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"Hinata."
"¿Hm?"
"Do you know I’ve always loved you?"
Hinata Shoyo nearly drowned with the beer he was drinking. He looked, his eyes almost out of the sockets, at the black-haired man sitting next to him.
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" he asked in a pitched voice, maybe too pitched.
Hinata must had misunderstood. Yes, it must had been that! There was no chance of Kageyama Tobio. This Kageyama Tobio, with whom he has had mixed feelings since fucking high school, had just said what he thinks he said. No fucking way.
Kageyama looked at him with a harsh gaze, which he was already used to. However, his cheeks and ears were red. He linked it to the repeated shots of tequila that, for some reason that he hadn't understood, he had drunk fervently. He thought that, maybe, he had become an occasional drinker and that's why he had invited him to that bar to meet each other again. After all, it had been years since they had last met.
"I asked you if you knew that I’ve always loved you."
And the bastard just repeated it. Like it was the most normal thing in the world, like he had asked him what he had for lunch yesterday or what was the last movie he had seen in the cinema.
Like he literally hadn't just fucking confessed.
It took Hinata a few minutes to process that information, and he hadn't fully assimilated yet.
"I’m sorry. What?!"
"I asked you if you knew that I-"
"I already understood that!"
"So, what’s the matter?"
The ginger looked at him, expecting him to tell him it was all a joke; a really cruel one, but a joke. However, the dumbass just stared at him, like if he didn’t really understand the seriousness of the situation.
"Okay, Bakayama." he got close to him, hoping to talk some sense to the few functional neurons that he prayed would still there. "You’re aware of what you just said, right?"
"Yeah. I asked you if you knew that I’ve always loved you."
Hinata could feel something inside him collapse completely. Kageyama looked so fucking normal about it. The bastard was literally confessing and it didn’t seem to be affected at all, meanwhile he felt his cheeks burning.
"Y-You really know what that means, right?"
Kageyama seemed to think for a moment and Hinata hoped he had gotten two of his neurons to connect.
"It means that... I love you?"
The ginger grabbed him by the cheeks to make him concentrate, as much as possible. His hands were shaking.
"Why are you even saying that?!"
"Because I love you."
"No, you don't!"
"Yes, I do."
He gritted his teeth in hopes of not letting out a frustration cry. One thing he had learned after years of having those mixed feelings for him, was to be skeptical when he thought it might be reciprocal. And if, in order to protect his heart again from delusion, he had to be that way too when he told straight to him, he would.
I won't go through it. Not again.
"Your face is almost the same color as your hair... You’re so pretty." he said, dragging the words.
He smiled at him. It was a small and adorable, very adorable, smile.
Hinata moved away from him and hid his face on the table of that bar, screaming in silence.
What the fuck?! I didn’t even know he could smile without looking constipated!
"Why do you say that?!"
"Because you’re pretty."
Hinata moved away a little from the table to look at him. His fucking handsome face was red and he looked a little stunned. He was obviously drunk.
That’s when he understood everything.
"That’s it!" he cried out, rising suddenly and frightening the tallest.
"What-?"
"You’re drunk, Kageyama! Very, very drunk! Of course, you have no idea what you’re saying!"
Kageyama frowned.
"That’s not true."
"Of course it is! You don’t even know why you’re saying what you’re saying! Don't you?" he exclaimed, in relief. "It’s better in this way because if not... Kageyama!?"
Before he could notice, the black-haired man had risen from his chair and was leaving the bar rather awkwardly.
"Kageyama!? Where are you going?!"
But he just ignored him and left the place.
Hinata got out of there as fast as he could; it took a while because he had to pay the bill. On the street, he couldn’t see the setter anywhere.
"Kageyama!" he called him, already getting nervous.
He couldn’t have gone so far with how drunk he was, right? Why the fuck did he get away?! I didn’t say anything wrong!... Did I?
He hadn't been wandering much when, in a small alley, he saw a man, too tall to be unnoticed, sitting while hugging his knees.
"Kageyama." he said his name, gently, and touched his shoulder.
The black-haired man focused his blue eyes on him; they were glassy and he was pouting. After a few seconds, he hid again on his knees.
Wait! Was he crying?!
"Hey... What did I say that was so bad?" he squatted to be close to him.
