Chapter Twenty
He's excited for the game against Kuroo, really, really excited. For no reason other than he'll be playing volleyball, the possibility of having Kenma on his side of the court only heightens his enthusiasm. "Shouyou, you're shaking." Of course he's shaking, why wouldn't he be, The game is tomorrow and you're not helping me train! He strains his legs until they stop vibrating against Kenma's, "Sorry." He adds as an afterthought, settling back into the nook between Kenma's chin and shoulder.
"It's fine." Kenma's distracted, more than usual, by the game in his hand. He's not sure what the older boy is playing, too scared to look at Kenma's screen without the anticipation of blood and guys flying from the handheld. He's playing Animal Crossing, like he does every morning, it's kind of relaxing, even if it shouldn't be. Nobody should have this much power over animals. He thinks it, but Kenma's laughing under him so he must have thought it aloud. Stupid pills. He mutters, making sure his lips don't move with his thoughts.
He meets another cat in his town, he's green and his name is Asekusa, he thought that Asekusa was ugly at first, but once they started talking he noticed that Asekusa goes "Gwaaah!" and he was determined to keep the sickly looking cat in his town forever. Kenma snorted over his shoulder as he pushed Kageyama-cat and Asekusa to stand next to each other. They both yell at him for pushing them and then they start yelling at each other and he's left very confused with a couple of virtual cats that resemble Kageyama and him a little too closely.
They get out of bed when Kenma notices that he's shut his game, brushing their teeth in the same sink and gurgling mouthwash at the same time. It's nice, comfortable. He walks on his instep because Kenma tells him it works the calve muscles, he doesn't know otherwise, but he's pretty sure Kenma was messing with him. But it's also nice, he's always eye level with the older boy like this, perfect for planting kisses on the older boy's face when he's thinking too hard about too little.
He doesn't remember breakfast, but Kenma tells him that he has rice on his face, so they must have eaten at some point between getting up from bed and returning to it. "Can you clean it off?" He asks, knowing that he'd want to do it for the older boy if the situations were reversed. He flinches away when Kenma's fingers slide into his vision, he gets an eyebrow raise at that. He scoffs, "With a kiss, dummy-Kenma." He whines, offering his dirty cheek to the other boy.
He can hear Kenma sigh, but doesn't dwell on it when he feels the older boy's lips against his face. He squirms when Kenma's tongue darts out to clean his cheek, the older boy pulls back too soon and he smiles up at Kenma. "All clean?" Kenma hums in thought, those cat-like eyes scan over his face and he's startled when they darken suddenly. He wonders what it means for a small eternity until Kenma swoops in again, pressing at his lips with a tongue that tastes like eggs and rice.
He tries to keep remain silent as Kenma's tongue pushes into his mouth, the uncomfortable squelching noise their tongues make fills the room as much as it fills his boxers. Hinata whines when hands settle on his hips, since the week that they had done that, he's realized a few things: Kenma has a lot of patience, and Kenma has too much internet time. He's terrified of both of those things, the things that Kenma does to him every time they're alone.
How can scared be good? He wonders each time Kenma looks at him like he is right now, like he might eat him. He swallows, stutters out the older boy's name but Kenma isn't listening for anything but his cries for more. He's staring down into endlessly blond hair as his hips are bitten into, he wonders if biting until you're bruised is considered unconventional sexual practice. Wonders when he starting calling their relationship sexual, nothing about him is sexually attractive, unlike Kenma, who's filled out and warm with spanning limbs and burning arousal.
He feels fuzzy when he thinks about how he makes Kenma aroused, like he's taken another pair of pills that sends his head spinning and leaves him gasping. He's not allowed to touch Kenma's hair while he's exposed like this, he's not sure why but Kenma's darkened eyes prevent him from asking. It's equally disgusting and beautiful when Kenma's mouth sucks him in, feels his spine tingling until his thighs are threatening to clamp down on Kenma's head. He tries not to think about the fluids that have come out of him and focuses on the kind that the older boy is sucking out of him.
