kagekinkuni

[kagekinkuni]

He's not an idiot. He's not an idiot but he knows, for sure, that he's a fool the minute Kunimi walks into the gym, lips pressed flat, bag slung over a shoulder and walking a bit lopsided because of it. Legs smooth and muscled, shiny under the gym lights. Caremel brown eyes.

Caramel brown eyes. He's drowning.

Just for a second, their hands touching. He stills and wills the second to stretch, but Kunimi takes the water bottle he offered and brings it to his mouth.

He watches in fascination. Watches him close his eyes against the coolness of the water, watches his throat bob up and down with his greedy gulps. Watches his eyes peel open, fixing him with an irritated look.

Stop staring.

Looking away, much too quickly. I wasn't staring.

Fingers twisting into trousers and into the skin beneath. Teeth digging into lips. Voice echoing in the empty room. I wasn't staring. Wasn't staring. I wasn't staring. Wasn't.

He buries his face under a pillow and screams.

Kageyama's standing at the doorway, looking lost. It's adorable. Almost puppy like, staring at the pouring rain outside, confused and betrayed. It's adorable. Hair falling into his eyes, fingers groping at his pocket for his phone. It's adorable. It's adorable. It's adorable.

He almost walks up to him. Almost says the words, you're adorable, forming so effortlessly in his mouth. Instead he pulls out his umbrella, barely big enough for one, flicks it open.

Wanna share?

Kageyama nods. Ducks under the clear plastic, shameless. Bumps his head against his chin. He almost loses his grip on the umbrella.

It's a battle, the way home. Kageyama's hand grips over his, fighting for control. Fingers over fingers, hot breath against his neck. He can barely breathe.

Kageyama steps under the roof of his house. He pauses, lips pursing into a muttered thank you before disappearing behind the door.

(Kageyama's house is on the opposite direction from his.)

The umbrella tilts. Rainwater trails down his neck, drips from his uniform. He grins so wide it hurts.

You're an idiot, Kunimi says, voice flat. Hair just a bit tousled, stray stands sticking up.

His face feels hot. He swallows, two or three times, just to wet his mouth enough to talk.

No, I'm not.

Kunimi only scoffs and turns away.

Faster, Kageyama demands, and Kindaichi strains to comply, eager to please. Jumps, skids, runs. Higher, faster, better. Fingers outstretched, itching, yearning. The ball spirals out of reach. Kageyama spirals put of reach.

(Fists clenched. Teeth gritted. Back turned.

It stings.)

I love you, he thinks, almost delirously, clammy and weak.

Instead, he spits out like a curse, King of the Court.

And watches as Kageyama crumbles.

a/n. wtf is this