Let's get together now

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Shōyō Hinata, the ever-optimistic volleyball enthusiast, was perched atop the gym bleachers, his eyes glued to the volleyball court below. The scent of freshly polished wood and the faint echo of the gym's air conditioner humming filled the air. The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, casting long shadows across the gleaming floor. His heart fluttered as he watched his teammates practice, their movements a dance of grace and power.

Tobio Kageyama, the "King of the Court," strode into the gym, his raven hair a stark contrast to the stark white of his jersey. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene, his expression unreadable. The sound of his sneakers squeaking against the floor was a pattern of determination to anyone who knew him. He approached the net with a confidence that could only be born of countless victories, his gaze never leaving the ball in his hand.

Hinata couldn't help but admire the way Kageyama moved. His sharp, precise gestures spoke of a mastery over the sport that was almost otherworldly. It was as if the very air around him crackled with energy, demanding attention and respect. But today, something was different. The tension in the air was thick, palpable, and it had nothing to do with the upcoming match.

Their eyes met briefly, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. It was time for their daily ritual: a heated debate about the finer points of volleyball strategy. Normally, this was a contest of wit and passion, but today, the stakes felt higher. The atmosphere grew taut as they began to argue, their voices rising in volume, each one eager to prove their point.

"Tobio, you're wrong!" Hinata exclaimed, his cheeks flushing with excitement. "The key to victory is not just in the power of the spike, but in the unity of the team!"

Kageyama scoffed, his eyes flashing with competitive spirit. "Unity, huh? That's cute. Tell me, 'Hinata', do you really think your little speeches can win games?" He emphasized the use of the informal 'Hinata' instead of 'Hinata-san', the respectful form he usually used. The room grew still, the tension between them thickening like the summer air before a storm.

Their teammates, accustomed to their rivalry, had stopped practicing to watch. They knew better than to interrupt when the "dynamic duo" had one of their infamous debates. The silence grew heavier, the only sound the pounding of their hearts and the distant chirping of birds outside.

Suddenly, without warning, Kageyama took a step closer to the shorter boy, his gaze intense. "Why do you always have to be so... so..." He trailed off, unable to find the words.

Hinata leaned in, his eyes searching Kageyama's. "So what, 'Tobio'?" He mirrored Kageyama's earlier disregard for formality, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Their faces were mere inches apart, the electricity between them building like a live wire. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them. And then, in a move that surprised everyone—including themselves—Hinata reached up and planted a firm, lingering kiss on Kageyama's cheek.

The gym was silent as a tomb. The only sound was the thud of the volleyball as it fell forgotten to the floor. Kageyama's eyes widened, his cheeks burning. He didn't move, didn't breathe. The shock froze him in place.

But then, something unexpected happened. Kageyama's hand shot up, cupping the back of Hinata's neck and pulling him closer. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss that spoke volumes more than any of their heated debates ever had.

Their teammates stared, open-mouthed, before a smattering of applause and cheers filled the air. They had no idea what had just transpired, but they knew it was significant.

As the kiss ended, they pulled away slowly, their eyes locked. The tension in the room had shifted, morphing from rivalry to something infinitely more complex. They both knew that things would never be the same between them.

"I... I've liked you for a while, Kageyama," Hinata murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't know how to tell you."

Kageyama's grip on him tightened. "And I... I didn't know how to deal with it." His voice was gruff, unyielding, but the admission was clear. "But now that you have, I won't let you go."

With those words, the "King of the Court" and the "Small Giant" had turned a simple disagreement into a declaration of love. The volleyball world would never be the same.

Their teammates' cheers grew louder, and they couldn't help but smile into each other's eyes. The warmth of their shared secret spread through their bodies, and they knew that, from now on, their bond on and off the court would be unshakeable.

"But, what about the team?" Kageyama whispered, his forehead touching Hinata's, the concern etched into his features. "What will they think?"

Hinata chuckled, the sound like a warm summer breeze. "They're just happy we finally admitted it. Besides, we're better together than apart. Our chemistry on the court will be unstoppable!"

They pulled away, but not before sharing one more soft, lingering kiss. The applause grew to a crescendo, their teammates now fully aware of the new dynamic between their star players. The blush on their cheeks was only partially due to embarrassment; mostly, it was from the excitement of the possibilities ahead.

As they descended from the bleachers, hand in hand, the team rushed to congratulate them. High-fives, pats on the back, and a few teasing comments filled the gym. Yet, amidst the chaos, their gazes remained steadfastly on each other, a silent promise passed between them.

Their coach, Ukai Keishin, watched from the sidelines with a knowing smile. He had seen the potential in their friendship long ago and knew that, together, they could lead the team to victory. "Well, that's one way to break the ice," he thought, his chuckle mingling with the cheers.

Practice resumed, but the energy in the gym had shifted. The tension that once fueled their rivalry had been replaced by a fierce determination to support each other. Every spike, every set, every save was now a declaration of their love, not just for the sport, but for each other.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of training, games, and stolen moments together. The spark between them grew into a flame, illuminating their lives and casting a glow that was impossible to ignore.

And as they stood under the gleaming lights of the gym, with the roar of the crowd as their backdrop, they knew that their love was not just a fleeting summer romance. It was a bond forged through sweat, tears, and the love of the game. A bond that would carry them through every challenge that lay ahead, both on and off the volleyball court.