He groans loudly when Kenma's tongue flicks around his tip, teasing him, looks down and into those golden eyes that stare at him taunting as they are challenging. "Kenma!" He whines, his fists balling up as he restrains himself from reaching out to the older boy. "P-please-" He pants out, keening as Kenma's tongue laps at him again. "Please what, Shouyou-chan?" The older boy asks, sounding too casual when he's doing that. He swallows, the veins in his neck straining with his spine, pushing himself out for more.
"I-I-" He can't finish what he's saying, heat tugging at his ears and cheeks. So embarrassing, he realizes, watching his legs squirm around Kenma's shoulders. "Kenma-" He gasps out, because Kenma knows what he wants -what he needs- and knows how to give it to him. So why doesn't he? "Kenma!" He whines out when the older boy does nothing but stare at him. "I-I need you to-" His mouth clamps closed, teeth tugging at already swollen lips.
"Tell me what you need, Shouyou-chan." Kenma's voice is in that tone, low, almost a growl, makes his toes clench for reasons he can't name. The tongue laps, not there, but lower, and lower, into less sensitive areas but he's moaning because it's still new to the feeling, and each touch is a spark from Kenma. "I need you- I need-" He's interrupted by Kenma's mouth, sucking on his balls, he didn't know those could feel that good. But, "God-" He sobs out, scratching at his own arms because he can't think of anything else to do with them. The dull pain contrasts too well with the pleasure that Kenma's giving to his balls.
"Do you want to finish, Shouyou-chan?" Kenma taunts, his tongue pulls away, but his harsh breaths make his dick tingle. "Yes!" He calls out, back arching until he's about to lose balance. "-Please let me!" He calls out, feeling less embarrassed when Kenma says the worst part for him. "Is Shouyou a good boy?" Is whispered right onto his dick before Kenma swallows it whole, it curves and twitches, pressing into the damp, fleshy heat that is Kenma's mouth.
Kenma's long, long fingers push him back into the mattress, he's begging but they're not words, Kenma's head shifts, rotates, makes the most revolting and amazing noises he's ever heard in his entire life. "Do it, Shouyou-chan." Kenma commands quickly, then just as quickly taking him back in, his exposed tip dragging against the roof of Kenma's mouth. His entire is throbbing by the time that Kenma takes him all the way in, "Ahh-Kenma!" He gasps out, thighs crushing Kenma's shoulders as he pulses inside of the older boy. It's too much, the smooth heat that pulls him in, slick toughness that rolls around each nerve of his dick until he's screaming.
Kenma pulls off when he's collapsed, he's tired but all of his nerves are fried and random spasms course through his body. He opens his eyes after a long moment, "D-do you want me to-" His eyes glance down to the throbbing redness that dangles heavily between Kenma's thighs. The older boy shakes his head, blond hair flopping into his eyes, "I just want to look at you." He says quietly, Hinata is nodding, making a mental note to get Kenma some water, and maybe a mint, after they're done.
The older boy's back straightens slowly, until he's being towered over, Kenma's hands are quivering as he puts life into them, lifting to the arousal between his legs instead of hanging limply at his sides. "Shouyou-chan-" The older boy gasps out, staring down at him with dark, dark eyes. He feels Kenma's eyes take in all of his exposed body, feels a flush spreading across sweaty skin. He watches, rapt, as Kenma starts moving, tugging at his length with force. Hinata watches him, watches someone pleasure their body while looming over him. He looks at Kenma's body, imagines the strong muscles and sharp curves under his pajamas and squirms under him.
"Shouyou-" Kenma gasps out suddenly, the only sound before his loud pants, growing louder and faster with the speed at which the older boy strokes himself. "I'm gonna-" Watches Kenma's throat convulse and eyes close for the first time. "Finish for me, Kenma." He let's out, shocked at his forwardness and that his voice is steady. Kenma growls from above him, then lurches forward, their heads almost collide but Kenma lands on his hand before it happens. Kenma pants in his face, can taste his previous release in the air, would feel more embarrassed at that if Kenma wasn't touching himself right on top of him.
"-Fuck!" The older boy hisses, entire body shaking the bed under them, watches Kenma's hand stroke furiously through a curtain of blond hairs. He releases violently, ribbons, bright as Kenma's teeth, shoot from his pulsing member, land onto him. The trails burn into his stomach, he squirms, wanting clean it off but his nails are stuck into his arms. "Shouyou-" Kenma's panting is loud against his face, but slows quickly as the heat on his stomach cools. "You finished on me." His voice is questioning, but that's because he's curious.
