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The Kageyama household is silent, not a sound is heard from inside. Only the pitter patter of rain against the roof and windows, along with the wind rustling trees.
On the second floor, in the room of the youngest Kageyama is the same as the rest of the house. The exception being two boys who are resting, cuddled up on the bed.
No lights are on, so the room is illuminated by whatever light the dense clouds let pass through.
Kageyama is laying on his back, his usual stoic face clear of any wrinkles, breathing deeply yet softly through his nose.
He has one arm wrapped around his partner, who was snuggled up against his chest, drooling. The other hand is holding a sports magazine, opened at the vollyball section.
He wasn’t focusing on it though, opting to take in the serenity of the room.
The sound of rain and occasional thunder from outside got interrupted with Hinata’s soft snoring, prompting him to look down at the small orange head. Instantly he noticed the giant drool stain starting to form on his shirt.
But he doesn’t mind- well at least not anymore… Kageyama has lost count of the amount of times Hinata has fallen asleep on him over the year. After matches or practice, in the bus, sleepovers, even study sessions.
The taller boy chuckles to himself because his lover can, and /will/, sleep everywhere.
He stopped abruptly when Hinata started shifting slightly, his laughter apparently loud enough to rouse his boyfriend.
Kageyama reassures him, “It’s okay go back to sleep, dumbass…” and started running his hand up down the smaller boy’s back.
“Hnn… -‘re the dummy..”
After mumbling some more incomprehensible words, he settles by tightening his arms ,that are looped around Kageyama, and burying his nose in the crook of Kageyama’s neck.
Taking a deep breath he says “you smell so nice, Tobio…” before promptly passing out.
Kageyama dropped the magazine on the ground and started rubbing his quickly reddening face.
‘Ugh this dumbass saying stupid shit while looking this cute’ he could practically feel the heat radiating off his face.
He gave up on reading the sports magazine and instead shifted his position to lay on his side, and wrap his other arm around Hinata.
After pressing a few kisses to the crown of the ginger’s head, he closes his eyes and practically melts into his partner’s warmth.
He can’t help but think, where would he be now if it wasn’t for Hinata? Being around his lover made him feel so full and so loved, to the point he felt like he could float.
His heart stops dead whenever Hinata looks at him, with warm sparkling eyes full of affection.
Hinata, who he thought he’d never see anytime soon after their middle school match, now has a primary spot in his life.
The joy that had been taken away from volleyball when his grandpa died was brought back little by little with every smile sent his way,
with every tossed ball spiked. With every passing day spent with Hianta he felt like his lungs can finally expand to their full capacity. Like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, heart aching less.
He couldn’t say these words out loud, not even if he tried, so he settles for acts of service and physical affection. And Hinata doesn’t need words to feel his love.
They’re basically connected, both physically and figuratively.
But that doesn’t mean they don’t need to communicate. Kageyama shivers remembering their fight when they were first years, he regrets throwing his, at the time, friend on the ground so roughly.
Bringing one hand up to gently ruffle Hinata’s hair, he’s thankful that no serious injuries resulted from that. He wouldn’t have forgiven himself.
The arm around his torso suddenly started rubbing his back, startling him.
“Wha’ are you thinkin’ about s’ loud?”
Pulling away slightly to look down at Hinata, kageyama smiles softly.
“thinking about us… and how I wouldn’t be where i am today without you”
Hinata beams up at him with droopy eyes, “heh sappyama… who knew you were the romantic type…”
At that Kageyama started poking and pinching Hinata’s sides, knowing he was ticklish there.
The small boyfriend started thrashing around, laughing loudly, swatting at Kageyama’s hands trying to stop him. And just like that the silence of the home was broken, the room brightening up with joyous laughter.
Eventually Kageyama stops tormenting his boyfriend, continuing the motions of stroking Hinata’s back. He craned his neck down to nuzzle the wing spiker’s cheek, letting him catch his breath.
Looking at each other with fond eyes and smiles on their lips,
“Let’s go back to sleep… no need to overthink us” Hinata reaches up to hold his face, “but always tell me whenever something bothers you,” leaning up to press a feather light kiss on his lips “and I’ll kiss every doubt away.”
Kageyama hums his agreement, “same goes here, shouyou.”
The serene silence returns but the room doesn’t dim down, it glows with sparks of affection and love from the two vollyball idiots.
Their mutual love of the sport planted seeds for them to start off with, but even outside the court it’s like they’re meant to be.
‘Soulmates’ some might call them, and as true as that is, it’s the effort from both sides keeping them strong and steady.
“…actually Tobio could you let go of me. I need to go pee.”
“……..dumbass”