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yamayamawrites · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Prompt - Kagehina

A/N: I love everything about this. Thank you for the suggestion, @fourangers!

Hinata and Kageyama spent so much time together that it’s no surprise in their third year of high school, when Hinata gets sick, Kageyama immediately gets it, too.

In the wake of a pandemic, Suga (who remains active in all of his previous teammates’ lives) urges that Kageyama and Hinata quarantine together, because what if they have it, and Kageyama asks what “it” is, not quite understanding. Hinata, on the other hand, thinks “it” is the fucking plague, and the panic of dying with only Kageyama as company started to settle in.

Hinata and Kageyama both recover quickly – judging by the symptoms Hinata described to Suga on the phone one day, Suga assumed they both only had a common cold, but he urged the two to remain isolated from everyone just in case. Kageyama had come over to Hinata’s; Hinata’s mom and his sister Natsu went to stay with Hinata’s aunt. So for the most part, Kageyama sleeps on Hinata’s couch (at least in the beginning), and the two spend a lot of time in Hinata’s backyard, tossing volleyballs back and forth to keep their minds off the blatant sexual tension surrounding them.

It’s when they run out of food that there’s an issue.

In wake of the pandemic, Hinata’s mom had thought far enough ahead to make a few simple meals and freeze them ahead of time for Hinata, but she hadn’t expected Kageyama to quarantine with Hinata, and the result was the food being gone much sooner than expected. Hinata knows nothing about cooking, or grocery shopping, really; he nervously expresses these concerns to Kageyama, who shrugs and says the same.

“Take out?” Kageyama asks hopefully. He’s been aching for a pork bun.

“All the local places closed,” Hinata responds and flops himself over the arm of his couch. “We’re gonna have to go shopping.”

“You mean you’re gonna have to go shopping,” Kageyama counters. “I’m not going out there!”

Hinata huffs and pouts in that way that is just so cute that Kageyama can’t deny him anything. “Tobio,” Hinata whines, as he’s learned in the past few years on the team this is the real trick to getting what he wants. He’s even found that, when used on the court, Kageyama will never deny him a toss if he calls him Tobio.

Kageyama’s cheeks turn pink. “Okay! Fine! I’ll go with you. Do you have any masks?”

“No, but I’ve got a few scarves we can use!”

“Whatever.”

***

Their trip to the store is uneventful, and only when they get there do Hinata and Kageyama realize they have no idea how to cook. Hinata’s mom had left him a hundred dollars with the promise to send more if they needed it, and they spend most of it in this one shopping trip because neither of them have had breakfast and they’re very hungry when they go shopping.

Most of it is meat. They get very few vegetables (Kageyama is able to sneak a few into the cart when Hinata is looking at the candy), some large bags of rice, and bread, and cereal…they walk out of the store with at least one of every item they find, Kageyama thinks. He begins to wonder where they’ll store it all.

When they get back, Hinata puts his nose in his phone while Kageyama is left struggling to store the immense amount of food away. He growls at Hinata, who just waves idly to him, continuing to look through Pinterest – an app he would never admit to using for anything other than this moment – for a recipe to make. His stomach grumbles.

“Yama,” Hinata is waving his phone in front of Kageyama’s face, “how about this one?”

“How are we going to make that, dumbass?”

“Well, we need to make something! Look at all the food we just got!”

Kageyama sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, but you’re cooking.”

Despite what Kageyama says, he helps Hinata in every way he can to cook some sort of rice noodle dish. He boils the water (which he doesn’t add nearly enough water to the first time and ends up boiling away all the water) while Hinata watches countless videos about how to properly cook meat. The last thing they need right now is food poisoning.

After Hinata feels confident enough in his abilities to cook steak and so he pulls it out, prepping it in the same way the YouTube videos told him to. Kageyama watches the way his tongue sticks out in concentration, and a sort-of smile comes to his lips, and he finally decides that if he had to choose anyone to quarantine with on the team, it would be this asshole.

***

Their first cooking attempt doesn’t go well, but they continue to try and get better. Hinata learns he’s alright at making sauces and side dishes, and somehow Kageyama knows just how long to cook meat for (he wouldn’t admit it, but it’s because his mom taught him how to make pork curry after he begged and begged her to tell him). Their meals slowly taste less bland and dry and instead taste more like actual home-cooked meals, and after they fall into a smooth rhythm in the kitchen, Hinata throws Kageyama a curve ball.

“Kageyama, let’s bake a cake!” Hinata cries, already searching through his phone for a recipe.

“No,” Kageyama replies bluntly, sitting on the couch and watching a recorded volleyball match on the television.

“But, but,” Hinata puffs out his lip in a pout, “Tobio,” he whines, and Kageyama’s ears perk and his cheeks flush. God, he hates that Hinata learned his weakness.

Kageyama stands up and stretches, and he locks eyes with Hinata, who’s still holding that pitiful pout. Hinata’s cheeks are pink, too, and Kageyama half wonders if Hinata somehow got sick again. “Fine, we’ll make a damn cake. But I don’t want to eat any.”

Hinata leaps into the air excitedly, hitting his head on the ceiling and immediately rubbing it. “Ow ow ow,” he whines, and Kageyama helps him off the ground. He’s sure that if this keeps up, Hinata will have a minor concussion by the end of quarantine.

Hinata sits himself on the kitchen counter and watches Kageyama do the work, all while calling out ingredients and reading the instructions. It actually is a pretty efficient system, since there aren’t two things to be doing at once, and if Hinata were to try to help they’d probably bump into each other a whole lot. Still, Kageyama throws Hinata a glare every once in a while to remind Hinata that he doesn’t want to do this, he’s only doing it because Hinata called him Tobio.

He kind of wishes Hinata would do it more.

He decides he wants to test it out after Hinata is hesitating to read out the next line of instructions for the cake batter. “What’s next, Shouyou?” he asks, turning casually to see Hinata’s entire face go red, and to watch Hinata sputter as he tries to read off the next line of instructions.

Kageyama snickers behind his hand. He looks so cute, Kageyama thinks to himself, and when he catches himself he turns back to face the batter and wants to bury his head in it. Hinata finally composes himself, and Kageyama decides maybe he should be careful using Hinata’s name.

It slips out again, while they’re cooking. Cooking has become something they do when they’re bored and they’ve already exhausted themselves playing volleyball. That is, to say, the kitchen is where they spend time when they’re inside.

Hinata sits himself on the counter again while Kageyama rolls rice balls in his hands. Once he finishes, he turns around and ruffles Hinata’s hair, laughing as the boy tries to pick rice out of his hair. Hinata’s hair is soft, Kageyama thinks, and a small smile touches his lips. When Hinata points this out, Kageyama shouts back at him that no, he’s not smiling, shut up dumbass.

Kageyama sits himself on the edge of the counter the next time. He’s a bit too big and it’s sort of uncomfortable, but the view is certainly worth it. Hinata is bent over a sauce he’s making to pour over their stir fry, and the shirt he’s wearing is just too small that Kageyama can see a sliver of skin that’s just so cute –

And he’s blushing furiously and excusing himself to the bathroom to figure out what the hell is wrong with him.

It feels like forever, but it’s only been about two weeks, when Kageyama finally realizes the problem is that he’s really into Hinata. That scares him even more than not knowing what the problem was, because now he feels like Hinata can read his mind and that Hinata knows. Subconsciously, Hinata is always close to him, and Kageyama makes sure of it; sometimes, even, while Hinata took a shower, Kageyama would sit on the bathroom floor and chat with him just because he was bored. He never understood until now why Hinata stepping out in just a towel was so…gwah.

He’s been around Hinata far too long if he’s thinking in words like gwah.

It’s when they’re cooking (when are they not) that Hinata kisses him the first time. It honestly is an accident, at least that’s what Hinata says and that’s what Kageyama wants to believe, because he already feels like he might burst and knowing Hinata feels the same about him would make him actually combust. It’s when they’re fumbling around the kitchen, Hinata cooking some of the vegetables Kageyama had snuck into the cart, Kageyama cooking the pork. Hinata’s hand wraps around Kageyama (he claims later that he was trying to reach around him and grab something) and Kageyama turns, looking down quizzically, when Hinata’s lips graze his own – and his cheeks and his ears and his entire body feels hot, and he stills, almost burning the pork.

