you were right // kageyama AU

20.

m.j.s

"Hinata! Let's go! You can see Kenma again soon. He's not going to disappear." Daichi calls as he packs the back of the car. The middle hitter lets go of the hold he has on his shy, now official boyfriend, and runs back towards the rest of the people standing near the vehicles. "You too, Maihua."
I let out a groan as I am forced to pull away from Kuroo. He smiles down at me for a moment before running his hands roughly through my hair, causing me to slap his hands away as we finish saying goodbyes.
The guys decided that the Nekoma and Fukurodani boys would leave the campsite together in one car, leaving the first years of Karasuno to ride with my brother.
As of right now, not a single person knows what happened between Kageyama and me last night. After our almost kiss, I managed to get him to leave although everything in my body was telling him to stay.
Unfortunately, I have no idea where that leaves us now.
"I'm sitting in the front!" Hinata calls. Before giving anyone the time to react, he throws open the front passenger door of Daichi's black Toyota.
As expected, Tsukishima and Kageyama both have a problem with this. "No, that would mean I have to sit near Kageyama."
"I already had dibs on it." Kageyama says, attempting to pull the door open. "Tsukishima you can sit by Yamaguchi. I don't understand why you even have a problem-"
"You two need to learn how to be nice to each other. Or at least be able to deal with each other for a short car ride." Daichi interrupts before the argument can go any further. "You better figure out how to make that happen before I make you sit next to each other."
The boys are rendered silent which allows me to speak up.
"Maybe I should sit in the front." I decide to throw gas on the fire and bring more chaos to the conversation.
Daichi is quick to stop my antics before Hinata could argue. "Okay, that's it. Kageyama, you're sitting in the back left. Maihua, you're next to him. Tsukishima, you are sitting in the middle row on the right side. Yamaguchi, you sit next to him so you can be a barrier between them. Got it?"
My eyes glance at the raven-haired setter in an attempt to gauge his reaction, but after seeing the look on his face, I think I would rather take my chances trying to fight for the front seat. His eyes are staring almost angrily at my older brother and his cheeks are tainted red. I can't tell if it's anger or embarrassment, but either way, I feel an unwanted pain shoot through my chest at his obvious ill feelings towards the arrangement.
"Cool!" Hinata yells, fist-pumping the air as he reaches for the aux cord.
I feel anger rise in my chest to cover up the hurt that resided a moment earlier. An annoyed huff of air leaves my lips before I decide to move towards the car. I open the back door and climb in, landing with a jolt as I throw myself hastily into the tan seats. My eyes resort to my phone as the rest of the team climbs in, refusing to look at the boy stuck next to me for the next three hours.
"You better not play anything stupid." Kageyama decides to speak as we begin pulling onto the road. Hinata shuffles his playlist until a song fit for his mood erupts through the speakers. The song in question is Geronimo by Shepherd.
A small smile appears on my lips when Kageyama immediately asks for it to be changed.
"Why don't you put on some headphones?" Tsukishima inquires, looking back at his least favorite Karasuno player. My eyes look up at the blonde and watch as he pulls his own headphones from his bag.
Kageyama's face is one of annoyance. "I forgot mine."
"Oof, that sucks." Tsuki teases with fake empathy. "Hey, Hinata. Turn this up."
Hinata's fingers move to increase the volume of the overplayed song as Tsukishima pulls his bulky headphones over his ears. A smirk falls onto my face at the obvious deception of Tsukishima's request.  
"Fucking hell, Tsukishitma." Kageyama mumbles under his breath. With Tsuki's ignorance of the insult, the argument comes to a close and I can see the smirk on Yamaguchi's lips at the actions of his friend.
Speaking of headphones.
I reach down into my bag and grab my green AirPods case, popping the lid open and sticking them into my ears. My eyes fall onto my various quantity of playlists. My fingers scan over the titles before landing on the one I have in mind: Daichi drives too slow.
A smile is brought to my lips at the humorous playlist name before my thumb presses down on the power button. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Kageyama absentmindedly scrolling through Twitter with a frown present on his mouth. At the sight, my smile is flipped and I feel my thoughts slipping into ones of confusion and annoyance.
It's not like I was expecting him to talk to me about it. I mean, what would he say anyway? Hopefully, he doesn't remember but I highly doubt that's the case. We don't have to talk about it. Maybe it meant nothing to him and he was just saying those things due to his intoxication. I can't lie and say I didn't think about this until I ended up falling asleep last night, or I guess I should say early this morning. Before being able to get some shut-eye, my anxiety kept me awake in preparation for what today would hold.
Obviously, I had nothing to worry about.
For some reason, I can't stop the disappointment that bursts through the floodgates of my emotions. I let out a sigh before turning to look out the window in an attempt to turn my attention away from his presence.

