✰ kagehina - dream ✰ {oneshot}

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Where am I?

This doesn't feel like my room.

...

I know I shouldn't feel so at ease, but I am.

While not my own, this...Bed? I guess, is pretty comfortable.

Am I dreaming?

Yeah. I must be.

It's daytime.

My vision grows red as the sunlight scorches my heavy, tired, closed eyelids.

There's this feeling of warmth that covers my face and chest.

I breathe in what feels like fresh air. Wow, this feels so real.

Suddenly, I hear a noise--A snore. There's someone else here.

After a few moments, I open my eyes and stare up at the blank white ceiling above. A small beam of light comes in through a window, landing on my face. I squint and turn my face in the other direction.

...

No way.

The snore. That was--

"Kageyama?!"

He's asleep. Right in front of me.

Even though I yelled out his name, his eyes are still closed, his breathing steady and calm.

I watch his bare chest rise and fall. Wait, his...Bare...Chest?

Why the heck am I dreaming about him shirtless?

I look down.

I don't have a shirt on either.

This is one weird dream. And even though this didn't happen on purpose, I just know that if I ever told Kageyama about it, he would beat me up.

Oh well.

While dreams often feel like they last forever, they never do. Some last for seconds, others can last for 30 minutes. But that's it. Then I'll wake up, go to school, and hopefully be able to pretend that this never happened.

All I have to do is wait this out. Right?

I let out a sigh.

Then I adjust myself so that my entire body faces Kageyama's.

He looks so...Different from how he normally does. I wonder if this is just my mind playing tricks on me, or if he actually does look like this when he sleeps. Of the two, I hope it's the latter.

As he takes in a deep breath, I realize I've never really acknowledged his looks before.

He would honestly get a ton of girls like Oikawa if it weren't for his strange, awkward personality. His features are almost model-like. With his long, dark eyelashes, perfect nose, and pouty lips. Not to mention his strong, sharp jawline. I'm honestly not sure whether I want to admire him or seethe with jealousy at his appearance.

Most of the time, I do both. While I've never admitted it before, I do really admire Kageyama.

I'm startled when he, still asleep, adjusts himself. Now we both face each other.

If I moved just a little bit closer, I would be able to feel his breaths on my own skin when he exhales.

This isn't real.