Then, it becomes something of a ritual. Something they never take out of the kitchen, no matter how much either of them wants to. One day Hinata suggests they make cookies, and flour ends up coating Kageyama’s face, but instead of getting angry he just peppers Hinata with kisses, claiming that he’s making Hinata’s face dirty while he cleans his own (but not much flour actually gets on Hinata). Later that evening, they don’t talk about it.

It’s practically every time they cook, now, and it’s getting serious – like, Kageyama’s hands are getting dangerously close to Hinata’s crotch and vice versa serious – before Hinata brings it up outside of the kitchen.

“Hey,” he speaks carefully, something Kageyama isn’t used to, especially because during quarantine Hinata has found himself babbling more and more. Kageyama looks over at him questioningly and Hinata takes this as a sign to continue. “What are we doing?”

“Watching the game,” Kageyama points to the recorded volleyball match playing on the television.

“That’s not what I mean, Tobio.”

Kageyama hates how casually Hinata uses his first name.

“I mean in the kitchen, you kiss me and act like we’re a couple or something, but then once we’re done cooking it’s like nothing happened. Why?” Hinata sounds calm when he’s talking, but one look and Kageyama knows he’s just as nervous as Kageyama feels. His cheeks are red and he’s fidgeting, but he maintains eye contact.

Kageyama has to look away. “I mean, I don’t know,” he mumbles, like a child that just got asked why they were doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. Hinata almost laughs at the expression.

“Can we do that more than just in the kitchen?” Hinata asks finally, and a blush spreads across Kageyama’s face. “I mean, I really like it and it seems like you do to and – “

Hinata’s interrupted by the stern hands on his face as Kageyama pulls Hinata in for a kiss, which quite honestly feels weird and wrong as they sit on the couch.

They pull back and blink at each other a few times. Then Hinata makes a sort of face of embarrassment and he’s burying his head in his hands. Kageyama blushes. Was he not supposed to do that?

“Bakageyama,” Hinata grumbles and grabs his collar, pulling him into the kitchen.

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kvhottie · 7 years ago

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When popular playwright Kageyama leaves his established reputation and life of comfort to help an infamous showman with his circus, he finds that these outcasts have more to offer him than his old life ever could: excitement, camaraderie, and a burning first love.

Rating: Mature |Pairing: KageHina |Tags: ‘The Greatest Showman’/Circus Au, Trapeze artist Hinata, Romantic Fluff

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Kageyama’s first instance of love came as a surge of warm orange swinging rapidly towards his face. It was a beautiful trapeze artist, with striking golden eyes and a softly pointed hand only inches from touching Kageyama’s nose. He had lean and supple legs that cradled the bar, a small frame hugged by glimmering and frilled reds, and feet braced in gold. For a brief moment the air grew still and Kageyama considered reaching out to touch those fingers…but then he was gone, gravity returning him toward the center of the stage, having stolen Kageyama’s breath. “Who’s that?” he managed to get out, eyes still trained on the distant red cutting through the air. Ukai chuckled behind him, amused by the obvious awestruck present in Kageyama’s voice. “Shouyou and Natsu Hinata, the trapeze siblings. Want to meet them?”

Kageyama looked down at his hand, only now realizing he had taken off his hat. He squeezed the rim to alleviate the numbness in his fingers and placed the hat back on his head. “Yes.” They left the second floor viewing deck and climbed down the stairs to the backstage ground area. It was a sight to see—the Irish giant, heaviest man in the world, tiny general, fire breathers, contortionists, bearded lady, tattooed man, and many more strange yet fascinating people rushing around to get ready for the next act. They each gave a nod in their direction and Ukai tipped his hat, wishing them good luck. As the group headed toward the stage, the Hinata siblings returned backstage glowing from a good performance, not even the slightest sheen of sweat in sight. “Shou, Natsu,” Ukai called out to them. “I have someone I want you to meet.” With the siblings approaching, Kageyama was able to get a better look at them. They were about the same height, with the same shade of vibrant orange hair, and soft facial features, though Hinata seemed older by a few years. The resemblance was uncanny…yet Kageyama’s eyes found themselves settling on Hinata. Along with his perfectly cheerful smile and curious eyes, there was something coquettish about him. “This is Tobio Kageyama.” Ukai placed a hand on Kageyama’s shoulder. “He’s our new addition.” “Hello,” Kageyama said with a short nod. He willed himself to keep his eyes steady on Hinata’s face instead of letting them wander down the snug fabric of his leotard. Hinata narrowed his eyes, the gold in them only growing more intense. “And what is your act?” “I…don't have an act,” Kageyama replied. He considered explaining exactly why Ukai had hired him but deemed it unnecessary. He would probably get a proper introduction to the whole group after the show. Hinata’s lips curled into a smug grin and he gave Kageyama an up-and-down as he walked past him. “Everyone’s got an act.” He turned to attempt to retort, or ask him what he meant, or say anything, but bumped into Natsu, who only gave him a mischievous smile and hummed to herself as she skipped to her brother. Kageyama stared after both of them, speechless.