He growled a little, still hiding himself.
"You know... if you don’t tell me, I won’t know and I won’t be able to apologize properly."
"I-I did tell you! Dumbass!" he replied, obviously annoyed, hiccupping.
"What?"
Kageyama let his face be seen; his eyes were still watery and he was frowning.
"Why don’t you believe me when I say that I love you?!" he protested, like he was a little boy who claims he’s old enough to watch TV late.
Was that!?
"Because you don't!"
Why are you lying to me?! Why are you so cruel?
"You don’t know that, dumbass!"
"Of course, I-"
He couldn't finish because some big hands took his face and brought him closer to his owner.
He hadn't assimilated it when he felt Kageyama’s lips on his.
For a millisecond he thought he would panic and, intuitively, push him.
But that didn't happen.
He felt his mind completely emptied of all that fear of misinterpreting the situation again; of misinterpreting him again, along with those mixed feelings that, maybe, weren't as mixed as he thought. During that moment, he simply immersed in those soft, wet lips that were moving with pause and care on his; as if he were taking his time to taste him, as if he really had been waiting all his life for that moment.
All of this... is it reciprocal? Is really it?
They separated after a few minutes and regained some breath.
They were still too close to each other. The ginger tried to avoid those blue eyes, but they found him every time.
"Shoyo."
Hinata was going to burst.
When did his voice become so soft?! How dare he call me Shoyo with that fucking soft voice?!
"I love you. I’ve always loved you."
Always?
"You...? Really?"
Kageyama nodded, but he saw tears falling down his cheeks and got panic.
"What's wrong!?"
"D-Don’t deny my feelings, dumbass!"
"I’m sorry!" he exclaimed, and almost instinctively, hugged him. "I’m sorry, Tobio. I won’t."
He sniffled a little on his shoulder, surrounding him, too, with his arms.
"Why are you so mean?"
"Me?! You are! I... I couldn't have even guessed that you could love... me."
And when I hoped, I just saw it vanish at all.
Kageyama squeezed him a little.
"I do. I really do."
This feels real. This is real after all and... it doesn’t feel like it was going to vanish.
The words "I love you too" got stuck in his throat.
I'm so scared.
"You're so warm... How did I to wait so many years to surround myself in your warmth?" mumbled on his skin, making him shudder.
I can say the same, Tobio.
Kageyama hadn't loosened his arms around his waist even a bit, but Hinata thought they should do something. He didn’t want to break that moment for anything in the world; not with the years he had dreamt about something like that, but they had to come back to reality, at least for a moment, and talk about everything they hadn't been able to until now.
"Hey... We should stand up, don’t you think?"
He didn't expect a whining as a response.
"What's wrong now?!"
"P-Please... Don't leave..." he hugged him stronger. "If you leave... this will become just a dream again."
Just a dream…
Hinata thought he felt on his own skin the Kageyama’s fear of his heart breaking. After all, it was the same for him.
He kissed his forehead lovingly.
"So, what do you think about staying over in my apartment tonight?"
We have to leave this dream, come back to reality. That's true, but... it doesn’t have to be something bad, right?
Kageyama separated of him, just a little bit, and looked at him with his blue eyes almost shining.
"Are you serious?"
"Uh-Huh. Anyway, my apartment is the nearest, and if I leave you alone in the condition, you’re in, there's no way you make it in one piece."
"I’m totally fine!" he protested, just because he was a dumbass who loved to protest.
You're still Kageyama Tobio after all.
"Are you coming or not, Bakayama?"
And I've always loved you for that.
Hinata stood up and extended his hand to Kageyama; who, without a second thought, took it. He staggered a little as he stood, but his eyes stayed bright looking to the ginger.
"I love you so much, Shoyo."
Hinata’s heart turned upside down. The fucking alcohol was the only reason he wasn't dying of embarrassed like him.
"W-Well, let’s go! Let’s see if we get there before you pass out."
He’s brave to say it, even being that drunk... I guess I’m a coward.
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Hinata’s apartment wasn't too far away. Under normal circumstances, they would have arrived in about 15 minutes.
However, those were clearly not normal circumstances.
The ginger had had to carry the bulk of the weight of his tallest, and especially heavier, partner, as he barely managed to stand. That, by itself, wouldn’t have been a big problem, if he hadn’t, at some point, started to be very open about his thoughts.
