~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Do Better~

KageHina Smut

CW // this'll sound weird but accidental instigation of sex, choking, non-con to con, frotting, mutual masturbation

TW // mentions of rape but not really but also kinda but it's not but it looks like it but I promise it isn't but be careful anyway-

REQUESTED BY - N/A
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Tobio Kageyama

My neck is heavy with pressure. It feels as if the weight of the whole team is on me as I watch the ball arc towards my waiting hands, spotting the orange haired teammate of mine starting his charge towards the net. It was probably too much of a tell to our opponents that I was practically looking right at him, analysing his speed and working out the right trajectory to use for the set. Nekoma weren't idiots, that much is stupid to point out, but at this point, we were desperate. It was 29-28; we had to score this point or we'd lose. We'd thrown away a match point just moments ago, and that stupid haired guy on the other team had turned the tables on us, celebrating like he'd won the winter cup.

My eyes don't leave the ball even as it hits me, changing its trajectory dramatically to perfectly meet the swing of my teammates hand. It's perfect, as it always is, and the sound it makes when his hand meets it perfectly is so satisfying that I can't help the smile that gets me every time it happens.

What didn't make me smile was where the ball had landed; the Nekoma cheers felt like a kick in the balls after such a gruelling game, particularly one where I'd never put a foot wrong. I sort of just...stand and wait while the other team celebrates, not even looking around at my team. I can hear their panting breaths above my own, and can just see Shoyo kneeling in the corner of my eye, smacking the court in frustration.

Immediately he's crowded, and I can't help but wonder why? Why is the Nekoma captain giving him nicknames and telling him that he'll be good "in a few months." Why is their setter inviting him over to play video games some time? Why...why is no one talking to me?

That wasn't even the worst of it. It's stupid, but nothing could've angered me more in that particular moment than hearing the words "you did great, Hinata!" from the guy who can't decide if he wants to be our coach or not.

What does he mean, "you did great?" He's did fuck all! He had one job to do and he fucked it up. But me? Nah, I was nothing special in that one. Just fed him every ball on a FUCKING plate, and he gets all the praise. I should know by now - that's the way it is with Shoyo. He's not gonna turn around and say "actually, Tobio did waaaaaay better than me today!" is he, really? That prick can barely think about anything other than volleyball and himself, so I shouldn't expect more than he can give.

I scoff to myself at my own stupidity, ashamed of expecting any care from my team, turning on my heel to go back to the locker room. I don't wanna see anyone right now. I don't wanna talk to anyone right now. Right now, I just wanna sit here and calm down, defuse myself.

What I don't need is my usually tactful vice-captain leering over me.

"Be gentle with Shoyo, he's upset about the match. He doesn't need to be teased right now"

I bite my tongue. Aren't you upset with the match? Because I sure as hell am. I'm upset with him for losing the match for us. For me.

And he doesn't need to be teased right now? I'll tell you what, I don't need to be ignored right now, asshole! My accomplishments are going unnoticed, and it pisses me off!

I sit in silence, pursing my lip in frustration and nodding as a way to tell Suga to fuck off, and he seems to catch on. I barely even register as the rest of the team come trudging through and start getting dressed, only looking up when it's only Suga and that little twerp left in here with me.