Everything had started with Ukai’s proposition. Kageyama had been living the comfortable yet miserable life of a popular playwright with grand appeal to the upper class. He came from a rich and reputable family so he thought he’d be fine continuing a life of pompous dinner parties where he tried to drown out the aimless and conceited chatter with glasses of champagne…but every day he grew more exhausted. There was no joy in anything he did. Not in his depressing plays whose sole purpose was to sell the upper class ‘virtue’, and certainly not in any of the human connections he had. It was at this time, when he was feeling the worst about the superficiality of ever part of his life, that the infamous showman Ukai approached him. They sat down and took a few shots of whiskey before Ukai got to his point; he wanted Kageyama to work with him in order to bring more upper class people to watch the circus. It was Kageyama’s immediate reaction to scoff and note that doing that would not only destroy his reputation, but also make his parents practically disown him. Ukai tapped the bar table and immediately two new shots were ready for them. Kageyama quickly downed his, hoping the burn would distract him from the uneasiness in his stomach. “You’re bored and unhappy. I can see it in your face.” Ukai took his shot and loudly set the glass down. “But if you join me, I promise you excitement, happiness, and relationships more real that anything you could possibly have at the moment.” The man talked a good game, as expected of a ‘showman’. He was right; those were all things Kageyama had been yearning for deep inside, yet kept denying. To accept his offer was risky and senseless. No sane man would take it. Kageyama shook his head and got up from his seat, heading to the coatrack by the bar entrance. But there was something irresistible about the proposal. It felt like a challenge. Kageyama turned around, taking two steps toward Ukai. “Let’s say I agree…I’d be taking a huge risk. What is there for me?” Ukai smirked and tapped the bar table again. Two more shots appeared. “You want a cut of the profits, don't you? Let’s say seven percent.” “I wasn’t born this morning, Ukai,” Kageyama sat down again and tossed back his shot. “Fifteen.” “Nine.” “Twelve.” “Ten.” Ukai took his shot and slammed the cup down, searching his pockets for money to pay for the drinks. Kageyama set a few bills on the counter and extended his hand out to Ukai with a smug grin. “Ten it is. You’ve got yourself a junior partner.” Ukai laughed through his nose and shook Kageyama’s hand. “More like an overcompensated apprentice.” And that was that. Kageyama was taken in by Ukai’s words and ran off to join the circus with hopes of filling his life with color. So far Ukai had delivered on his promise; Kageyama had never once before felt as exhilarated as he did when he watched the circus performance up close. The multi-colored confetti, synchronized dancing, dangerous stunts, blazing fire, over-exaggerated bravado, gorgeous singing, and astoundingly brave trapeze—there was so much passion and tension crammed into the performance Kageyama found himself digging fingers into the chair from anticipation. But it wasn’t only the spectacle of the show that brought a grin to a face that was so used to frowning; it was also the warmth of the circus members. Although it took a few weeks for them to start liking him, once they realized that he actually wanted to be a part of them—joining in for dinner, often crashing in their sleeping quarters after a night of poker and too many beers, working hard alongside them to bring the show to a higher level—they completely accepted him as part of the family. Though…they made fun of him a little too much and laughed even harder when he grumbled about it. It helped that his first feat as ‘junior partner’ was to optimize on Ukai’s infamous reputation and lean on many of his own connections to get the circus an invitation to meet the Queen of England. Everyone was unsure of what the Queen would think of them, but this was a great opportunity to raise their reputation amongst the New York elites. They were all boarding a ship to England tomorrow, so most of the members had gone off to bed early, others were chattering amongst themselves, and Hinata was practicing by himself in the empty performance area. Kageyama had a feeling that the trapeze served as a reprieve for Hinata, and that he was only practicing because he had something on his mind. “Hard at work?” Kageyama commented and walked along the outer edge of the circular stage, leaning on one of the beams near Hinata. Hinata was sitting in a silver hoop floating a few feet above the ground. He let go of his hands and fell backwards, hanging off the bottom of the hoop from his knees. “Just playing around. Makes me feel less nervous.” “You’re nervous?” Kageyama replied somewhat surprised. “That’s rare.” “No it isn’t.” Hinata sighed and grabbed the bottom of the hoop with his right hand, letting his left leg come off the hoop and holding it bent behind him. Kageyama knew he was incredibly flexible but seeing him twist his body up close and personal like this made his chest, and truthfully other places, feel tight. He strolled closer. “What do you mean by that?” Hinata grabbed the bottom of the hoop with both hands and brought his legs into a split position. “Meaning I get nervous all the time. Everyone knows that but you.” “How would I know that if you’re always avoiding me?” “I-I’m not avoiding you!” Hinata stammered and brought his legs straight down to dismount. He kept his hands on the hoop as if readying himself to climb up and out of reach at any moment. “Why would I even need to avoid you?” “You tell me. Maybe you just don’t like me.” In Kageyama’s mind, though the thought of that was a bit sad, it seemed completely plausible. He was a rich guy, who never suffered a day of misfortune, while Hinata had come from a life of being dirt poor, and here Kageyama was trying to be ‘family’ with them. Of course there were people who’d dislike that. “Trust me…” Hinata’s lips pulled up into a sly smile. “That isn’t it.” Kageyama closed the distance with another step, hand pulling the hoop closer. “What is it then?” Hinata shook his head and let go of the hoop, walking backwards to the backstage area. “It’s stupid. Good night, Mr. Kageyama.” “Good night,” Kageyama muttered to no one since he was now completely alone. Their journey to England was long, but overall very smooth. Everyone was grateful to take a short break from performing and being in close quarters to each other gave them more opportunities to grow a stronger sense of camaraderie. They played card games, drank, and exchanged countless stories from their lives—some of them funny, but the majority were sad, gaining solemn nods from all the listeners. Kageyama usually sat by the edge of the group, listening in silence. The fondness growing inside him for a group of people who were just strangers a few months ago was…foreign yet comforting. He was getting exactly what Ukai had promised. Being packed together on a ship also meant that it was easier for Kageyama to be in the same vicinity as Hinata. He didn't push his luck and try to sit next to him or anything like that, but by just by being a few feet away from him he was able to learn plenty. First, Hinata had a loud, but musical laugh. It was lovely and contagious, rising from his chest as he bent backwards, and brightening everyone around him. Second, despite being so lean, or actually, maybe it was because he was such a lean acrobat, he had a ridiculous appetite. They had an eating contest just for kicks one night, and Hinata almost tied with the ‘the heaviest man on earth’. And lastly, he and his sister loved to dance. It was a rare sight since they were up in the air for each of the circus performances. The group sang, clapped their hands, and stomped their feet to give them a beat to dance to. Kageyama’s eyes followed Hinata as he twirled around his sister, laughter pouring from his lips, hands and feet moving to the upbeat rhythm. The more he watched Hinata the heavier his chest felt—this feeling of wanting something so much but not being able to have it was painful.

The meeting with the Queen Victoria went astonishingly well. Ukai’s Circus showed up in their best performance clothing, and Kageyama in his best suit. They walked through a room filled with low whispers and murmurs with their heads held high, as they were instructed to do anywhere they made their appearance. They greeted the Queen, and she extended a warm welcome, commenting on how much she had heard about them. There was a brief moment of tension when the Queen commented on how small the Tiny General was, and he jokingly replied that she wasn’t that tall herself. Everyone visibly froze, waiting with bated breath for the Queen’s reaction, but when a soft laugh escaped her lips and the room chuckled along with her, the group knew they were onto clear waters. At least, that’s what they thought. The plan the group had in mind was long but simple: meet the Queen, get her approval and in turn the approval of more upper class New Yorkers, with their ‘approval’ rating up the critics would be more positive, the mobs camping outside their building would decrease, and they’d have many more years of peaceful and successful business. But unfortunately Ukai ran across a new project—the stunning opera singer Abella Reid, who was famous and adored in all Europe but unknown in America. Ukai, as a ‘showman’, saw a new opportunity in Abella, something that those elites would actually appreciate, and promised her the best venue in New York City, and after, US-wide fame. “The house is completely filled,” Kageyama reported as he walked up to a nervous Ukai. He was peeking through the backstage curtains, dressed to the nines in a new tuxedo. “I know! Even that grumpy critic that always writes horrible things about the circus is here.” “By the way, Hinata and the others just arrived. Should I sit them in your booth?” Ukai shook his head, attention still focused on the crowd. He mumbled to himself, “No, they’re too visible there…” Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh?” “Put them in the standing room. It has an unobstructed view and great acoustics.” Ukai closed the curtain and took a deep breath. “We’re about to start so you should hurry up.” Kageyama shot him a glare but Ukai was too busy rehearsing what he was going to say to notice. So he silently headed back to the lobby to usher the group upstairs to the cramped and dark space Ukai had assigned them. He tried not to look guilty, worried, or in any way physically expressive of whatever pitiable emotion he was feeling at the moment, but it seemed he wasn’t as stoned faced as he thought because Hinata stood next to him, his shoulder brushing Kageyama’s arm. Kageyama felt comfort there and his body relaxed as he gently leaned into it. After a short and enthusiastic introduction from Ukai, the lights dimmed, curtains pulled open, and the spotlight landed on the center of the stage where Abella was standing. She looked angelic, donning a dramatic white silk gown and her red hair swooped up into a classy up-do. The piano began to play and Abella placed her hands out gracefully, lips opening slowly to let out a clear and smooth voice. Her voice filled every corner of the theatre, the slight vibrato settling into the audiences’ chests, the words dragging up feelings hidden deep within. I'm trying to hold my breath, let it stay this way… It was no different for Kageyama. Abella was singing a love song, and though his eyes were steady on her shimmering white image, his hand was gradually moving closer to Hinata’s. Maybe it was the emotion in Abella’s sweet voice that washed over him, or the fact that it was dark and he was hyperaware of Hinata also holding his breath, hand now pressing against his own, but he wanted to make this leap. Take my hand. Will you share this with me? Their fingers touched, grazed, and gradually interlocked. It was only until their hands were in a warm grasp that Kageyama could feel himself breathing again. Hinata also let himself relax, Kageyama hearing a quiet sigh of relief leaving his lips. Abella continued with a powerful chorus, holding long and high pitch notes that shook the listeners’ very core. And though Kageyama knew he should be admiring her skill, he was too busy taking note of every twitch of Hinata’s fingers, the way he pressed his shoulder even closer, and his mild scent of vanilla. Kageyama’s eyes drifted from Abella to the rest of their group and then to the audience beyond them. He was curious to see if they were as taken in with the moment at he was…but what his eyes landed on here were blue eyes just like his, staring at him. His parents were sitting in the middle of the upper level of the theatre and even at this distance, Kageyama’s stomach twisted from the blatant disapproval in their eyes. They reminded him that according to society this, all of this, was wrong. These hands could hold the world but it'll never be enough. A chill ran down his spine and he almost let go of Hinata’s hand on impulse and panic—yet he didn’t. Instead he tore his eyes away from his parents and glanced down at Hinata who had the softest expression of fascination, eyes bright and glimmering, while looking at Abella. He was truly beautiful. Kageyama gave Hinata’s hand a quick squeeze, feeling finally having returned to his body, and turned his attention to the stage. After the show, Kageyama and the group made their way downstairs to attend the after party. The excited chatter quickly died when Ukai stood by the entrance of the room the party was being held in and made up excuses to why they couldn’t enter. The truth was written in his nervous face: he was embarrassed to have them there. Like everyone else, he was also turning his back on them. But they were used to this already. The group, though frowning, held their heads high and marched through the lobby to return to the only place where they could be themselves. They had a show to do tonight and with all the anger they had to burn, it would be glorious. To no ones surprise, Abella’s concert was a huge success, gaining rave reviews from every critique and respectable New York elite. Ukai was now solely dedicated to her success, and though he would often mutter that the profits and good reputation he was garnering would help the circus as well, everyone could see that his attention had been stolen. He handed off most of the responsibilities regarding the circus to Kageyama, and set his sights on planning Abella’s Grand American Tour. And though Kageyama tried to tell him he was being unfair to what should be his ‘family’, Ukai insisted that his heart was still with them. Kageyama considered punching him, since that would probably shake him awake, but held himself back. He knew far too well what it felt like to be blinded by luxury, and that was a blindfold one could only take off by themselves.

