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Hinata flings open the door to his room with Kageyama, the buzz of winning his first Olympics match coursing through him. "Ka-" he sings out, before cutting himself off.
Of course Kageyama had made an early retreat to their room, exhausted from having to adjust to the new gym and playing against one of the top teams in the world. Judging from the towel and clothes neatly laid out next to him on the couch, he had probably meant to shower before turning in, but instead succumbed to the lure and comfort of the couch.
Hinata grabs a comforter from one of the beds, intent on covering Kageyama, but stops. He's missed this, seeing the way that Kageyama's wrinkles smooth out in his sleep, the way his mouth loosens a bit from its perpetual tension. They haven't talked about their relationship ever since he got back from Brazil, ever since he played against Kageyama in that first MSBY Jackals vs Schweiden Adlers match.
Maybe it's time.
Hinata releases the comforter to kneel at Kageyama's feet, wanting a better look at the softness of his face as he sleeps. "I've missed you," he murmurs softly, burning Kageyama's sleeping face in his mind.
He takes in Kageyama as a whole, kneeled down at his feet like a worshiper, and the sight of his hands rivets him. Hinata can't help it when he lifts them, holding them as delicately as possible. He strokes them with feather light touches, in awe that these are the hands that set to him. Hinata can't help it when he lowers his head to press kisses against them, kissing each of his fingers, showing his devotion to them.
"I've missed your tosses," he sighs out between the kisses. "They make me feel complete."
Kageyama's hands twitch in his grasp, and Hinata hears a weak "H-hinata you dumbass" above him. He slowly shifts his gaze up, and sees the way red has bloomed across Kageyama's cheeks, the way even the tips of his ears are tinted red, the way that Kageyama can't look at him in the eyes.
He’s stunning like this, and Hinata can't help it when he reaches up for a kiss, cupping Kageyama's face as he brushes his lips against his. The dryness of his lips brings back memories of high school, and "I've missed you" slips out again, but for him to hear this time.
Hinata leans back, taking in the way that the red has fully covered Kageyama, the way that he's flushed and frozen into silence.
The silence stretches between them as they stare at each other. It grows and grows, until its weight becomes too heavy. Hinata breaks eye contact with Kageyama to flee to the bathroom, calling out, "Anyways, I call first dibs for the hot water!", ignoring Kageyama's spluttering from behind him.
In the safety of the locked bathroom, Hinata lets the heat rise to his cheeks, lets the blotchy red color him. He slides down the door, sinking to his knees and letting the chilly tile of the floor cool his feverish face.
"I hadn't meant for him to hear that."