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“Ayyyy Hinata!” Tanaka whooped, “Who knew you were getting more than your upperclassmen, huh?”
Shoyou turned slightly to face the boy, confusion written all over his face.
“So, who is she? That one super cute girl from your class maybe? Oh! Oh! Or the one who pulled you aside before practice the other day? Damn I’m so jealous!” Noya piped in, slinging an arm around Tanaka’s shoulders.
Shoyou was quiet for a moment before looking for his reflection in the locker room mirror. He had been changing for practice before the onslaught of questions. Upon closer inspection, he could see remnants of the night before lacing his shoulder blade. Ah, they had gotten a bit carried away, but it was a special night. They hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks, so he supposes he should’ve expected his boyfriend to be a little pent up.
Soft moans filled the cool night air. Moonlight streaming in through the curtains, kisses being exchanged on silk bed sheets. Tooru’s tongue on his lips, in his mouth. Trailing down his jawline, teeth sinking into his collarbone.
Shoyou flushed deeply at the memory.
“Oh wow…” he muttered, sheepishly.
“That’s all you have to say for yourself? Come on, give us the details!”
Shoyou wasn’t sure how he was going to get out of this. He hadn’t exactly discussed whether they were going to tell their teammates, but it had been so long without mentioning anything that it felt a bit awkward to bring up.
“Ah, sorry this is incredibly embarrassing… Can you guys not mention this to the others? It’s not really something I want to talk about.”
“Mention what to the others?” Suga’s voice came as the rest of his teammates filtered into the locker room.
“Nothing-” Shoyou started, shrugging his shirt on, but not before Tanaka could shout in tandem, “His loveeeebites!” with a mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Tanaka, that’s not the kind of thing you expose without permission. Sounds like he wanted to keep it private…” Daichi scolded.
The boy scratched his head, having the sense to be slightly apologetic, before his partner in crime spoke up; “welllllll, now that it’s out in the open, who are they from!?”
“Um, ah, that’s… kinda… none of your business?”
“C’mon, if you don’t tell us we’re just gonna ask around until we find out ourselves.”
“Y’know Hinata,” Suga began, “they’re not kidding. Last time Ennoshita had a girlfriend, they stalked him AND her. It’s better just to get it over with.”
Shoyou thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of flat-out lying to their faces.
He could act like they guessed right, but that would be unfair to the girl whose confession he rejected just a few days ago. A bit too cruel for his taste. He could try to evade, escape to the serious atmosphere of the gym and disappear before they could question him after practice, but they wouldn’t really relent.
“You can ask three questions. That’s all I’m giving you.” Shoyou concluded, bracing himself.
“What year is she?”
“Third.” He replied, blatantly ignoring the incorrect assumption about his sexuality.
“Ohoho, someone’s dating up I see.” Shoyou blushed at that, feeling sheepish about the nature of his forbidden relationship.
“Ha, you could say that…”
“Have we met them?” Tsukishima piped in, uncharacteristically curious. Shoyou looked at him pointedly for the neutrality of his question. What did he know…?
“Uh, yeah you’ve met… them.”
“Wait, is it not a girl? That would explain so much, you’re too short to catch any normal girl's attention.” Kageyama said smugly.
“Hey! I’ll have you know girls confess to me all the time. More than you, Bakayama.”
“Stop getting off track! Okay, so we’ve met them. Him?”
Shoyou nodded, unsure if that really counted as a third question.
“Does he play any sports? I’m trying to think of third years that you would know…” Suga questioned.
“He does.” Surely they wouldn’t figure out that his boyfriend was a much more familiar character in their lives than they expected.
“What sports?”
“That’s four questions, kinda five if you count the confirmation that he’s a boy. I said three.” Shoyou pointed out.
“Oh come on, don’t leave us hanging!”
“If I tell you, will you leave me alone?”
Tanaka and Noya nodded.
“He plays volleyball.”
“WHAT?” the team exclaimed in unison.
“What? I never said he went to school with us, just that you knew him.”