“I’m sorry, but I was only told of one ticket,” Kageyama heard Hinata explain as he approached the theatre’s ticket booth. Hinata was looking divine in a white, bellow sleeve silk button up, black ascot tie, and tight high waited black pants. He always found a way to navigate between feminine and masculine clothing styles with ease and flare, though that’s probably what added yet another edge of ‘odd’ in other people’s eyes. “There’s supposed to be two,” Kageyama clarified, taking the tickets from the booth attendant. Hinata’s head snapped up in his direction, eyes searching his face for an explanation and lips slowly curling up into wide smile. “I didn’t know what you’d say if I asked you,” Kageyama murmured, “ So I had Ukai get the tickets.” “I would have said that you’re headstrong and stupid.” Hinata chuckled and ducked his head, trying hard to contain his smile. The golden studs in his ears glimmered in the bright light of the lobby. Kageyama reached out to swiftly run his thumb across Hinata’s cheek. “I’m very stubborn.” Hinata looked away to hide his blushing cheeks. “We should head up. It’s my first time at the theatre so I don’t want to be late,” he muttered and then cleared his throat. “You’re right.” Kageyama took hold of Hinata’s hand and lead him up the stairs as if he were doing nothing out of the ordinary. “H-Hey,” Hinata whispered, face growing redder by the minute. “Tobio?” The voice that shot across the stairwell was so sharp that Kageyama froze, head slowly turning to see his parents walking down the stairs. Hinata quickly yanked his hand out of Kageyama’s grasp and lowered his head. “Mother, Father,” he said as calmly as he could manage. The last time he had spoken to his parents was to tell them he took Ukai’s offer. He cleared his throat and looked from them to Hinata. “This is Shouyou Hinata.” “That trapezist from the circus?” His mother spat in disbelief. His parents’ glares held the very essence of disgust. “Not only do you join the circus, but you’re also publicly fraternizing with the trash?” Hinata let out an unsteady breath and ran down the stairs. “Shou, wait!” Kageyama called out after him, but he was gone. Kageyama turned back to his parents with the same disgust they threw at Hinata reflected in his narrowed eyes. “How dare you.” “Wha—“ He leaned closer, his voice thick with anger. “You have all this money and status, yet you’re rotting on the inside. You’ll never be half as good, honest, or beautiful as he is.” Kageyama turned from them without a care for their reaction. He was done with them, their life style, and that poisoned mindset. And feeling a bit lighter on his feet, he ran after Hinata. Kageyama found him sitting on the bench next to the empty stage, hyper focused on wrapping his wrists. He was in his usual light blue practice attire that made Kageyama a bit weak in the knees: a loose, cropped spaghetti strap and high-waisted booty shorts. And though Kageyama would have liked to take a second to marvel at Hinata’s lovely frame, Hinata’s attempts to rub away his tears was what caught his attention. Kageyama slowly approached the bench and Hinata’s eyes flickered towards him, but then he stood up to undo the end of the trapeze rope hooked to the pillar besides them. “Shou…they’re small-minded people. Don’t listen to them,” Kageyama began softly while walking over to Hinata. “You don't know what it’s like to be looked at like they just looked at me,” Hinata muttered, his voice thick and shaky. “It’s not just them, Tobio. It’s this whole city.” He gathered the rope and walked to the next pillar to unravel it from that hook as well. “The circus is the only place that will warmly accept me despite of my dirty poor upbringing, love for feminine clothing, or lust for men.” Hinata looked over his shoulder briefly, “But men like you…you can just leave these walls and be normal, like the rest of them.” Kageyama stepped in front of Hinata, placing a light hand by his hips. “I don’t care what they say, or if they see me as normal. I only want you.” “I want you too,” Hinata whispered as he stepped away backwards. He slipped from Kageyama’s touch, turning around and walking to the center of the stage with the dangling rope. “You make it sound so easy,” Hinata laughed, quiet and broken. “As if there weren’t laws against these feelings we have for each other.” “The laws will change sooner or later,” Kageyama insisted, catching up to Hinata and looping an arm to his waist. He pulled him close, fingers flat against his lower back. “We just have to hold tight until then. We’ll be fine as long as we have each other and this circus.” “You’re being impulsive and naïve,” Hinata murmured and ducked under Kageyama’s arm, switching the rope to his right hand. “Yes, you’re right. But that’s what makes the circus magical.” Kageyama held onto Hinata’s left hand. “Where did that fearlessness you have when doing trapeze go?” Hinata sighed, fingers slipping out of Kageyama’s grasp. “It’s an illusion. The fear of falling is always there.” He gave the rope a hard tug to raise the sandbag that served as it’s counterbalance, and was whisked up into the air and out of sight. “Do you want to know what made Ukai’s offer so tempting?” Kageyama yelled, eyes searching for Hinata in the fly gallery near the ceiling. “He promised me excitement, warmth, and relationships more real than anything I had in my life. You are all those things, Shouyou.” “As expected of Ukai’s apprentice, you’ve developed a silver tongue.” Kageyama looked to where the voice was coming from and there was Hinata, swinging down from the fly gallery with one arm. He zipped past Kageyama, swinging up once and skidding to a stop in front of Kageyama on the swing back. “I want to believe you,” Hinata said somewhat breathless. “But we sell dreams because we know the ugly truth of what’s out there.” “Then we’ll stay in here.” Kageyama took the rope from Hinata’s hand and grabbed Hinata hard by the waist. Sensing what he was planning to do, Hinata held on to his shoulders as Kageyama tugged at the rope and sent them flying straight up. Hinata stared into Kageyama’s eyes as they hung there, slowly spinning as they descended. “Are you scared?” “Terrified,” Kageyama admitted. He squeezed Hinata closer and he could feel Hinata’s accelerated heartbeat against his own. “But by just looking into your eyes like I am doing right now, nothing around me matters.” Hinata chuckled softly and brushed his nose against Kageyama’s. “Me too,” he hummed. Their feet touched the ground again and Kageyama let go of the rope. He kept Hinata in his embrace, his face so close he could feel Hinata’s breath graze his lips. Hinata was the first to make a move, closing his eyes and breaching the short distance between them. Their lips pressed—soft, warm, just right—and they gently glided against each other as they parted and closed. Kageyama placed his free hand on Hinata’s cheek and gradually pulled away, lips lingering near Hinata’s. “If we keep at it, someone’s going to catch us,” he sighed. Hinata nodded, a grin forming on his lips. “You’re right. We’ll save this for later.” He took Kageyama’s hand and pulled him to the backstage area. “Let’s go eat. Dinner should be ready soon.” “Always thinking about food.” “I can’t help it!” Hinata whined and pulled Kageyama even harder.

