Kageyama's pov

Hinata's in my shower.

I keep telling myself that it's not a big deal, but nonetheless my hands are still shaking.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Ever since he'd kissed me, it'd been hard to look at him. Even when he just put on my hoodie earlier, I'd overheated at the sight of his tiny figure in the too-big hoodie. Because for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from thinking, he's cute. And then the bastard caught me blushing.

This was all because of the kiss. Was it normal to be this effected by kissing someone? It was my first, after all.

But thinking "he's cute" out of the blue, like it was nothing?! I was losing it.

I sit on my bed, rubbing my face in my hands. I've picked out some clothes he could sleep in, and gotten him extra blankets and pillows so he could sleep comfortably on the floor. I was also prepared to jump in the shower when he gets out, wanting to avoid him as much as possible for a little while.

Because it was Hinata that was making me feel like this, of all people. I'm not supposed to get this worked up over someone like him. For one, he's a freaking guy. Two, he's my teammate.

Three, he's fucking Hinata. Loud, irritating, energetic and idiotic. I have no idea how in the world I've gotten paired with someone like him in the first place. How he ended up being my first kiss, and staying the night at my house.

What was even happening. We'd been acting normal ever since the out of control scene on the couch, but it wasn't the same as before. Being around him was making me tense and unstable, when before, though we get fired up over competing and arguing over dumb things, he was one of the only people I could just "let go" with.

Did we screw that up with Tsukishima's bet? Did making out with him ruin our ability to just be us?

I groan. I'm freaking out over nothing, probably. It had only been a few hours since it had happened anyway. Of course I'm still tense around him. In time, I'm sure we'll be back to normal. I mean, we were still able to play volleyball together. Maybe that was why he'd wanted to play me, to prove to me that we were still the same.

But wow, Hinata seemed to be handling this whole situation really well. He hardly seemed fazed by me, while every thing he did was on my radar and putting me on high alert. Maybe making out with him really wasn't as big of a deal as I was making it out to be. I just need to get a grip.

My throat's dry from our volleyball session earlier, so I figure I'll go get some water. I push myself up, yearning for that shower so I could wash off all this sweat from volleyball. My hand reaches for my doorknob-

And it busts open before I can reach it, and I'm suddenly hitting the floor hard. I'm dazed and on my back, and he's-

He's on top of me.

In nothing but a towel.

I only catch a glimpse of his face- his eyes are humongous and flooded with embarrassment, his blush is the deepest red yet, and his lips are quivering- before he's darting back and hitting my door frame with a force that makes him wince, and he's breathing loudly and his hair is wild and wet and the towel is loose and has slipped down to his hips and with the way he's positioned his thighs are revealed and he's staring at me and he's so scared and I can't-

On auto, my hands bunch into my comforter on my bed beside me and rip it off, and I'm pouncing forward at him with the full-sized blanket, smothering him with it before he can move. "Hinataboke!" I cry, burying him completely against the wall.

His leg kicks out at my chest, trying to push me away, but I only press the comforter down harder. He's struggling underneath me and manages to break one arm free, which he uses to pull the comforter off his head. He surfaces like I'd been drowning him underwater, and his face is way too close to mine. "Kage-"

"Idiot!"

"Y-you're the idiot, idiot!" He shouts back, voice just as distressed. And his trembling lips are so close- and I'm painfully aware of his moving body underneath mine- "Get off!"

I do, bolting backwards. And then we're on the ground, staring at each other again-

He looks so small under the huge blanket, and he squirms to sit upwards and his shoulders are free and I'm reminded that he's not wearing any clothes under my blanket-

I scramble up, snatching my pile of clothes and towel from my desk and dashing out the door, not slowing until I slam the bathroom door behind me.

I lean against the door and press a hand to my mouth, hard, hugging the clothes in my other arm forcefully against my raging chest, wanting to scream. God, this was bad. The way he'd looked, it had made me want-

Oh man.

I push myself off the door and turn the shower on forcefully, stripping quickly and pushing myself into the water. Then I lean my head against the wall and try to get myself to breath.

Relax, damnit. But I can't seem to calm down. I squeeze my eyes shut, digging my nails into my palm. I keep remembering him arching up into me, the pressure of his body sliding against mine. So sensual and raw, like nothing I'd ever felt before. The way his mouth had tasted cool and refreshing, making me want more. The way the sight of that towel sliding up his legs and revealing more of his thighs, his bright huge eyes staring at me-

Fucking hell. I press my head against the shower wall harder, like that'll help, gritting my teeth. Once again, I could feel my blood pulsing and rushing to a place that was hard to admit even in my own head. I just can't even think it- it's too fucking much.

But it's happening regardless, and trying to ignore it was not helping the issue. I can't stop seeing Hinata behind my closed eyes, and it was making my- ahhg.

M-my-

He was... making me hard.

Quickly at the confession in my own head I turn the shower nozzle till its on freezing cold, hissing when it hits me. But I need it to stop, I need to stop thinking about Hinata like this. He's in my goddamn bedroom right now-

This is so bad.