Maybe too open.
"But I've always liked you, you know? In high school, you used to be so... small and cute that you drove me crazy. Then we met again and... Oh. My. God."
"K-Kageyama, can you-?"
"You’re still a dwarf, that’s for sure, but your legs. What the hell with your legs, Shoyo?! Your calves are so muscular that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the match for staying there staring at them. Or your thighs, fuck me, your thighs! They’re so thick and the way they tensioned when you moved made me wish they’d crush my head like a watermelon."
"K-Kageyama!"
Hinata wasn't ready mentally to hear his impossible, not so impossible, high school love saying obscenities about his body. And he really thought he never would have been ready for that.
He noticed how Kageyama looked down, in fact, at his thighs kinda uncovered by his short pants.
"D-Don’t look at them!"
"But they’re so gorgeous."
"D-Don’t do it!"
The black-haired man stayed in silence for a moment and Hinata thought that, at last, he had bored of being a fucking pervert.
"Oh, and there is also your butt. Don’t make me talk about your butt, it’s so-"
"All right! That’s enough!"
Hinata did his best sitting Kageyama on the sidewalk, in front of a mini-market.
"I’ll go to buy something. Be a good boy and wait for me here, okay?"
The drunk man seemed to be slow to process what he had said; his cheeks quickly blushed.
"It kinda turn me on you call me good boy."
I really didn't need to know that!
"J-Just wait me here!" he exclaimed and, looking around and being sure there were no people, gave him a little kiss on his lips. "Please?"
His eyes shone and he nodded effusively.
Oh, God. He’s so cute.
He entered in that market to buy something specific; something that, if the years he had known Kageyama Tobio had served of something, would keep him quiet, at least, until he arrived at his apartment. He also took some headache pills because he was pretty sure the man would wake up the next morning with a hangover for ten people. While he was paying, he glanced outside to see how he was, and if he hadn't fallen down on the street yet, but he was still there; looking like an obedient child.
He’s really cute. Well... he always has been, but it’s nice not to see him frown for everything.
"Did you survive without me?" he joked when he returned with him to the sidewalk.
"I didn’t." he pouted.
"Hm? What happened?" he sat beside him.
"I missed you a lot."
Fatality.
He can’t be this crybaby when he’s drunk! He must be playing up! Right?!
Something in that pouty face told him he wasn’t playing up at all. He might laugh about it later, but now he had to make sure his heart didn’t shoot out of his chest.
"W-Well… I bought you something."
"Really? Why?"
"Because... you deserve it."
And I deserve not to lose what’s left of my sanity until we get home.
His cheeks and ears took on a reddish color and he looked, suddenly, shy for the first time that night.
Hinata gave him a small box of milk, the same one he used to drink a lot in high school.
"You still like this, right? The blue one with the giraffe drawing?"
Kageyama looked frozen in the place. The ginger thought that, maybe, he had now become lactose intolerant or something like that.
"Do you... do you remember it?" he asked, softly.
"How could I not? You drank them like your life depended on it, even before the matches! I can’t believe you had never shitted your pants or anything."
It was just a box milk, but he took it with so gentle hands.
"Thanks, Shoyo."
He sounded so adorable that squeezed his heart.
"O-Oh. I-It’s nothing. Just-"
"I love you."
Now he felt his heart rush dangerously fast and the warm blush spread across his face.
That's not fair!
Hinata broke the distance between both and kissed him. It was a tender, slow kiss. Unlike the last one, he gave himself the right to be a little more ambitious, and a little less distrustful, he stroked his cheek softly. It felt warm.
I'm still a coward... I hope this could mean something.
He separated after a few minutes and smiled at him widely.
"Do we continue on our way?"
The black-haired man nodded, but he looked kinda stunned by the kiss.
They stood, the tallest with Hinata’s help, and started to walk. The ginger still had to carry the weight of the guy next to him, but it was considerably easier when he wasn’t saying one obscene comment after another. He glanced at him sideways and smiled at himself; he had that expression with blushing cheeks, slightly furrowed lips and bright eyes, which he put on whenever he was happy.
I guess I’m happy too.