The next few weeks were incredibly difficult, yet wonderful all at the same time. Ukai had left Kageyama in charge of every aspect of the circus and gone off with Abella on her Grand US Tour. That meant he was not only responsible for keeping track of ticket sales and finances as he had done before, he also had to keep the group’s spirits up while their leader was away with his side project, introduce the acts during each performance, and try to do something about the increasing protestors. It was stressful and tiring, but not all of it was terrible. In Ukai’s absence, the group grew to rely on him. They asked his opinion on revisions to their acts, opened up about their worries and wishes, and complimented him from time to time (though their teasing didn’t cease). Even Natsu took to his side during their free time to ask him to recount tales of all the extravagant events he’d been to and in exchange she’d tell him stories of what Hinata was like as a young boy. Hinata would interrupt the conversation due to embarrassment and change the topic entirely, sometimes sneaking in silly stories about Natsu as payback. If Kageyama wasn’t working or spending time with the group, he was off in some dark corner of the building with Hinata. Everyone in the group had noticed that the two were finally involved and made sure not to go looking for them. The majority of time they innocently cuddled up by a wall in the back of the third floor viewing area. They talked about their favorites foods, brightest and darkest memories—whispering sweet nothings and doing anything to catch up on all the years they didn’t know each other. Hinata loved to lay Kageyama’s head on his lap and tenderly run his fingers through Kageyama’s silky hair. Kageyama would grumble about it being a waste of their time together since he would more often than not fall asleep, but Hinata insisted that he needed to rest more often (and that Kageyama was cute while sleeping). And unsurprisingly, the rest of their time together they spent getting to know each other’s bodies, quietly and cautiously, but with fervent desire. It came in handy that Ukai was gone because they would sneak into his office in the middle of the night, lock the door behind them, and savor each other’s heat. Their lips kissed wet and soft, sucking love bruises onto necks, licking collarbones, biting shoulders. Lips that spent too much time on sensitive chests and lips that lingered below the belly button, breathing hard, teasing mercilessly until they traveled further. Their hands trembled. A touch turned shaky with anticipation and nervousness, as they feathered down backs, thighs, and groins. Hinata’s hands were clumsy when pumping, his nails sometimes bringing out a snarl from Kageyama. And Kageyama’s were over-eager, gripping too hard, slicked and driving up too fast into Hinata for the sake of hearing his muffled whimpers. But their hands were also tender, intertwining above Hinata’s head, squeezing tight to hold each other steady. “Tobio,” Hinata breathed, voice alone sending shudders up Kageyama’s body. It was hard slowing down once they started. There was a scorching ache only remedied by Kageyama pushing deep and hard into Hinata, hand wet with saliva from holding back Hinata’s moans. They stayed like this until the end, Kageyama fluttering kisses on the back of Hinata’s neck, teeth wanting to sink into the smooth skin but resisting the temptation for the sake of the next day’s performance. Hinata gathered the messy sheets they had put down on the floor in one hand, his other hand digging into what he could reach of Kageyama’s bare thighs. And they climaxed—messily, breathy, and blissful. With settled and appeased bodies, they faced each other to laugh. How many years of jail would they have gotten for this one?

The next night, Kageyama donned his red and gold ringmaster jacket for yet another passionate show. He was getting comfortable with all the yelling and theatrics it took to get the crowd excited, and had worked hard on improving his tap-dancing and hat flipping. Out of breath, sweaty, but high on adrenaline, the group successfully finished the show without major mishaps. Their usual protestors were there—they never missed a show—but the crowd’s cheers always drowned them out. Yet today being a nuisance during the performance hadn’t satisfied them. Even though most of the crowd had already filed out of the building, the four men lingered behind, cursing at the members of the group that were just trying to clean up. “Freaks!” spat the leader, a dirty, scrawny fellow. “The show is over,” said Kageyama, his voice gaining an edge to it, “I’ll need to ask you to leave.” “Well, that skimpy one doesn’t look half bad though,” yelled another guy while staring at Natsu. Kageyama walked up to them, hand balling into a fist, and voice threatening. “I won’t ask one more time. Leave.” “How about no?” muttered the leader as he wobbled closer, breath reeking of alcohol. Kageyama had never had a good temperament; he grit his teeth and punched the man in the face, sending him back onto the bleachers. This started an all-out fistfight. The other protestors charged at Kageyama but the circus members came to intervene, the bearded lady being the first to tackle one of the men to the ground. A levelheaded leader would have stopped all this chaos (truthfully he would have never started it), but the group deserved to give a little back to the awful people that didn’t tire of ridiculing them. Hitting them felt good. But then someone screamed fire. Kageyama turned to where the scent of smoke was coming from and his eyes went wide—the curtains were ablaze and the fire was rapidly engulfing everything. “Get out!” he shouted. “Everyone get out!” All the members huddled together, grabbing hands and arms, and ran outside. Once outside they looked around, trying to do a headcount to make sure everyone was with them. Ukai appeared from the crowd that had gathered outside and grabbed Kageyama by the shoulders. “Is everyone out?” He yelled, the desperation obvious in his face. “Is everyone okay?!” “Yeah, I think…” Kageyama scanned the group, a strange feeling in his stomach. “Where’s my brother?” screamed Natsu, voice breaking into a sob. “Shou? Where are you?!” When there was no reply or sight of him, Kageyama ran into the fire without a second thought. He heard some of the members screaming his name but that didn’t stop him. Soon enough he was by the bleachers closest to the entrance, eyes squinting to try to see anything past the thick smoke and sea of red. He yelled Hinata’s name a few times, but his voice started to fail him, the coughing becoming more persistent as the minutes went by. He took a step into the stage and yelled once more, but the effort felt like a punch to the chest and he fell to his knees. He tried to get back up again but everything was hazy, and the room quickly turned black. Somewhere in the darkness he faintly remembered arms carrying him and shortly after, a crying voice begging him to stay strong. There was familiar warmth in his hand. It roused him awake, sluggishly, as he searched the bright room in front of him. He found glossy, golden eyes, staring right at him. Tears pooled at their edges and spilling down soft cheeks that pressed themselves against his right hand. “You’re here,” he croaked. It was a harsh, and scratchy sound. Hinata smiled—that sweet smile that filled Kageyama’s heart until it was pushing against his ribcage—and nodded. “You’re an idiot,” he whispered and pressed his lips against Kageyama’s. They were wet from his tears and a bit salty, but they made Kageyama feel like he could take on the world as long as they belonged to him. The hospital released Kageyama a day later, making his stay a total of four days. He soon learned that Hinata had run out of the back of the building right as Kageyama had charged in, and that it was Ukai who had pulled him out of the fire. Ukai had returned the night of the fire because Abella had quit, claiming that if Ukai wouldn’t make her his only priority, she’d rather look somewhere else. No matter how distracted Ukai may have been…he’d never abandon his circus, his family. But with the building burnt to nothing and the land having been taken by the bank as collateral for the loan Ukai took out to fund the tour, they were all currently homeless and unemployed. They moped and moped, picking at the charred wood that probably used to a pillar or a beam. Kageyama had never seen them so hopeless. “We have to do something,” he kicked a rock near his foot and glanced at Ukai for any ideas. Ukai sighed, shaking his head. “There is no bank on this planet that is willing to give me another loan.” Kageyama looked down to his and Hinata’s linked hands, and then to each of the circus members. “We can use my savings,” he suggested. “Unlike you, I have some knowledge on how to handle my money and invested a percentage.” Ukai stood up and waved his hands in front of him. “No, no, I’ve dragged you into my mess long enough.” “That’s true,” Kageyama admitted, lips breaking into a grin. “But you came through on your promise.” “Are you sure?” Ukai asked as the life returned to his voice. Hinata laughed and pulled Kageyama closer to Ukai. “He wouldn’t be offering if he wasn’t. But I think after all of this he’s doing to save our asses, he deserves a promotion.” Ukai held out his hand. “A split of 50-50, partner?” “That’s much better than ‘apprentice’”, Kageyama nodded and took Ukai’s hand. “Though even with my savings, I have no idea how we’ll reconstruct a whole building.” Ukai scratched his chin and made a window with his fingers, slowly turning in a circle while looking through it. He froze when facing the direction of the pier. “Who needs a damn building?! Land by the docks is dirt-cheap and we could set up a giant, study tent.” His idea was crazy, but that’s exactly what made Ukai the best showman around. The others broke into loud cheers of agreement, Kageyama and Hinata joining along. This was sure to work. “Well then, it’s settled,” Ukai shouted, pointing towards the pier. “We’re going home.”