But thankfully the cold water helps a lot and works quickly, and I'm able to get control again though I'm still tense. I force myself to wash myself down and go through the motions, though images of Hinata never stop. I'm so pissed with myself, with the situation. How the hell had all of this even started? My handle over the my feelings- over anything, was practically non-existent at this point. It's fucking terrifying. I keep hearing Hinata's voice, saying "It's not a big deal Kageyama. It's just a kiss." And, just as the moment he'd said it, I feel myself laugh cruelly and mutter "Bullshit" to myself. I stay in the shower for a good forty minutes before I force myself to get out.

The sound of the shower turning off and leaving me in quiet dripping sends my heart pounding again as a dry off. But I have to face him sometime.

I get dressed into my sleeping pants and soft T-shirt, pulling everything on in almost an angry way. My body is tense and still a little shaky, and it makes my movements jerky and hasty. Even after a 45 minute cold shower, I'm still a wreck when I finally open the door. I'm almost in a trance when I move to my bedroom door, which is closed, and for a split moment my hand freezes on the handle and I feel my eyes go wide as my heart constricts again. He's behind this door.

But I'm being stupid. I know I'm being stupid, and it makes me feel that strange fear/anger thing again. He's Hinata. My rival, my teammate. An annoying idiot. Just Hinata, the same Hinata as always. A Hinata I'm more comfortable with than anyone I've ever met before. I'm not letting these damn feelings take that away from me.

The thought makes my heart calm down a bit, and I take a breath before pushing the door open. Nothing was going to change us, I'd make sure of that.

Especially not the sight of his sitting cross legged in the pile of blankets I'd pulled out for him, in my clothes that were way too big for him, turning to look up at me with those damn big eyes. But in spite of my determination, I feel myself freeze up again, no matter how much I don't want to.

But he breaks it. "Ah, I thought you'd died in there."

Fucking ass. I glare at him, closing the door behind myself. "Shut up moron."

Then of all things he has to fucking grin at me. Thankfully he turns away quickly, giving me a second to catch my breath. Despite how much I'd wanted to avoid him and how I'd been reluctant to see him, seeing him grin at me and tease me so easily makes my chest tighten in a strange happiness. And for some reason that, happiness also irritates the hell out of me.

Hinata's effect on me makes no damn sense.

I move to sit on my bed, which is against the wall opposite of the door, and Hinata's laid out his bedding alongside my bed between that area so I have to step around it. I hear him chuckle when I plop down.

I turn to see what he's laughing at when I realize he has my lap top. How I hadn't noticed sooner is a mystery. "How the hell did you guess my password?"

I lean over the edge to see he's browsing some sight with comics- I don't recognize it. He looks up at me, eyes glowing. He seems very happy. It's annoying. "It's not hard to figure out "HQ", Kageyama. Don't worry, I didn't go through your dirty pictures or anything."

I lean farther and almost fall off the bed snatching it away from his lap. "Like I'd have dirty pictures on it, you pervert!" I growl, flustered.

He just laughs and falls back into his bedding, closing his eyes and smiling. "Tsukishima would die if he realized your password was about volleyball. You're so predictable, baka Kageyama."

The mention of Tsukishima makes me grimace. "Well, I bet yours is "small giant" or something stupid like that." I spit in defense of myself.

His eyes fly open, startled. "How did you know?!"

"Wha- of freaking course-"

"Shut up!" He points up at me from his position laying on the ground, blushing. "I guessed yours on the second try, so you have no right to talk!"

"I guessed yours on the first! And I wasn't even trying!" I yowl back. He shrinks a bit at that, still blushing and pressing his lips together, embarrassed. Against all rationality, I still can't help but think he's cute. I whip my head away, focusing on the computer before the thought can get to me. "What were you doing on this thing anyway?"

He drops his arm he'd been pointing. "I dunno, you took so long I got bored. Do you normally take showers that long?"

I "Ch" quietly, annoyed he's asking me, since the reason I'd been in the shower that long was because of him. I scroll on the cite without looking at it, too distracted with trying not to react. "What's so weird about that?" I say lamely, not thinking of anything else to say.

"Ooh~, so Kageyama like's long showers." He rolls to his side, facing toward my bed. "He also likes girly smelling shampoo."

My head flips toward him. "What-" But I'm cut off by a sneeze that strikes me swiftly. When I raise my head, I rub my nose with my hand, glaring at him vividly.

His eyes get wide. "Ah, Kageyama- are you getting sick?!" He sounds half excited, half in disbelief. He points again. "No way!" Okay, definitely too excited. He's smiling.

The murderous feeling is back. "You were the one who fucking said the rain wouldn't make us sick-"

"Well, I'm not sick-"

"And what the hell were you saying about my shampoo smell-"

"Maybe you're sick cause you're an idiot-"

"That doesn't make sense-" Then I stop mid sentence, recalling how the majority of my shower had been cold. The thought hits me hard.