They had walked a little when Kageyama held that milk box in front to his face.
"Do you want some?" he asked, shyly.
Deja vu.
"O-Oh. Yeah."
He took a small sip of the straw.
"Thanks."
"That's okay." he mumbled, looking away trying to hide his embarrassment.
The ginger smiled without notice.
"You know what?" the shorter asked.
"What?"
"One of... One of my most cherished memories in high school is a normal day you decided to share your milk box with me." he remembered, laughing. " It’s really silly, I know, but you used to be so mean! I felt almost blessed when you wanted to share anything with me."
The man pulled a strange face.
"Was I... Was I so mean to you?"
Hinata was taken aback for a moment; a little by the question and another little because his mood seemed to had changed.
Is he sad?
"I... You know, I can't say no." he was honest, but he laughed a little, maybe, to soften it up. "You were good to me, though. You knew what to say to avoid I discouraged and not just during matches, you encouraged me to always be a little better, you wanted to spend time with me as much as I wanted to spend time with you and other things more. I guess in those moments I could believe that... I was as important to you as you were to me, but then there were other moments where you... You were a little mean, you know? a little cruel and that hope just disappeared."
Hinata pulled all that out of his chest without thinking it at all, but he didn't think he regret. He just kept walking, without taking a look at the man face next to him.
"I’m sorry." he mumbled, sounding definitely sad. "I never wanted to be mean with anyone, much less with you."
And that was a broken heart; if ever the ginger had heard one.
"Don’t think about it!" he tried to cheer him up. "We were teenagers! It’s normal to be a bit of an asshole! I was too!"
He didn’t want him to feel sad. Not when he’d been so happy, just a few minutes ago.
High school had over. I can’t condemn him for that and... I shouldn't be coward of something isn't even real anymore either.
"Y-Yeah. I guess you’re right." he sounded everything, but convincing.
They stayed in silence until they arrived at his building.
"This is where I live!" Hinata announced, stopping. "Do you think you can stand by yourself just for a moment while I open the door, Yamayama?"
"Of course I can."
He looked arrogant as always. Hinata smiled at himself.
He let him go, trying to leave him with some stability, and opened the door without any problem. However, when he turned back to get back his drunken fool, he was, nothing more and nothing less, lying on the floor.
"Kageyama!? Are you okay?!"
He quickly helped him stand up again. It was a surprise, maybe not too much, that he started to cry.
"Are you hurt?!"
Kageyama denied with his head, almost dramatically.
"So, what happened?!"
"I-I told you I could stand without your help... b-but I couldn't."
OH, GOD. HE’S JUST A BABY.
"Tobio. Don’t worry about that, okay?" he closed to him and hugged him. "You're so drunk that I’m impressed you lasted more than 10 seconds without me."
"I just disappoint you. Again, and again." he said on his shoulder.
"Don't exaggerate! I couldn’t be disappointed for something like that!"
"But I disappointed you every time I was mean to you, didn't I?"
Hinata couldn't react; he really didn’t know how. He didn't think that he’d been dancing around so much about it, or that he could feel guilt.
"If I..." he mumbled. "If I hadn’t been that mean with you in high school, would you have accepted my feelings?"
Hinata hugged him, a little bit tighter.
"You know, I... I never said I didn't accept your feelings." he mumbled in his ear.
Kageyama stepped back from him, just a little, and looked at him with those blue eyes that were shining more than ever.
"Do you-?"
"Hey, why don’t we go up to the apartment? My hip will start to hurt if I keep carrying you like this."
I'm sorry. I’m still a coward after all.
He looked he was going to say something, but just nodded.
The way to the elevator and, later, to his apartment was quick. Although when he took off both of their shoes and sat the black-haired man on his sofa, he was pretty sure he had carried the more than 80 kilograms in full, so without much ceremony he sat next to him.
"You brought me here, Shoyo. You’re very strong now." he turned towards him.
"Really? Was that a compliment or another obscene comment?" he joked, turning too and looking at him.
The man looked to be thinking.
"Uhm... Both?"
Hinata laughed, but noticed Kageyama kept looking at him with a soft smile, before glancing around with apparent curiosity.
"Your apartment is nice."
"Thanks. I haven’t lived here so long, so it still looks kinda bored."
"Are you not into minimalism?"