"Sorry, I'll-" The other boy doesn't finish and he's about ask when a tongue laps at his stomach. Kenma's tongue is slimy against his stomach, warm and rough that sends sparks shooting into his spent member. "Ready to shower?" Kenma asks once his stomach isn't going to drip with the slightest movement. He swallows, nods, and Kenma is tugging at his hand until they're in the bathroom. "You're bleeding." He glances down, tilts his legs to see if an old scar broke open, then there's hands grasping at his arms.
There's dark half circles that arch across his biceps, small dots of blood dotting the corner of each one. He nods, they'd heal on their own, but Kenma is still holding him. "Don't hurt yourself." He's about to retort, I didn't mean to on his tongue, but he just nods under Kenma's stare. "Sorry." He mumbles, pressing himself into Kenma's now bare chest. "Can you set to me today?" He asks once they're under the spray, standing now that his legs are working. Kenma sighs into his hair, "I guess." He giggles, turns around to hug the older boy and get him excited.
Kenma's response is to pour shampoo into his hair and ignore his questions about volleyball. "Will you be on my team?" He asks once Kenma is drying his hair for him, the older boy hums softly, "I'll ask Kuroo." He's nodding, already ready to convince the Nekoma captain that a good captain wouldn't separate friends like that. He dresses in his gym clothes, balancing on his instep as he digs through his bag,not looking at the only picture he has of his baby sister, as he searches for his knee pads. They're at the bottom, and he's glad he had his priorities when he was packing. Volleyball first. He swallows.
"I have to leave soon." Three days until school starts. Time to find beat Kuroo, time to go back to Miyagi, time to look for a place to stay. Kenma's quiet for a long time, having dressed rather quickly for someone who didn't want to come, he realizes smugly. Kenma's lip, which had already been sucked and chewed until it was red, was tucked between Kenma's teeth, looking like he was going to offer again,that he come to school in Tokyo. He gave Kenma a new answer each time. Accent. Blinding teeth are distracting. Volleyball team looks at him funny. He's comforting the older boy with stupid comments and Kenma just smirks at him each time, the subject dropped but not forgotten.
"I'll call you when I'm settled- wherever." He doesn't want to stay with Suga-san, or Daichi, who offered twice when he'd been told about what happened, then offered to talk to his mother. He rejected the bed offers, telling his captain he doesn't want to smell like crops when he goes to school, ignored the last one. Suga-san texted him every few hours, and he was this close to ripping his phone in half. He had Kenma, but he supposed that Kuroo hadn't told Daichi that, so he couldn't stay mad at his senpai, even if he wanted to be.
Kageyama messaged him, asking if he knew how to stop a ball in not so many words, he had absolutely no idea, didn't respond. Grand King hadn't messaged him at all since last week when he told him that he'd been kicked out, he hopes the older boy isn't up to something. He sighs, because that is most likely the case, even if he as no idea what.
Kenma opens the gym doors, shoving his school I.D. into his pocket, another reason he could never come to Nekoma, but that's forgotten when the smell of gym hits his nose. "Let's go, Kenma!" He whoops, rushing over to a cart of balls on the edge of the court. The older boy mumbles something he doesn't hear, then sets his phone down on a bench by the door, soft music bursting out of it. He never considered Kenma the workout with music kind of guy, but he's discovered a lot about Kenma since living with him, and he cherishes each new fact closely.
"You want to get first tempo, right?" Kenma asks, almost disdainfully once he's settled in front of the net. He nods, offering the older boy a bright smile, it seems that Kenma catalogs facts about him as well. "Woo!" He chirps after spiking Kenma's first toss, not quite in first because even when he's on Kenma's side the boy is still unpredictable and hard to read. Nothing less of my rival, of course. Kenma gives him a calculating look after he lands on the ground each time, like he's never seen a spike before. He offers the older boy smiles each time those eyes happen to land on his face.
Landings need work, he noticed it almost right away, the way his knees require more coercing to straighten out after floating back down. He's pretty sure it's just from the medication and the long weeks of not moving, Kenma doesn't seem worried, so there's no reason for him to be, but he can't help but think of Grand King's injury after each jump. He's fine. It's true, he's never seen Grand King so much as limp.