Opening day in their new location was finally upon them. The tent idea was brilliant, not only was it cheap and easy to set up, but its immense height and vibrant colors attracted people from halfway across the city. Every seat was filled and the air crackled with excitement on both the side of the audience and backstage. It was the group’s first show since the fire, but they were itching to perform, any nervousness they might have had overpowered by the love for their special stage. Kageyama gave Hinata a chaste kiss, pressing foreheads together for a brief moment of peace before they had to go to their places. Their fingers lingered as they said goodbye, the pinky being the last to let go. Once alone, Kageyama secured the hat Ukai had given him on his head as he took a deep breath. It was time. The curtains drew open and everyone rushed forward to the beaming light, vivid colors, and screaming audience. “Welcome,” he boomed while standing in the center of the stage, arms spread out, “to the greatest show.” Kageyama’s first instance of love had been a stunning orange-haired trapezist. It only followed that his second was this…all of this.

#kagehina #haikyuu!!#hq fanfic #hq writers #circus au #fic:THB #fanfic #the greatest showman au

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foxesandferrets · 7 years ago

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Their Thing

Pairing: KageHina Summary: Hinata starts questioning the reason he kept doing their Lucky Charm all this time.

Note: Hi again! This one is a little silly if I say so myself, but given that we aren’t posting a lot of things recently it’s better to nothing. I hope you like it :D

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He doesn’t remember exactly who they were playing against the first time he did it. The only remnants of that memory are the way Kageyama’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and the big scowl following it.

That made his heart skip a bit, and from then on only fueled Shouyou’s whim.

So, since that moment, if for some reason Kageyama’s eyes landed on his while he was benched, he would raise his hands and shape a heart with them, grin as big as he could manage.

Without fail, Kageyama’s reaction was instantaneous, and every time his cheeks would light a bright pink, or flash red in combination with the exhaustion of a match.

It was funny at first, Shouyou would giggle and immediately focus on the next play happening before his eyes, but as time passed… his thoughts lingered on the reason behind the exchange altogether. Kageyama never commented about it outside of matches, and, obviously, neither did he. That didn’t stop others from teasing them, wiggling eyebrows and whistling as they realized that something could be going on. Shouyou laughed. Kageyama rolled his eyes.

He thought about stopping, because sometimes Kageyama wouldn’t talk to him after a match where he had showed him his ‘lucky charm’ (Shouyou had come up with that name after a while), and he would become really flustered when others asked him about it, especially people outside of the volleyball club. But… when people asked Shouyou about it and he was close, he wasn’t flustered or even angry, he seemed… genuinely curious, as if Shouyou would change his version of the story for another group of people. But Shouyou always said the same, to his teammates, to his classmates, and to everyone else.

“Mmh,” he hummed at first, to make it seem like he was thinking over his words carefully. “I do it because Kageyama and I share a love for volleyball! Because I’m sure it’ll bring us luck too!” And then he smiled.

Kageyama never told him directly to stop doing it either, never even grunted at him, or scoffed about it. And that, he was used to do. To tell him to stop running, grunting to continue his follow up practice, and scoffing about his barely acceptable grades. But about the lucky charm situation, not a word.

So Hinata stuck to it, continued to do it when the chance arose.

He regrets it now, never asking, never clearing up his feelings, never understanding what was going on with him when Tobio blushed.

And now they lost. They lost the finals of the spring high. Everyone is crying as they bow to the public present; Tobio to his left pressing his lips so tightly the skin looks white.

Both of them are probably going to different universities too, so this puts an end to their lucky charm, which with all the tension and nerves going on, he didn’t have a chance to show.

“Damn it,” he mumbles to himself, rubbing his eyes with one hand and putting his sports bag on his shoulder with the other. “Damn it,” he repeats.

They start walking out of the gym, in silence, but it doesn’t last long. Soon parents and friends come to them, trying to lift their spirits.

Natsu runs up to him and collides with his chest so hard it pushes his breath out. She hugs him tight.

“Brother, you did amazing,” she says, words muffled by the fabric of his uniform. “You tried really, really hard.”

But it wasn’t enough.

“Thank you, Natsu.” He smiles and swallows the bitter feeling in his throat.

Their mom joins them moments later, and she also has words of encouragement, but Shouyou hears none of it, eyes moving to Kageyama a few meters away, who’s with his mom too, hugging her. His chest aches and he lowers his head.

“--make your favorite dish tonight!”

“Oh, um. Thanks mom, but… I think coach will invite us to dinner, so… um…” He isn’t sure what to say. For the first time in ever, he’s at a loss for words.

“That’s okay, honey. We’ll see you later.” His mom smiles, and it’s one of those mom smiles that makes you want to cry harder.

Shouyou nods, holding back his tears.

He says goodbye to his family and sits on an empty bench, trying to calm his breathing and gathering his thoughts.

It wasn’t that bad actually, he would still play, would still practice even if he couldn’t with the team. He would still see Kageyama, chat with him, maybe play in between classes. But… this still sucked.

“Hey,” a voice he knows too well says.

He turns to see Kageyama sitting beside him, and notices he’s less frowny than he expected, face scrunched with more sadness than anything else. His eyes are a little red too.

“Hey,” Shouyou repeats, looking back at the hands on his lap.

There’s a long moment of silence then, which only makes him remember the last few seconds of the match. If he had been faster, or had jumped a second before, his block could have stopped the ball.

“So--”

“I’m--”

They start to speak at the same time, and stop. Shouyou lifts his gaze and meets Kageyama’s eyes.

“You go first,” Shouyou says, trying to smile. It’s a huge deal if Kageyama wants to start talking first.

He pouts and frowns in thought before speaking, “Um, you… you didn’t use o-- your lucky charm today.”

Shouyou tilts his head, confused by this sudden declaration. “What do you mean?”

“You know… the heart.” Kageyama points to his chest.

“No, I know that, but why are you mentioning it now?”

“I’m... not sure myself. I guess I kind of missed it?”

Shouyou bites his cheek. “I don’t think it could have worked anyway,” he sighs. “I just wasn’t good enough.”

“Hinata--” Kageyama stands, but is interrupted by Yamaguchi’s voice.

“Guys! We’re leaving already, the bus is waiting!” He yells from the distance, gesturing to the others already walking towards the exit.

“Okay!” Shouyou shouts, waving. “We should go then,” he says to Kageyama.

Kageyama doesn’t seem to be thinking the same thought, because he takes him by the wrist and pulls him up, dragging him in the opposite direction.

“Kageyama? The bus is on the other way.”

Without a word, Kageyama leads him to the bathroom, which is empty by now, and once inside lets his arm go.

“Uh, if you wanted to pee you should have said so,” Hinata teases. He knows by the way Kageyama’s shoulders are tensed and how his eyes are downcast that’s not the case, but joking is the only thing he can do to alleviate the awkward silence.

“Shut up. Let me… just… I’m thinking.” Kageyama walks closer and meets his gaze. “You were--are good, so… we as a team weren’t good enough.”

“Are you trying to cheer me up?” Hinata smirks. “In the 3 years we have known each other you’ve never been so direct about it.”

“And,” Kageyama continues. “For the record I liked it when you did… the heart thing.”

This… confession, makes Shouyou blush slightly. ”R--Really?,” he asks, too surprised to worry about the way his voice squeaks.

It takes a few seconds for Kageyama to answer, and that’s when Shouyou notices how close they are, not exactly touching, but he can see Kageyama’s chest moving as he breathes. He feels his heart start to race.

“It felt…” He looks up when Kageyama speaks again. “Like an us thing, and… I started to think it was special, I guess.”

“I liked doing it too,” Shouyou admits, face feeling warmer by the second.

“Why?”

Shouyou’s eyes widen. He isn’t sure. He did it without thinking, he just liked how Kageyama looked embarrassed… but maybe that’s not everything he likes.

He likes how Kageyama pushes him to his limits and beyond. He likes his reaction after they successfully pull a new combination. He likes that he’s always up to stay behind practicing with him. He likes...

“Because... I think I like you,” Shouyou whispers, and closes his eyes before continuing. “I like you Kageyama. I really--”

He can’t finish. Kageyama closes the space between them and hugs him, crushing his face against his neck.

“You mean like like, right?” Kageyama asks, face smushed in Shouyou’s hair.

“Duh,” Shouyou says, returning the hug. “Yeah, I like like you, stupid.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” Shouyou can feel the smile Kageyama has on, and he smiles too. “I like like you too.”

Shouyou smiles harder, and starts giggling. All of this is so ridiculous. They just lost. They won’t go to nationals. The volleyball club is over for them, but…

“We should catch up with the team, or they’ll leave without us,” Shouyou says, trying to put some distance between them.