"Hell no! It’s as if the rooms lose the essence that makes them inhabited; disorder, color is what brings them life, don’t you think?"
"Yeah, maybe."
"What about you?"
Kageyama moved a little in his place.
"My apartment is pretty minimalist, pretty lifeless I guess."
"But you like it?"
He shrugged.
"I guess it’s okay for a place to live, pretty much like me."
"Do you consider yourself lifeless?!"
"Am I not?"
"What the fuck?! Of course not!" he refuted determinate. "Someone lifeless wouldn't be the passionate that you are for volleyball or even milk boxes! Someone lifeless wouldn't... Someone lifeless wouldn't have gotten that much drunk in a bar and... confessed his feelings."
He was completely embarrassed and looked away, hoping his cheeks stopped burning him.
"Do you... think so?"
"I do." declared, without looking at him.
"I love you so much, Shoyo."
Well, that doesn't help me at all!
"Y-You... you just keep saying it again and again."
"Because I feel it."
"You can feel it and still... not be brave enough to say it."
Kageyama hesitated for a moment.
"Is that... Is that what happens to you?"
"Yes. No. I don’t know. Agh! This is not fair! I would be brave too if I had low alcohol tolerance like you!"
"Well, I didn't know I had low alcohol tolerance. I had never drunk more than a few wine glasses with Miwa in some festivities."
WHAT?!
"Wait, wait, what?!" he asked, looking at him and not believing it at all. "You never drank more than a few wine glasses and you just decided go to a bar to ask for tequila?! Are you serious?!"
Kageyama shrugged.
"I read that could help to take courage."
Hinata didn’t believe what he was listening. It was too fucking absurd that he wasn't sure if he must burst into laughter or be shocked.
"To take courage?! Why did you want to take courage?!"
"Because I wanted to tell you that I love you."
WHAT DID HE JUST SAID?!
The shock won. Definitely.
"Y-You... You drank all of that tequila to take courage to... confess?"
He wanted to be sure that he wasn’t reaching the wrong conclusion somehow.
Kageyama looked at him, blinking several times.
"Wasn't obvious?"
Double fatality.
He planned it?! He really planned it?! And I understand everything just now?!
"T-That was stupid anyway! You could have thrown up or blacked out!"
"But it didn't happen."
He’s a fucking idiot. A fucking idiot in love apparently! But a fucking idiot after all.
If he wasn’t so shocked, that would have been the best laugh of his life, but, at the time, he had to assimilate everything that was in front of him.
"I didn’t think you could be so... fearless, you know? And I never thought... I could be so important to you."
Kageyama closer him and stroked his cheek.
"You always have been." he said, in a soft voice. "When you stayed by my side, when you helped me accept everything that I had hated about me for a long time, when you were my someone even better. When it was just you, and somehow I always wanted it to be just you."
He kissed him. Just an instant.
"I love you, Shoyo. I love you so much and... God, I never thought I would be brave enough to tell you. I mean, I had to drink almost a bottle of tequila to do it! But here I am and I love you. I don’t even know how many times I’ve told you tonight, but it doesn’t feel enough and I'm not sure if it’ll ever feel enough."
Hinata felt his watery eyes. He hugged him, grabbing tightly, and dropping some tears on his shirt.
"I love you, Shoyo. Please... please love me back."
He hugged him a little tighter.
"You’re very drunk, Tobio."
"I still love you!"
"I’m not saying you don't!" he separated a little bit and took his cheeks. "But you’re very drunk. You won’t remember any of this tomorrow! So... Tell me that tomorrow when you’re sober, okay? We’ll both be lucid and embarrassed; we’ll be on an equal footing."
The black-haired man pouted.
"You gonna tell me you don’t love me?"
He filled her lungs with air, and his body with courage.
"I won't."
Kageyama stayed quiet for a moment.
"You gonna tell me… you love me?"
"I will."
The air came out, but the courage stayed with him.
It took Kageyama several minutes to process that reply.
"Do you love me?"
"I love you." he stroked his cheeks gently, they were still warm, maybe a little more than before. "I love you, Tobio. I want to say it and that you can remember."
He stayed quiet for a moment again.
"There’s no way I’ll forget this, Shoyo. I've... I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life; how could I forget it?"