It takes longer for him to break into a sweat this time, his energy coming back to him quickly once his brain realizes the court is where he's meant to be, Kenma's on the other hand- Maybe one more. He's usually the last one out of the gym, but since it's just the two of them, he can end early, just this once. "Last one!" He promises as he tosses the ball, Kenma's head nods, beads of sweat falling onto the floor, he watches the last of Kenma's energy go into the last set and he spikes it with purpose.
It's not a ball breaking Wham! or a WHAM! that echoes throughout the gym like Asahi's spike, but the sound of the ball hitting the opposite court is pleasant to his ears in a different way. Kenma and me working together. He memorizes the sound, the feel of the gym, the smell of Kenma's sweat as he hugs the taller boy, and finally the taste of his lips. They're soft and give easily, he's really worn out, he muses, feeling guilty for not stopping sooner. "You should sit down, I'll clean up!" He offers, even though he knows that Kenma was going to ditch him anyway.
Kenma blinks, then his lips tug up, "If you insist, Shouyou-chan." His face is hotter than it was just a moment ago, "R-right!" He hollers, before he starts gathering stray balls. Kenma is humming when he finds a broom, quietly sweeping up so he can listen to the older boy's almost-singing, it's husky, because that's just how Kenma's voice is, but light, like he's in a good mood despite being forced into unnecessaryexercise. He slides the broom over the half court they used, sweat and stray hairs picked up easily, then broom is put back where he found it and he's left with just Kenma.
Just Kenma. He thinks, like Kenma could ever just be something. He feels happy and stupid, I'm not a poet, he has to remind himself, because people cannot be poems. -But if they could. Kenma would be the best poem. He tugs at his sweaty bangs, he likes the black, for more reason than just like looking like The Little Giant, but because Kenma helped him do this. Even if Kuroo's crazy mother had been there. He checks his scalp for scars for a second then moves to stand in front of Kenma.
Kenma looks better with bright hair than he does, Kenma will always look better than him, no matter what, because Kenma is perfect. He gives the older boy a kiss on his head, startling him from his distracted humming. "Did I scare you, Kenma?" He asks ever so innocently, but Kenma just glares at him until it dissolves into warm eyes and an almost smile. "That was fast, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised by that." There's awe like his speed is something worth praise, he can't help the flush that melts his cheeks into a bright smile.
"I'm okay, I guess; but you're awesome like, pwaah!" He imitates Kenma's setting for him, mimicking the form and look of concentration as best he can. Kenma's not smiling though, maybe Gwaah would have been better, he ponders. "You're awesome too, Shouyou." It's said quietly, seriously, because Kenma is serious. He's never heard awesome said with that kind of tone, but now that he has, it seems like a Kenma thing to do. He smiles, "I'm gonna beat you one day, Kenma-senpai, that I swear!" And that smirk is back, he can laugh easily now.
"It won't be easy; especially during the Spring Tournament. If we play against each other, it's game over for the loser." He nods, feeling hyped even though that's not for months. "Then I'll make sure to beat you only a little." He replies, walking close to Kenma as they exit the gym doors. Kenma pauses and doesn't move, "Don't." He blinks, "Don't go easy on me-us, play to win." There's a fire in Kenma's eyes, the same one that made him decide to be rivals with the taller boy. He's stunned quiet, and nods dutifully.
"You better play to win too, Kenma!" He shouts when they're walking again, "I always play to win." A promise. He extends his fist, and Kenma bumps it easily. "Bring it on, Shouyou-chan." Kenma whispers into his brain, and it's so, so warm again. He swallows, tucks his chin into his chest because he's not blushing, doesn't even know what that words means. The walk home is relaxed, the sweat drying on his skin is comfortable in a way he never thought it would be. He'll need another shower, and he's pretty sure Kenma wouldn't mind sharing.
