Song - Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Anime - Haikyuu!

Characters: Oikawa Tooru and Kageyma Tobio

Rating: K plus for implied homosexuality and groping

Author: MyCasketBetterBeBlack

Status: Completed - no sequels planned.

I want the world in my hands)

Oikawa was known, to Hinata at least, as the Great King.

Greater than Kageyama.

Something which pleased Oikawa. He enjoyed this feeling that came with it. The feeling of power, the exhilarating feeling of being worthwhile, and actually owning something. He loved it. He, after all had to prove him to his adorably useless kouhai.

The more he owned, the lower Tobio-chan would be.

He'd be way high up, and a certain male would have to grovel to him.

He could just feel the tantalising power of it.

But, he was getting carried away.

(I hate the beach

But I stand)

Because, right now he was on a beach.

The worst, effing place in the entire effing world. What's the point in it?

There was no power in it, like the feeling that came with standing in court. And all his moves were restricted, he couldn't move as freely as he wanted, nor could he run to freely set the balls that were thrown at him. He reckoned, setters and beach volleyball didn't really quite go hand-in-hand.

And anyway, another problem he had with the beach was that it reminded him how small, and insignificant he was. The water, waves were so big in comparison with him.

(In California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater)

Shifting his feet uncomfortably at the sight of a familiar boy in the sand — what was he doing in America? — Oikawa made a rather, snide comment, lifting the boy's gaze.

To his surprise, he didn't scowl like he normally would have, but instead he approached the other, like some sort of shy kicked puppy. His eyes had a strangely hopeful look in them.

This made Oikawa scoff.

King of Court?

Please.

More like King of Kicked Puppies and cuteness.

Silently, Kageyama sidled up, watching the sunset too.

A sudden sensation, however startled the other. Looking down, he saw the black hair ever-so-slightly pressing against his grey sweater.

(Let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered)

Fly.

This was what Kageyama had once told him was Karasuno's motto.

Fly.

And he could see it, in the black eyes of the other, Kageyama longed to fly. He was wearing his Karasuno uniform, the same way Oikawa was wearing Aouba Jousai's uniform. A strange sight in America. So, subtly he snaked his arms around his kouhai's waist.

"What are you doing here, Tobio-chan?" He asked him, lifting him teasingly upwards, grunting in surprise at the weight.

"I thought that you might like to spend Christmas with someone," the other responded, a flash of alarm rising at the sudden move, but no more than that.

"Christmas?"

(Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh)

"Yeah," shifting around, the boy placed his head snugly against Oikawa's enticing a small, pleased purr from the older male. "What do you expect to find in a beach in Christmas? Snow?"

"No," the other responded, laying his head in response on top of Kageyama's. "But a Christmas tree might have given it a more Christmassy feeling, you stupid kouhai."

Kageyama didn't seem to mind being called idiot by Oikawa.

He also didn't seem to mind the other's much stronger hands slipping behind his shorts to grope a bit at him.

After all, he didn't like Christmas. Not much.

And this wasn't exactly a Christmas to him.

It was a different sort of Christmas. A sandy, hot (very, very, very hot) Christmas.

"Merry Christmas Kageyama."