Hinata pushes himself up, crawling over to the side of the bed beside me and raising himself on his knees. "Wow, he's finally accepting it." Before I realize what he's doing he's pulled away the hand from my nose with one hand and tapping it lightly with the other.

"Wha-"

"That Kageyama's an idiot." He cocks his head to the side and smiles brightly at me, radiating innocence.

"Hinata-" Meanwhile, I'm radiating the intent to kill. With my free hand that's not being held by Hinata's small grip, I grab his head much like I do on the court when he pisses me off, eyes going into that furious blank look that freaks him out.

Hinata's smile quickly is replaced by his familiar look of terror and he snatches his hand back from my nose, mouth quivering. "Waah~ I take it back Kageyama~" He whines as I squeeze, body going stiff. He shuts his eyes. "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm sorryyy-"

I loosen my grip but don't remove my hand from his head. He hasn't let go of my wrist either, and is squeezing it just as hard as I'd been squeezing his head, though he doesn't seem to realize it and it has little effect since his hands are so small. He squints open one eye first, lips parted carefully and letting his body relax slowly when he realizes I don't have the intent to kill anymore. When he opens both eyes, he gives me a cautious strange look. "Um, Kageyama?"

I'm unable to move. I'm unable to look away. It's the strangest position, my hand in his hair, my wrist in his hand, me leaning to the edge of my bed while he sits up on his knees to reach me. His free hand that he'd retracted from my nose is curled in front of his chest from when he'd been cowering from me, and he clenches it and swallows when I continue to stare at him, a blank feeling setting into me, eyes big and worried, sort of confused.

He really is the cutest thing.

I blush lightly at that, eyes falling half mast. His hair is so soft, and I can't stop staring at his slightly parted lips and the beautiful strange light brown that is unique to his eyes, and the way his hand tightens against my wrist feels comforting somehow. I can feel all the tension leaving me, and all I can think is-

Hinata.

"Ka-Kageyama-" He's blushing now too, probably because of the way I'm staring at him. He squirms and looks thoroughly confused and needy at the same time. "What is it? O-oi..."

His voice is the worst thing. I remember how I used to find it slightly annoying; now I just want to hear him talk. I want to hear him scream and get excited, pout and whine at me, sing his stupid songs, tease me, say my name, call for my toss. I want to hear him make those noises he had been making when we'd been on the couch earlier today. Definitely that last one.

God, I love his voice.

The effortless thought causes me to stiffen immediately and I feel my eyes go wide, shoving his head back with probably too much force as I rip out of his grasp. He yowls, flailing backwards, and I push myself away from the edge of the bed.

"What the hell Kageyama?!" He snaps, pushing himself back up, still dusted red. He looks pissed off and flustered, a good looking combination on Hinata.

I ignore that, glaring at him before getting under my covers. "We have school tomorrow morning and it's 11. I'm going to sleep."

"What- why the hell were you staring-"

I keep getting situated. "No more talking, sleep."

"OI I'M TALKING TO YOU BAKA-"

"Quiet, you'll bother my parents-"

"Then don't fucking ignore-" I reach over and shut off the light. "Goddamnit stupid Kageyama!" He stage whispers at me angrily.

"Shut up airhead." I groan, squirming in my spot. I cough once lightly, but it still makes me grimace. I sure as hell better not be sick.

"You're the worst." I can hear him squirming around angrily in his covers.

"You're the stupidest." I mutter back, already feeling the exhaustion from today setting in.

"What a stupid insult."

"What a stupid mouth."

He actually laughs at that one. "You seemed to like my mouth."

I takes me a second to realize what he'd said. My relaxed sleepy body is instantly flings over to the edge of the bed and I'm practically screaming "HINATA-" He's now busting up laughing, rolling back and forth and covering his face as I stare at him horrified in utter disbelief. "YOU FUCKING-"

He pounces up at me, covering my mouth with his hand. "Shu-shush, I don't want your parents to hate me." He's grinning from ear to ear, voice filled with suppressed laughter, eyes bright and ecstatic even in the dark. All I can think is, he's fearless. He can't hold in the laughter for long though and he falls back to shove his face into a pillow, shoulders shaking.

I can't believe him. He not only blatantly brought it up, he made a fucking joke about it-

I throw myself back into the bed, wrapping into my covers hastily, flushed. "Goddamnit Hinata." I grumble, mostly to myself.

He hears me, and I head him rolling over, sighing and calming his laughter. "Ah, sorry sorry. Couldn't help it."

I just scoff at him, burrowing further into my blanket. I don't know what to say- him saying that had almost caused me to jump down on him. To do what? I'm not sure. ...But that's a lie.

I realize I've given Hinata my favorite pillow, which makes me think of telling him to just get on the bed, but the thought makes my heart pick up and I know that's not a good idea if I ever want to actually sleep. Instead, I just growl. "Go to sleep."

"Mm, Kageyama?" He sounds sleepy.

"What?" I sound even more tired.

"Goodniiight~"

"Stupid dork." I spit automatically. A moment passes before I grumpily add a short "Night."

He laughs softly, happily.

That's the last sound I hear from him as we both drift off.