He's shaking but tired, which is a weird combination to wake up with, Beat Kuroo Day, he remembers instead of the actual date. Two days with Kenma. He also remembers and his face falls just a bit, he'd make the most with his time with Kenma. The older boy is sleeping peacefully next to him, his blond hair is messy and everywhere, obscuring the majority of his face. He wonders what Kenma would look like with short hair, but Kenma has a lot of face and needs a lot of hair. He can't quite picture Kenma with his natural hair color either, I need a better imagination, he decides and plays with a clump of hair that sticks up from Kenma's pillow.
He reaches past Kenma's shoulder, grabs his medication and water that Kenma always has for him, I'll have to do that on my own soon. He grumbles quietly as he swallows the pills and water together, his stomach sloshes slightly as he drains the cup. He's glad he woke up early today, he can be lucid faster, not think his every thought out loud and try to do strange things for long hours. He's practically out of it by the time Kenma wakes up, Kenma offers him the orange bottle and he almost takes another set, "I already had them." He slurs out, then a comment on Kenma's chin hair, then another on Kenma's elbow.
Kenma hands him a thing sometime later, after he's went to the bathroom, he almost spikes it against the wall before he realizes what it is. "I think Bob hates me." He mumbles, feeling upset over a virtual cat, because who wouldn't be. Kenma hums quietly, tugging at his head until he can feel Kenma's stomach under his ear. He turns the game on then, proceeding to find out that Hanna, a sassy red dog who plants mix-matched flowers, is moving out. He cries. Kenma's taking his picture, he almost spikes that too.
"Why does she have to go?" He wails quietly, choking on tears as Kenma just stares at him. "She's on to better things?" He whines, Not helpful. "What could be better than my town?" He asks, grumpy that Kenma was taking her side instead of his, "Didn't you name your town Tokyo?" He nods, "The guy asked me where I was going, so I told him. He answers, "I don't think he's ever been to Tokyo." He adds as an afterthought. Kenma laughs in agreement, "What makes you think that, Shouyou?" He nods into Kenma's stomach, "He didn't talk about the teeth." Too white. Too, too, too white. Kenma snorts, "They're not that white." He comments, he scowls, The blindness has already set in.
He gives Kenma's tummy a kiss, because his face is really, really far away. The older boy squirms so he does it again. "We have a game to win." He mumbles, but his eyes are closing. Kenma wakes him up sometime later, with more kisses, on his face instead of stomach, which is grumbling for nourishment. "I'm up and down." He grumbles, pawing at the older boy for food, but Kenma remains silent, "You mean Hungry?" He frowns, he's been speaking Japanese his entire life, and he's pretty sure he knows the word for hungry. He just groans instead, because it's much easier.
Hinata almost asks Kenma to brush his teeth for him, but he manages on his own, only barely. He does get the older boy to half carry him down the stairs, which is a burden off of his shoulders. "We can cancel if you're feeling- unwell." Kenma offers, but he just shakes his head. "I'll be fine. I've gone through worse." He says lightly, even though he's not sure what could be worse than being this out of it so early in the morning. "Kenma!" He sings into his chopsticks, and he can hear the older boy sigh before responding, "Yes, Shouyou?" He asks evenly, but Hinata can hear the amusement in the older boy's voice.
"You know, I don't say this enough but-" He coughs, as he stabs himself in the neck with his chopsticks accidentally, stupid things, "But I really like your rice cooker. She sings nice." He points in the general direction of the device, Kenma snorts into some rice, ungrateful brat. He giggles to himself, "Thank you very much, Rice Cooker-sama." He calls to the device, that doesn't answer back. Ungrateful jerk. He sighs, and continues eating until Kenma tells him that he's had four bowls of rice and should probably stop.
"You're so right, Kenma-senpai, you're always right!" He chirps, cheerful that his friend is so smart and awesome, "Senpai?" Someone calls from the doorway, Aki-Aki-Subaki. He giggles, "Good morning, Kozume-san!" He offers, bowing deeply even though he's sitting and he almost topples out of the chair. Ungrateful chair. She doesn't respond, but she does get closer. "Are you feeling alright, Hinata-kun?" She asks, standing in front of him. "Probably." He offers with a shrug and a smile, "Just the uh-" He draws out for a long time, then switches to, "Gwaaah-"
"Pills." Kenma supplies after a long time of thinking, Aki-Aki-Subaki nods, "Ah yes, I'm sure you'll be fine by this afternoon, just don't- Strain yourself." He nods, body shaking with his head. "I promise!" He offers his fist and she just stares for a very long time, ungrateful bro. Then smiles, but doesn't bump in return. "Senpai?" Aki-Aki-Subaki asks once she's around the corner, but he doesn't respond because she's gone missing.