“Hinata, I swear if you’re dating one of our rivals I’ll kill you myself.” Kageyama said, grabbing him by the collar of his freshly adorned shirt.
Caught off guard, Shoyou gulped. Kageyama dropped his grip with wide eyes.
“You’re kidding me.”
“Bakayama, it’s not that serious.” Well, the situation, not the relationship. That was definitely serious. “It’s not like I’m giving away any valuable information!” He struggled to defend himself.
Daichi reached to grab Kageyama’s head, pulling him back a bit. Shoyou was momentarily grateful for his level-headed captain. “Calm down, Hinata’s not doing anything wrong.” He started, “I do, however, wish you would tell us who. For peace of mind.” His gratitude dissipated.
“Not you too!”
“Sorry, but if you’re dating a rival, I’d rather know about it. Plus, this is just too funny to let slide.” Leave it to Daichi to go from being captainly to a devil within a few seconds.
“You guys are the worst. I’m not telling! You’ll have to figure it out on your own!”
Shoyou’s mind went to the subject of the miserable conversation, imagining that Tooru would find this situation impossibly hilarious. He hated just how much he knew his boyfriend would love his embarrassment.
“Anyways, I think it’s time for practice. See you in the gym!” Hinata took the small relief of space he got from Daichi’s questioning to make a beeline for the door, disappearing beyond the threshold. He ignored the yells of abandonment from behind him.
-
His teammates had the decency to leave him alone for the duration of practice involving their coaches, which he was grateful for. He knew that the moment they left, all bets would be off.
Little did he know, the duo that had started all of this chaos were plotting behind his back. While they were on a water break, they took it upon themselves to hunt down Shoyou’s phone.
Upon locating the item, they were quickly halted by passcode protection. No one ever said they’d make a good plan.
Kageyama appeared from behind them though, like a glowing angel in the dark. “His passcode is 0620. I saw him put it in one time during class.”
With the newfound access to Shoyou’s private life, the trio looked at eachother, as if deciding whether the utter violation was worth it. It was.
They entered his contact list first, finding lots of familiar names. Seriously, how many people did this kid know!? Sure, he had an affinity for making friends like no other, but there was no way they’d figure out the identity of his boyfriend without another hint. They needed a nickname, an emoji, or something, anything that would give away romantic nature.
When they began nearing the bottom of the list, they found a number saved under the simple contact of a teal blue heart.
“This must be him! No name though… should we call him?” Tanaka questioned mischievously.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea Ryu? I know it’s all in good fun for us, but I feel like that would seriously violate his wishes…” Noya countered in an attempt to save face.
“Too late.” The phone was already ringing, Kageyama's thumb hovering over the call button. Once, twice, and then thirteen more times until the phone cut off to the beginning of an automated voicemail.
“Ah, he didn’t answer. Let’s act like this never happened. We can dig some more tomorrow.” They hadn’t really figured out what to do if someone had picked up the phone, so the excuse was welcomed.
The trio relented, getting called back for the final minutes of practice.
-
Shoyou felt as though he had escaped pretty much unscathed when practice ended and his teammates left him alone. He wasn’t sure where the change of heart had come from, but he was pretty sure Suga had something to do with it. He’d have to thank the boy later.
He was gathering his things and attempting to hunt down his phone when the gym door opened. There was silence for a moment, before his teammates erupted into chaos. Pointedly ignoring their yells, the intruder made his way over to Shoyou, spinning him on his heels in one swift movement.
“Shoyou! Are you alright? What’s wrong?”
Shoyou was shocked, because here, in front of his entire team, stood his boyfriend. Calling him by his given name was much too familiar, and he realized that this was the end of the road for their secrecy. But before he could question Tooru’s presence, the boy continued.
“Seriously Shoyou, you can’t just call me out of the blue and then not answer when I call back! I’m sorry I missed it but you never call like that unless something is wrong and you always leave a message so I thought you had to be dead in a ditch somewhere or in the hospital or kidnapped or something!-”
“Tooru, calm down! I’m fine, see?” Shoyou made a show of running his hands over his body, clearly displaying his in-tact, if not a little sweaty, appearance. “And call you? I didn’t call you. Is that why you’re here?”