They release each other, and despite all the changes ahead, Shouyou continues smiling.

Looking around, just in case someone had snuck in, he makes sure the bathroom is still empty, and raising on his tiptoes a bit, kisses Kageyama on the cheek. Then he takes his hand and leads him outside, laughing at the way Kageyama’s whole face turns pink in one go.

Later, after the dinner and the tears, seeing their joined hands Shouyou thinks that maybe the lucky charm worked in the end.

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Despite going to different universities and teams, Shouyou doesn’t stop doing his lucky charm when Kageyama looks at him, be it when they’re playing against each other or when one of them is watching the other’s match.

And even if Kageyama still gets embarrassed, Shouyou knows it’s their thing, so it’s special.

#kagehina #haikyuu!!#haikyuuwriters #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #claudia writes

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awkwardconure · 8 years ago

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The prince

This is my first fanfiction so be gentle with me :) Also shout out to @dumbass-kagehina for inspiring me to write!

Hinata looked at himself in the mirror, his brown eyes wide with adrenaline and worry. What if someone saw him? He was living with some of his old teammates from Karasuno and was terrified of then barging into the bathroom like they usually do.

He took a deep breath and mustered all the courage he could before uncapping the bright red lipstick he had taken from his sister. Natsu had just turned 12 and wanted to start wearing makeup. However when Shouyou had seen the red lipstick on her dresser back in Miyagi, he couldn’t help himself from taking it. It was the first time he dared to take it out of his bag.

Now, standing in the bathroom he softly pressed it to his lips. The red colour was bright against his light skin and he loved the feeling of smooth oily cream against his lips. He finished applying the lipstick and looked at himself in the mirror.

He was in awe of how beautiful such a simple action could make him feel. He parted his lips slightly and posed like the picture of Marilyn Monroe that hung in Natsu’s bedroom.

Just then he heard the front door of the apartment open and quickly whipped the lipstick off his lips. Almost running out of the bathroom, he ran into Tobio. “Hinata why is your face all red?” he asks a little out of breath. He must have gone for an evening run. The weather had been nice enough lately and the warm August nights were perfect for jogging.

“It’s none of your business bakeyama” Hinata Replied, his tone came out more harshly than he had anticipated. With that, he turned sharply and walked quickly to his room. Hinata did not dare come out until morning.

A couple of days later, Hinata found himself clutching the tube of lipstick. He had had to distract himself with work and mundane chores around the house, for it was all he could do to his mind off the lipstick and the rush of adrenaline and joy he got when he first applied it. He double-checked the apartment for his roommates before opening the lipstick again; he did not need another incident with Kageyama.

Once he was sure he was alone, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the hall. Since he was the only one in the apartment, he needn’t worry about anyone walking around the corner and seeing him. He looked at himself once in the mirror for courage before applying the red makeup to his lips. He really did feel beautiful with the makeup on. Once again, he posed for himself in the mirror, wondering what it would be like to wear a dress and high heels.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself Shouyou.” he whispered to the mirror. He stayed in the hall looking at himself for a long while, not daring to more for fear of breaking the trans he brought upon himself with the lipstick.

When he finally moved from the hallway, he knew it was time to take it off. Kageyama and his other roommates were sure to be back soon and he did not want to be seen by anyone like this. He decided that he would try a dress soon though, already getting excited by imagining the soft fabric brushing against his legs.

However, to wear a dress, he would need to buy a dress. He could borrow one from Natsu but Hinata was afraid she would ask questions, or that it wouldn’t fit. Instead he decided to go out that evening to purchase his dress. He decided however, to avoid running into anyone he knew, that he would go to a store across town.

Avoiding Kageyama’s questions about where Hinata could possibly be going at 8 in the evening, he got on the bus and headed to the store. Shouyou soon found out that shopping for a dress was harder than he thought and he didn’t know what he was doing. Thankfully the store clerk was very nice and helped him pick out a knee-length black dress. He pictured himself twirling around in his new outfit with a handsome prince, the black fabric billowing around him while he spun around. In this image his prince was tall and had dark hair. He looked familiar but Hinata couldn’t place exactly who it was.

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind he paid for the dress and wet home. In his mind, Shouyou was going to wait to try it on until he could be sure he was alone, however he was much too excited and decided in that moment he did not care who saw him. He delicately took the dress out of his shopping bag and put it on, however before looing at himself in the mirror he grabbed the lace underwear Nishinoya had given him last year for his birthday. It was a joke gift of course and they all laughed about it, but Hinata secretly loved the panties.

He had not yet gathered the courage to try them on and figured that tonight would be the best time to do so. He took the tags off the lacy garment and put them on under the dress, then grabbed his lipstick from the drawer where he had been keeping it. Once he felt comfortable he turned to the mirror and applied the red makeup once again.

He felt shock and awe once he saw himself fully, like he was looking at a complete stranger. Shouyou started to move hesitantly around the room, loving the feeling of spinning in the dress when he bumped into his desk. However he was too high on adrenaline to think of the consequences. He must not have realised how loud he had been because Kageyama suddenly opened the door.

“Hinata are you alri-” Tobio stopped mid sentence when he saw the other boy. It was like Kageyama was seeing Shouyou for the first time; he looked at his lips and the black dress that hugged his body so perfectly. He tightened his hands into firsts, for it was all Kageyama could do to stop himself from marching right up to Hinata and kissing him.

“Kageyama?” Shouyou said, breaking the silence. “Please say something, I know I look weird but I really need you to make say something so I can tell of you’re mad or not because I reall don’t thin I will be able to handle this silence for much longer and-” Hinata’s words tumbled out of him like a dam breaking loose. He did not know how Tobio would react and he was scared. Scared to lose his best friend, scared Tobio would hit him; scared his life would change forever.

“Shoyou” Kegeyama said his name slowly, before stepping forward towards the other boy. “Where did you get these things? You look beautiful” He whispered the last word while stepping even closer to Hinata. They were close enough that if he wanted, either boy could close the gap between them, but neither did for fear that the other would reject him.

“You really think I’m beautiful Tobio?” Hinata asked innocently. “Yes” Kageyama breathed. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer; he placed a delicate kiss to Hinata’s lips almost as if he was asking permission. The boy pulled back to gauge Hinata’s reaction. Then, Hinata took Kageyama’s hand, answering his silent question.

Kageyama brought his lips down to Shouyou’s once again, this time less hesitant. Tobio deepened their kiss by placing his arms around Hinata’s waist and playfully biting his bottom lip. This drove him crazy and he couldn’t stop himself from letting a moan escape his lips. Kageyama took this opportunity to slide a hand up Hinata’s thigh to his hips.

He jerked back in surprise, “Are you wearing lace?” Tobio asked, slightly out of breath from the kissing. Hinata covered his face with his hands. He couldn’t find his voice so all he did was give a slight nod. “That’s adorable,” Kageyama replied, “you’re adorable”

Then, with a final kiss, Hinata realised he had found the prin

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Hi guys! The Haikyuu Siblings Zine (a free e-zine) is available now!! We wrote a little collab for it featuring the Hinata siblings, with a side of kagehina because we’re weak. We hope you enjoy it!! A lot of effort was put into it and it has several amazing works!! Claudia wants to dedicate this piece to Pixie, an amazing human being that left us too soon, but touched so many lives and will be hardly forgotten. The art she made for the zine shows the bright and wonderful artist she was. I hope she’s resting in peace.

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Car rides usually make Natsu feel sleepy, but today she couldn’t fall asleep even if she tried. Her mom looks happy too, and, well, it’s not every day that the freak duo of the national team comes to visit. The last time Natsu saw her brother was for their New Year’s party, and the last she’d heard of him was from TV; the national team classified for the world cup, the match point made by Shouyou.

She was so excited when Shouyou announced he would come home to rest, which is a novelty because as far as she knows, he loves being on the move, but she won’t complain. Natsu wants to feel she has an older brother again, to play and bicker like before he left home.

Her mom parks the car and Natsu is out before she can remove the keys, running to the meeting point. In the distance she can make out the bubbly orange boy and his tall cranky partner, both carrying big gym bags and wearing their team jackets.

