" Kageyama whined defensively, though it was obvious he was trying his best to sound like he didn't care.

"You did! You're never supposed to give the other person the good egg, dummy," he rolled his eyes as Kageyama wracked his brain for some such rule of etiquette. "Thanks, though," he scooped up the rest of the egg as it began to fall apart, dropping it on his bread and taking a big bite to prove that he really did like it. He held his palm under his chin to catch drips as he slurped.

"Gross," Kageyama muttered and continued to make a similarly sloppy mess of his own meal.

"It's kind of late, isn't it?" Hinata muffled a yawn with his wrist, passing it off as a cough. "I mean, I'm not tired, but we can go to bed if you want," he glanced upwards to Kageyama hopefully, catching his eyes in the dark. He wasn't struggling to keep his eyes open, he had the same expression as that afternoon when they had eaten lunch together. Hinata thanked his lucky stars when he silently agreed, though.

"Where are your pajamas?" he swung his legs over the side of the bed into the space he had cleared after tripping the second time.

"Bottom drawer!" Hinata sighed happily and began tugging his own shirt over his head as Kageyama kneeled and tossed him a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, tossing them blindly like he had in the locker room. This time, Hinata caught the bundle, though, and replaced his shirt quickly.

"Do you need help again?" Kageyama asked quietly after a moment of pause, watching Hinata stare at his pants with a tad of contempt.

"Yeah," he nodded shamefully, unbuttoning his jeans as Kageyama sat back down on the bed and pulled him onto his lap for the second time. "Sorry."

"No, no," Kageyama groaned, lolling his head back as he searched for words. "Don't say that, I mean, it's my fault you got hurt in the first place," he quickly began to shake Hinata's jeans from his legs as a distraction.

"It's not! I was the one bothering you!" Hinata protested Kageyama's droopy expression.

"I was trying to make you mad by not letting you drink, though," he rebutted, determined that the blame fell on only his shoulders.

"But I took your bottle, and who wouldn't get mad at that?" Hinata chuckled in the best lighthearted voice he could muster, grabbing onto Kageyama's wrist as he nearly toppled to the floor because neither of them were paying proper attention.

"Plenty of people!" Kageyama shouted, then crumpled. "Sorry, sorry." Hinata glanced up from his lap to his expression, he certainly looked tired now.

"You don't have to be sorry, I'm kind of used to you yelling at me," he squeezed Kageyama's wrist gently, kicking his jeans off his ankles and to the floor and reaching for his pajama pants. Kageyama grabbed them from him and threaded his legs through before speaking again.

"I'm not really yelling at you, I'm just..." he sighed and lifted Hinata back down onto the bed. "I swear I'm not mad, or anything." he finished lamely, scrunching his eyebrows as he searched for a way to continue.

"You're just loud?" Hinata offers, crawling back to his comfortable position on the bed, propped between two stacks of pillows.

"I guess so? I don't know," Kageyama stood and moved towards the door, flicking off the light. "Just forget it. Sleep good."

"Wait, where are you going?" Hinata demanded, sitting up.

"Downstairs, to sleep on the couch."

"No way! There aren't even any pillows on it now!"

"Whose fault is that?" Kageyama grimaced in the slivers of light leaking in through the blinds on Hinata's window.

"Mine! So you can sleep up here with me."

waah scandalous

im actually very impressed with myself i wrote this almost completely during class time when i was supposed to be studying for finals and before bed when i was also supposed to be studying for finals.