Hinata laughed softly.
"Yeah, that would what is expected for someone who’s not fearless idiot and doesn’t have that many shots of tequila in his blood."
"Do you think I’ll forget?"
"Probably. And, to be honest, I should kick your ass for that."
"I won’t forget. No way."
"Uhm... Are you that sure? Well, okay. I believe you, but if you forget, which is very, very likely, I’ll really kick your ass."
"Deal."
Hinata smiled and started to play with Kageyama’s short bangs.
"Hey. If I... If I don’t, will you remind me?"
"Oya? Are you already giving me the reason?"
"I-I don’t... just in case."
The ginger kissed him. It was a slow, deep kiss that lasted until they needed to breath.
"I’ll remind you, especially the embarrassing moments."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
And I will keep that promise. Even though you can't even remember that I was supposed to do it.
That blue eyes alternated between brown eyes and pink lips.
"I love you, Shoyo."
"I love you, Tobio."
I’m telling you. I’m really being brave enough to tell you.
Before he could think about it, Kageyama had leaned close to him and kissed him. And it hadn’t been much longer, when the black-haired man was, in fact, on top of him still kissing him. The moment had risen, maybe, too fast, but his brain was busier paying attention to other sensations to make it matter even a bit. He could already feel a slight, but insistent, fiddling between his tongues, as his hands patiently wandered across the wide back of the taller; who, for his part, had started to caress his thigh over his sports shorts.
The ginger was pretty sure they would have continued like that, if it had not been for a certain situation.
At some point, Hinata could feel Kageyama deepen his caresses on his thigh by slowly sliding his hand through the bottom of his shorts. This also triggered two situations. The first was a pretty intense palpitation between his legs,very close to where, now, the tallest had drawn close his hand. The second was, in fact, something that he felt sticking near his abdomen. Something especially hard.
Yep. This is rising dangerously fast.
Hinata pushed him away, abruptly separating from him.
"I-I think we should stop here." he said trying to stabilize his breathing.
And, well, also stabilize his horniness.
Kageyama looked to take longer than usual to process what he said. Hinata wasn't sure whether the reason was how drunk he still was or the fact that he had already turned on.
"Are we going too fast?"
"No! I mean, yes! But that’s not the point!"
The man bowed his head on one side. He looked to have no idea what he meant, or anything at all actually.
"Tobio." he said softly, as he held his hands. "Remember what we talked about a few minutes ago? That there’s no way you’ll remember this tomorrow?"
Kageyama looked at him with bright eyes and a kinda silly expression, but didn't respond.
"Kageyama!"
"I’m sorry. You... You’re so pretty."
Can you help me just for a minute?!
"Do you remember or not?!"
He looked to be doing his best to remember. It was cute.
"Yeah, I won’t remember any of this tomorrow."
"Exactly. And what does that mean?"
Hinata could almost see his last neurons working at full speed.
"That... That I won’t remember any of this tomorrow?"
"That’s right! Do you think it would be okay that we do something and you couldn't remember it tomorrow?"
He thought for a moment.
"With something do you mean having sex?"
That was a really unnecessary question!
"I-I mean anything, Tobio!" he replied, maybe, too defensive. "I just... You’ve been waiting for this for long time, haven’t you? So, have I. I want you can remember it and don't do anything you’ll regret later."
Kageyama looked at him and smiled in a way that Hinata felt as if he were melting.
"I could tell you that I love you, Shoyo, after all these years. That’s reason enough to never want to regret."
The ginger smiled him back.
"I’ll wait for you to tell me that tomorrow."
The black-haired man softly squeezed his intertwined hands, before bringing them closer to him and kissing them.
"Me too."
He looked his eyes for an instant. They looked a bit tired, but they were still bright. They were still full of love.
They have always looked at me in that way?
"Hey, want to go to bed? I bet you’re tired."
Kageyama denied, maybe too theatrically, with his head.
"I’m not."
"Of course you are! Why are you lying?"
He stood up and, without giving the dumbass a choice, helped him stand up too. He didn’t protest too much while taking him to his bedroom. There, he sat him, carefully, at the edge of his bed.
"Stay there while I look for the futon, okay?" Hinata looked around the room. "I’m sure I put it somewhere-"
He couldn't almost react when he was taken, abruptly, by the waist and pushed straight to the bed.