...

Not even thirty minutes later, I feel my lack of sleep sneaking up on me, attempting to drag me under but failing due to my brain's inability to comply. My head rests on my hand against the window but refuses to find a comfortable position due to the bumps and turns that Daichi's car undergoes.
In frustration, I sit up. My eyes look over the rest of the passengers. My brother and Hinata seem to be in a conversation about something, but due to the J. Cole serenading me, I can't hear what it's about. Yamaguchi has his head against the window, leaning on his sweatshirt in a successful attempt to lay his head on a comfortable surface. His mouth is open in slumber, a grin pulling at my lips at the sight. Tsukishima isn't trying to sleep and instead leans against his hand as he looks out the window.
Kageyama looks as though he is in a similar position to mine: unable to sleep. My eyes selfishly watch as he attempts to lean the side of his head against the glass. His eyes are closed but his face is apparent with irritation. The intrusive thoughts that fill my head make me want to reach over and smooth the angry lines on his beautiful face, but of course, I stop myself before I can.
Instead, I decide to cave into another selfish desire and shift so I lay my head against his lap without a second thought.
Due to the boldness of my decision, I feel my heart pump a little louder than usual, almost blocking the sound of my music. As expected, his body shifts under the weight of my head. His hands which were rested in his lap, now abandon it in surprise. My eyes, oppositely, are closed as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.
Suddenly, I feel two taps against my right AirPod, stopping the music. My head turns to the culprit who stares down at me expectantly.
"What?" I ask innocently. His eyes are staring down at me in confusion.
His eyebrows furrow. "What are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to sleep." I tell him as if my body wasn't warming at our conversation.
"Who said you could lay there?" He asks, amusement sneaking into his voice.
My eyes blink as if he's speaking a different language before replying. "No one has to grant me permission." My voice tries to come out as playfully as possible to keep his annoyance from aiming at me.
"It is my lap." He mumbles in argument, quiet enough to not draw any attention to our position. A smile comes to my lips at the sight of his eyes. They're not angry as they usually are when he's looking at me. "Why are you smiling? Get off of me."
Instead of complying, I simply turn my head to look forward at the back of the seat. My shoulder shifts to get more comfortable against him. It is now that I notice how dry my lips are due to my boldness catching up to me. Because my music is still off, I hear him sigh due to my reluctance to listen to him.
Before I can stop it, a smile comes to my lips at his inability to say no to me. I know he told me to get off of him, but realistically speaking, if he wanted me off, he would get me off. This is a good sign. A small one, but good nonetheless.
I do kind of feel bad that he's unable to get comfortable though. My mind thinks back to the sight of Yamaguchi in the seat in front of us and an idea pops into my head.
My body shifts again, sitting back up momentarily to grab my bag. I can feel Kageyama's eyes on me as I reach into my backpack, feeling around for the soft feeling of cloth. My fingers reach for the black fabric of my sweatshirt and tug it out.
"What are you doing now?" He asks quietly.
Instead of answering, I fold the sweatshirt into a pillow and hand it to him. "For your head. So it doesn't bump against the window."
I don't wait for him to say anything and instead plop my head softly back into his lap. He doesn't say anything. This gives me the opportunity to double-click my AirPod again before closing my eyes.
He's so comfy.
My cheeks heat at the thought.
I let out a content sigh with this new opportunity to sleep. Not to mention, I feel relieved that Kageyama reacted to my action with positivity as opposed to the hostility I was certain I would receive.
Within the next ten minutes, my head starts feeling heavy in tiredness. The three hours of sleep I managed to get last night were obviously not enough and the chance to sleep comfortably in Kageyama's lap is too good to pass up.
Before drifting into sleep, I feel Kageyama's right arm fall onto my side. I manage to peek up at him, peacefully drifting into sleep now that his head lays in a position that grants him security against the glass.
With the image of his peaceful face, my eyes drift closed and my brain drifts to sleep.