Shouyou notices her and waves his arms way above his head, grinning from ear to ear. Natsu can’t stop herself, and when she’s by his side, hugs him. There’s something different though… her big brother is…

“When did you get taller than me?!” He shouts, stepping back and staring wide eyed. Natsu hears a chuckle from beside them.

“We were almost the same height the last time you visited,” Natsu smiles, kind of proud of herself. “Hi Kageyama-kun!”

Kageyama gives her a side smile, and ruffles her hair.

“Don’t do that!” She laughs as her brother speaks again.

“But I’m the big brother!”

Just then their mom catches up with them, smiling wide.

“Shouyou! I’m so glad you’re back!” She says, a hint of tears glossing her eyes.

They all make their way back to the car but as soon as they exit the train station Kageyama tells them that he’ll go to his house by bus.

“Are you sure? We can take you there.” Hinata’s mom says.

“Yeah,” he scratches his neck, looking sheepishly at the ground. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been here so I want to make the whole trip.”

“I’m sure your parents will be happy to see you,” their mother continues, smiling softly. “Will you be coming to Natsu’s birthday tomorrow?”

“‘Course,” he replies, smiling politely—or as close to a smile as Kageyama can get.

“You guys go on ahead,” Shouyou tells them, “I’ll be at the car in a second, I just need to tell Kageyama something.”

The two nod and start to leave, but as they turn Natsu sneaks a peek around the corner, seeing Shouyou lift on his tiptoes to peck Kageyama’s cheek. Natsu hurries away, hoping they didn’t see her snooping.

When Shouyou climbs into the car, grumbling something about tall sisters getting the front seat, Natsu can barely hide her knowing smile.

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“Hey, big bro, wanna play some basketball with me?”

“Sweetie, let him put his bags down before you start dragging him outside,” their mother chuckles, shaking her head as she prepares to cook dinner.

“Are you kidding, Mom? I haven’t touched a volleyball for two days, and a basketball is close enough. My fingers are tingling,” Shouyou responds, wiggling his fingers to prove his point. He drops his duffel bag in front of the hallway and follows Natsu to the backyard, face eager.

She starts off easy, just dribbling the ball and passing it to Shouyou, though he can’t quite get the hang of bouncing the ball instead of hitting it into the air.

“Ow!” He yells, rubbing his wrist as the ball falls with a dull thud to his side. “That hurt.”

“It’s not a volleyball, dummy,” Natsu sighs, catching the ball and tucking it under her arm. “It’s a lot heavier and harder, it’s not meant to be smacked around with your wrist.”

Natsu shoots the ball over Shouyou’s head, smiling at the sound of it hitting the hoop and bouncing against the asphalt. Shouyou pouts, but she knows there’s no disdain behind it. She feels as if she’s walking on air, falling into conversation so easily with her brother as if they were just together the day before, as if he never left in the first place.

“How’s the team going? I remember you saying you were joining the basketball team,” Shouyou asks, picking up the ball and attempting to dribble again.

“It’s going great!” Natsu smiles, chest swelling with pride. “I’m on the starting team, just like you were your first year.”

Shouyou passes her the ball, tossing it up instead of bouncing it, but she doesn’t comment. “That’s awesome! You must be pretty good. The only reason I made the starting team was because of Kageyama.”

“I’m the only first year who made it,” Natsu explains, deflating a bit. “I think it might just be for my height, but I want to show them that I’m not just tall, I’m a good player and I deserve that spot.”

Shouyou’s expression turns thoughtful. “You know, it took me a long time to feel like I deserved my spot on the national team. Kageyama has always been more skilled than me, and I felt like I was just tagging along at his heels, but after years of training together I finally realized I earned my spot, not just our teamwork. If you’re already confident in your ability then you’re leaps and bounds ahead of where I was.”

“And centimeters above where you were,” Natsu smirks, covering up the emotions she feels swelling in her chest with jokes.

“Funny,” Shouyou deadpans, taking the ball as she bounces it towards him.

“So what’s going on with you and Kageyama?” Natsu wiggles her eyebrows, surprised when Shouyou smiles.

“So you, uh, you saw that?” He asks, embarrassed, passing the ball again.

“Saw what? The smooch or the years of secret pining?”

“When did you get so sassy?”

“You brought Kageyama around too much when I was little,” Natsu answers. “I learned from the best. Now spill, are you guys finally a thing?”

Still smiling, he looks down fondly. “You could say so…”

“Oh! Come on! Do I need to go to his house and make you both sit and talk?”

“Rude!” Shouyou laughs again, hitting Natsu lightly on the shoulder. “We are a thing, but we haven’t told anyone. Well, before now. You’re the first one to know.”

Her brother’s words and affectionate expression make Natsu tear up. She’s aware of the way many people view same-sex couples in Japan, so she can’t imagine how hard is for both of them to continue their relationship with such a public career. She’s so proud of her brother; the courage he shows in the sport he loves and his personal life is a path she wants to follow. And being the first one to know about all of this makes her the happiest person alive.

“I’m really happy for you guys!” She drops the ball and hugs Shouyou, the thump of the ball and the birds singing in the background the only sounds around them. Natsu doesn’t want to break the contact because she knows what kind of face her brother is making; he’s smiling wide and trying not to cry in front of his little sister.

They stay still for a while, feeling each other’s warmth and their love and trust that never faded; it’s like nothing has changed since Shouyou left.

Natsu is the one to break the comfortable silence. “Hey, big bro.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s keep playing so I can teach you,” she laughs, patting his head before going to get the ball.

“I’ll show you how fast I can learn!” Natsu sees him rubbing his eyes, knowing she was right.

Shouyou prepares himself, going into a volleyball receiving position, and Natsu giggles. Some habits really do die hard.

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Kageyama is the first guest to arrive the next day, wasting no time in giving Natsu his gift.

She thought they would behave differently now that they’re dating, but as soon as Shouyou reaches the living room and sees Natsu holding Kageyama’s gift they start arguing about big brother’s rights and how stupid the other is.

“I’m her brother so she has to open my gift first,” Shouyou declares, and, without letting Kageyama respond, darts out and returns in a second, shoving a messily wrapped package toward Natsu.

Kageyama rolls his eyes.

“Geez, why does everything have to be a competition with you guys,” Natsu says, sitting on the couch and ripping the paper open.

Her breath catches in her throat when the colors of the National Volleyball Team flash under the wrapping. Natsu takes it out and holds it in front of her, speechless, looking at Shouyou, whose eyes are shining with excitement.

“I can’t believe you got me the jacket!” Natsu is sure her smile splits her face in two.

“Try it!” Shouyou beams.

She puts it on, the hem only reaching her navel and exposing part of her shirt.

“I can use it with a shorter shirt and-”

“No, not happening. I’ll ask for another size,” Shouyou interrupts her, smile disappearing. “It’s too short.”

“What do you mean? I think it’s fine, look the sleeves fit perfectly!” Natsu turns to show them, but Shouyou’s gloomy expression doesn’t change.

“Let her be. You’re not her dad,” Kageyama says, bored.

“I’m her brother and that’s close enough,” Shouyou protests, looking indignantly at his boyfriend.

Natsu let’s them argue as she opens Kageyama’s gift, a dress covered with a sunflower pattern. She stands up and realizes it’s kind of short too, barely reaching the middle of her thighs.

“Why did you buy her a dress that short?!” Shouyou starts again.

“How could I know she would outgrow you?! I just got your size!” Kageyama shouts back. “Your gift was too small, too!”

“I didn’t know she was taller than me now!” Shouyou stands and goes to grab it, but Natsu dodges him, laughing. “Natsu! Let’s go exchange it!”

She leaves the room and hears Kageyama tell Shouyou that it can’t be exchanged, followed by more arguing, but Natsu doesn’t care. She’ll keep their gifts.

Some things don’t change. Natsu can see it in the way Shouyou smiles, or hear it in the way he and Kageyama argue, and she couldn’t be more thankful. For years she felt as if everything was moving too fast, her brother leaving to start his own life just as she was old enough to really need his guidance, but now, having him back, she realizes he never truly left.

Shouyou will always be Shouyou, and no matter how tall she grows or how far he goes, he’ll always be her big brother, and she couldn’t have asked for a better one.

#hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #hinata natsu #kagehina #haikyuuwriters #haikyuu!!#claumari writes #?? i guess that's our collab name dasdas #collab

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