"Tobio!"
"Can I sleep with you?" he mumbled, clinging to him. "Please?"
WHAT THE HELL. HOW IS HE SO FUCKING ADORABLE?!
He felt him cuddle up in his chest and Hinata wondered If it would be had any recorded death for excess adorableness.
"Tobio. You’re drunk-"
"I know!" he exclaimed. " I know. I probably won’t remember any of this tomorrow, but my skin will... and you will."
Maybe I’ll be the first recorded man to die for excess adorableness... or maybe love.
Hinata thought and, after a few seconds, kissed him on the forehead.
"Okay."
He took a blanket to cover, disorderly, them.
"I’ll make sure to remind you everything tomorrow. So, you better be prepared to die of embarrassing."
Kageyama hugged him a little tighter, being, if it was possible, even closer to him.
"Okay."
Hinata was gently stroking his hair and could feel how he trembled under him.
"You know, I never thought you were a cuddle person."
"I am not." he mumbled on his skin, feeling his voice on his whole body. "It’s you. Only you."
Yeah, you definitely want me to die.
"Well... Good to know."
"I love you, Shoyo."
"I love you, Tobio."
"Thanks for accepting my feelings. And accepting me."
Thanks to you for taking the courage to say it first. Even if it was with a damn tequila bottle.
"I could never reject a so handsome guy who’s more six feet tall."
"So, you only love me because I’m handsome?" he grumbled.
"Funny coming from the guy who spent 10 minutes straight saying dirty things about my thighs!"
"But they’re so-!"
Hinata lifted his chin and kissed him. On the one hand, because he knew the pervert wouldn’t shut his mouth for the next half hour and, on the other hand, maybe a little bigger, because he already missed kissing him.
"I love you, Bakayama. And it’s not just because you’re handsome."
I feel so confident when I tell you.
Kageyama kissed him back.
I never thought I could feel so confident telling you I love you.
The black-haired man got comfortable into his chest and, after a few minutes, Hinata noticed that he was already sleeping. It wasn't a really surprise, since he met him, the guy had an enviable ease to sleep and, maybe, sped up the process that he kept stroking softly his hair. The ginger was tired too, he could have already fallen asleep.
But he tried to stay awake.
He wandered, over and over, through all that had happened as he enjoyed the calm breathing of the tallest above his skin and his hold on his waist, which, although he was asleep, remained strong; as if he were afraid to him leave his side.
Hinata wouldn't do it though. Never.
I never thought you felt that way about me. I never thought you could keep such strong feelings inside you... and that they were there because of me. I never thought there had been any reason to that.
But were there, and, apparently, they’d always been there. Feeling strong enough, on the verge enough, to do the idiocy of drinking almost a whole bottle of tequila to have the courage to finally pulled all out his heart.
I... I never would have done it. I never would have even considered it. Although I always knew the immense love, I've always had for you... I thought it was a nonsense think I had a chance.
Hinata stroked his ear absently, feeling him moving slightly.
I was always okay with seeing you from afar; yearning for those moments where our worlds become, momentarily, one only during some matches. Hoping that, maybe and only maybe, we could stay in that world in common. That, maybe, we could choose to do so.
Even if it wasn’t a real hope after all. Even if it was just a dream that would keep unfinished until, maybe, it wasn't dreamed anymore.
It’s really funny because I'm someone with too much ambition. I never think so much the things I wanna do, but with you... I always felt strange with you. I felt scared.
"Who would have thought..." he mumbled, making sure not to wake him. "Who would have thought that all this time you felt the same?"
I could always read you or understand what you were feeling, even when you didn’t want to accept it yet, but, still, I couldn't have guessed. I could never have guessed all of that love you could harbor in your apparent Grinch heart.
Hinata kissed his forehead.
And that love could be for me. And only for me.
"Thank you. I love you so much."
When his eyes began to weigh him, he got comfortable, enjoying the warmth, kinda heavy, on his chest and prepared to sleep. Wishing, maybe, to dream of all the happiness, all the love, that he was feeling.
"Good night, Tobio."
You have no idea how much I wished us to choose to stay in our world in common. Together.
And slowly and warmly, he lost consciousness.