“Yeah it’s why I’m here you idiot, look.” Tooru responded, shoving his own phone in the younger boy's face, where he could see a missed call from his own contact, and a slew of returned calls that weren’t answered.
“That’s actually impossible. I’ve been in practice for the last two hours, and I honestly haven’t seen my phone since school got out…” he trailed off, eyes widening in realization.
For the first time since Tooru’s arrival, the two acknowledged the other people in the room.
“Tanaka, Noya, what did you do with my phone…?”
The two had the decency to look caught, eyeing each other. “We mayyyy have called that teal blue heart contact in hopes that it would lead us to finding out the identity of your mysterious boyfriend…”
“How’d you even get into it? I have a passcode for a reason!” Shoyou asked, exasperated.
The duo turned to look at Kageyama, who had remained uncharacteristically silent.
“You… you’re dating Oikawa!?” There it was.
“You violated my privacy! I told you it was none of your business, Shoyou yelled, stalking up to the taller setter.
“Boys, boys, calm down. Let’s talk about this!” Came Tooru’s smooth voice, shouldering an arm around Shoyou’s back.
“Not now, Tooru.” He pushed him off.
“Tooru? God, I can’t believe this is actually happening…” Kageyama spat venomously, “I gave you everything Hinata, and this is how you pay me back? You’d be nowhere without me. Probably playing for some second rate team at a shithole high school. You two really deserve each othe-” The resounding punch that echoed off Kageyama’s cheek should have been expected.
“What was that Tobio?” Tooru’s figure loomed over the pile on the floor. “No really, say it again. I want you to really, truly mean it. C’mon Tobio, where’d that sour attitude from middle school go, huh?”
“Tooru, back off.” Shoyou’s voice sounded small, uncharacteristic.
The abnormal tone was enough to get the taller boy to face him. They were silent, but the frozen crowd of Karasuno players could sense the conversation passing through their eyes.
With one last look to the pitiful figure on the ground, Tooru reattached himself to the hunched shoulders of his boyfriend. They gathered the rest of his things, making their way to the gym doors. The team began to finally catch up when Tooru shot a pointed look to the captain duo, as if to say “Fuck off, you brought this on yourselves. Now deal with it.” and there was no room for argument.
The team remained silent, eyeing each other to figure out who was going to help Kageyama off the floor. They could understand his upset, sure, but he had been excessively harsh on Hinata. He was on everyone’s shit list.
Outside the gym, the door had just barely shut before Shoyou crumpled to the ground. Tooru followed, guiding his limp body down safely.
“Hey, Honey, it's okay. None of the bullshit he said was true. We both know that. I’m sorry that I’ve pulled you into this feud between Tobio and I, you don’t deserve his hate like I do.”
“It’s not that, Tooru.” Shoyou mumbled, “I’m just, I’m so glad you’re here.” He looked into the older boy’s eyes, shiny with unshed tears. If anyone could understand what it was like to be at odds with the hot-headed setter it was the two of them.
Tooru wrapped his arms around Shoyou in such a tight hug it was as though his life depended on it. He sank his face deeper into the soft curls of orange atop the other’s head, relishing in the familiar smell.
The two pulled apart eventually, but not before Shoyou could steal a quick kiss.
“Honey is a new one, Tooru.” he began, if not just to kill the silence.
The older boy considered that for a moment, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Maybe out loud, but I’ve always kind of thought of you that way.”
“Hm? And why is that?”
“Well, cause you’re orange,” Tooru started, ignoring the gasp of mock offense before continuing, “and because you’re sweet.” He brushed a thumb over Shoyou’s parted lips, appreciating the way his cheeks darkened at the confession.
“You’re so cliché it makes me nauseous.” He rolled his eyes.
“Hey! I thought that one was good!”
“In your dreams, pretty boy!” Shoyou took off, but they both knew they’d end up back where they belonged in Tooru’s bed, together.