Kenma doesn't take him back up the stairs, Thank You, you wonderful, wonderful person, and settles him on the sofa instead, watching weather reports and little else. "It's going to rain tomorrow." I leave tomorrow. Kenma nods as if he can hear his thoughts, but Kenma seems like the kind of guy that can do stuff like that, so just just cuddles into the other man's thighs and passes out again.
The world is much less confusing when he wakes up, he's on the sofa with Kenma, the older boy is looking down at him when his eyes open. "Good morning!" He chirps, surprised when his voice is groggy. "It's almost noon." Kenma informs him, "Is almost noon still morning?" He asks, semi-genuinely. Kenma snorts, mission success. "When do we beat your captain?" He asks, nuzzling further into Kenma's lap because his legs are very, very warm. The older boy's muscles twitch as he digs his chin into them, "At one." He nods, an hour then. He could appreciate an hour of cuddling against Kenma's legs, a whole day if he was allowed.
"We should probably shower." He groans in response, "We're just gonna get sweaty again." Kenma shrugs, agreeing with his very sound logic. "Guess I'll just have to wait to see you naked." It's a whisper, that functions as a promise. He's on the stairs before Kenma can blink, "Faster, Kenma!" He commands, and the older boy just smirks before following up the stairs as slowly as humanly possible.
He helps Kenma out of his pajamas, because he's a helpful guy, and then let's Kenma turn on the shower because Tokyo showers are as close to rocket science as a bathroom can get. Warm water is cascading onto them now, which makes him almost slip as he lunges forward to capture the older boy. Kenma smirks into their kiss and he has intentions to kiss Kenma's lips until he forgets how to do that. He rejects Kenma's offer to assist him with anything more than shampooing, because they have a game to play in an hour. Kenma insists that he'd get distracted if he didn't keep his hormones in check. Who's he to deny that, Kenma is a pretty smart guy after all.
He rethinks that when his shorts start chafing, "You should really wear compression shorts." He has no idea what that means, he stares at Kenma as they walk towards Nekoma. "Keeps the muscles from straining, chafe proof too." He's pretty sure if Kenma was the winking type, he would have done so. "And where would I find such a useful item?" He asks, only slightly upset that it wasn't brought up beforehe started to chafe. Kenma hums for a second, "Underwear section." He flushes, he's never purchased underwear before, what if the cashier imagines me naked, always at the forefront of his mind when the subject comes up. He'd always had his- Another thing to do on my own. He sighs quietly.
"I don't- I've never-" He grunts, not sure how to word it without sounding like an idiot. "I've never uh-done that kind of shopping." He admits with a nod, making sure not to look at the older boy, for the next few seconds anyway. "Embarrassed, Shouyou-chan?" The older boy teases, and he flushes because he is, for some stupid reason, more so when Kenma uses that tone. He looks further away, stupid Kenma.
"I'll take you sometime, so you're not without." It's almost a tease, but also a promise, because Kenma is his friend, even if he is a jerk. "Thank you." He says quietly, dreading having to shop for fabric that covers his butt, but happy that Kenma wants to spend more time with him. They arrive at Nekoma High quietly, Kenma's thinking face is on and he doesn't want to break his concentration, even if he really, really wants to do that.
The entire Nekoma team is in the gym when the walk in, bursting with energy, it's a new sight and wonderful to take in, he's never seen other people in Nekoma's gym before. "Chibi-chan!" Someone calls and then he's being lifted. He hisses and slaps at the annoying jerk called Kuroo, he's wiggled about like he's a beloved animal and he offers to fight the Nekoma captain twice before he's put on the ground. "Why'd you do that, Kuroo?" He pretty much shouts, drawing attention from the other Nekoma team members. Kuroo looks like he's about to answer, but the dark haired boy just smirks, "You called me by my name! Oh chibi-chan, I never thought the day would come." He hisses again when he feels a too large hand approaching his hair.
