Boys, Bruises, and Babystting (kagehina)

Firsts, Fists, and Family

The boy practiced smiling in the bathroom mirror once more before sighing and eventually giving up. If he couldn't even smile properly, how could he make a good impression on his boyfriend's family?

He shoved his hands in his pockets and moped back to his classroom to collect his stuff. People in the hallway avoided looking directly at him and skirted to the edges of the path to not get in his way. He slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and thudded his way down the hallway and to the first year's shoe locker area. Hinata was already there to greet him, almost finished with tying his shoes and when a shadow cast itself over his shoulder, instead of being startled or afraid, he simply turned his head and flashed his widest smile. Neither of them said anything until they made it to the bike rack on campus. 

Even though Kageyama could walk to school, he chose to ride his bike to school. Kageyama blushed as he and his boyfriend walked their bikes past the open school gates and onto the road before mounting. "Are you ready?" Kageyama was ever so slowly, getting onto his bicycle. "Just follow me!" Hinata grinned.

 "That is... If you can catch me!" And then in a stripe of bright orange, the older boy sped off down the street.

"Dumbass Hinata!" Kageyama pedaled furiously after him with tire marks staining the asphalt.

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The two boys in disheveled, messy clothing, hair matted with with sweat clutched the gate surrounding the middle blocker's house. Kageyama took in the scenery of the house. The average size, the welcoming presence that emanated from it. He even observed the nameplate fastened to the wall encircling the front yard.

"I won!" The ball of energy jeered at his less than perky boyfriend. His breathing was labored and breaths were drawn out with more force than usual.

"Idiot, that's because you take this road every day, twice a day." Surprisingly, his breath was even now, and his tone was smooth and unruptured, like a sheet of satin. On the inside, his heart was beating erratically inside of his ribcage. Kageyama strained to look at himself in the shiny reflective rim of his bicycle tire. Hinata, who had previously been slouching against the fence's wall, picked himself up and dusted off his uniform. Plainly, anyone could tell the anxiety was getting to the setter. His complexion was as white as a sheet, his eyes were dilated, and his breathing was calm and smooth. Even though he was through exercising, his heart was pounding with twice the force.

The boy held his hand out to the raven-haired boy. Reassuring him with little words, and treating the matter lightheartedly. He led him through the opened gate to where they could stow their bikes. And Hinata rolled open the front door. "I'm home!" Hinata cheered, slipping off his shoes and handing Kageyama a pair of guest slippers.

"P-parf..." He stuttered. "Pardon the intrusion." This earned a silent chuckle from the ginger.

A rhythm of rapid, tiny footsteps beat against the flooring. A voice calling for Hinata chimed through the house. And then the footsteps stopped and tiny silhouette paused at the end of the hallway.

★to be continued★