"Oh! Who's this guy? He's so short- even shorter up close!" A man, too tall, is next to Kuroo, smiling down at him. "Ehh? You wanna fight?!" He shouts reflexively, even though he's pretty sure it would take a ladder to reach the stupid guy's stupid grin and punch it right off his stupid face. The guy raises his arm that's longer than maybe both of his combined, and tries to wave him down, "I-I didn't mean anything by it!" The guy squeaks, and he feels himself smiling. That's right, fear me!
"How tall are you anyway?" He mutters, his neck starting to cramp from looking up at this idiot. "Uh- About one hundred ninety-four, last time I checked." He doesn't want to know the last time he checked, especially when those eyes settle on him, "Chibi-chan this is-" He interrupts because there's something more important than the giant's name, "My name is Hinata Shouyou, and I'm going to be Karasuno's ace and go to nationals, so don't forget it!" It's mostly directed at Kuroo, because if he's called that again, he might strangle someone, the only person's neck he could reach right now would be Kenma's and that would not be good.
"Haiba Lev." The giant says, offering him a disgustingly long arm. "Future ace of Nekoma!" He shouts, only to be hit in the stomach by Tokyo-Tanaka, "You can't call yourself an ace if you can barely play the game, you idiot!" The man growls, twisting his fingers in the giant's-Lev's stomach.
What kind of name is that... "R-r-mm" Stupid. "Where are you from?" He asks instead of how to pronounce his stupid name, the giant recovers from his doubled over position, "Tokyo." He gasps out, and he blinks. What kind of hellish people name someone that way. Tokyo isn't in Japan, it's official. "How do you pronounce your stupid name?" He barks, irritated that this idiot broke Tokyo from Japan, the tall man winces at his tone, or maybe the hand pressed into his stomach, and repeats it slowly, "H-Haiba Lev."
"Rrr-Leurr-Lev." He doesn't like it, or the guy for that matter. "Why are you so tall, it's very rude." Stupid idiot, probably stole all the milk in Tokyo. The tall guy just laughs, it's light and stupid. "Sorry?" He offers, but he just scoffs, he doesn't need an apology from a giant.
"Well, Shouyou-chan, now that you've met this guy, it's time to get down to business." Kuroo claps his too big hands, and he almost grumbles about the honorific, but he's just glad it isn't that name. "Ready to lose, Kuroo-chan?" He asks loudly, crouching down to pounce at the stupid, dark haired boy. The Nekoma captain just laughs, adjusting his stupid hair and shrugs, "It'll certainly be a surprise if someone as short as you can beat me." He wonders how many years in prison he'd get if he strangled someone. A lot. Kenma answers in his head. "Remember, Shouyou-chan, loser decides what to do with the loser." The dark hair boy taunts, he nods, I won't lose.
"I want Kenma!" He announces to Kuroo, who smirks down at him, nodding, "As a sign of good faith, I'm willing to let that happen." He says, as if he had any say in the matter. "Anyone else, captain?" The dark haired boy asks, his chopper eyes boring into him. He looks across the mostly familiar faces of the Nekoma team, trying to figure out which one of them would have the most synergy with him or Kenma. "Oh- Pick me! Pick Me! Sho-chan!" The stupid tall guy yells, raising his stupidly tall arm. Who said you could use my given name, let alone shorten it. Stupid. He sighs. "Fine, stupid Lev." He mutters the last part, still not sure how to say the other's name properly. "Just be ready to take down your captain, because he's a dumb-" Then there's a hand covering his mouth, Kenma's, he realizes, recognizing those long, long fingers anywhere.
"Lev, go stretch." Kenma says shortly, watching as the guy shouts a confirmation then runs off, presumably to stretch his stupidly long arms. "How'd you say his name so good?" He has to ask once his mouth is free, Kenma shrugs, "He's been walking in on practice since he started here." He nods, "What kind of name is that anyway?" He whispers, almost conspiratorially. Kenma shrugs again, "Russian, I think? He's half-Russian, half-Japanese." He doesn't want to admit it but, "That's pretty cool." He mutters, wondering if he'd have a difficult name to pronounce if he was half-something. Why would I want that.Decides that being half-whatever would be very confusing.