Boys, Bruises, and Babystting (kagehina)

Clean, Cautious, and Contradictory

After being offered the first bath, Kageyama retreated to Hinata's room. Dressed in a pale blue sweatshirt and a pair of baggy black pajama bottoms, the setter got himself settled on top of the futon and leaned against the frame of his boyfriend's bed.

He began to dry his hair with the damp towel previously hung around his shoulders. Nothing else to occupy his time while his spiker bathed, Kageyama went over the day's events. He had successfully (well, successfully enough) greeted his boyfriend's family. He was currently spending the night with Hinata. Sooner or later Hinata would come back from the shower and....

'But then what?' Kageyama thought.

It was not the first time he was spending the night with Hinata. There had been training camps where his team had all stayed in a room together. However, this was their first time sleeping alone together. As can be expected, his thoughts trailed down the pathway to the dirty side of town.

His pupils dilated and he ceased his motions. 'What are we going to do, that?' He shook his head, which was still shrouded in a towel. 'No way, no way! After all, his family is here. That would be too careless.' These thoughts were only the calm before the storm.

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Night had fallen and his boyfriend returned from his bath and closed his bedroom door behind himself. Now Kageyama observed Hinata fresh out of the shower. With his toned arms folded over his narrow frame. With that cute little pout and a protesting whine, calling his name. The boy inquiring as to why Kageyama wasn't sharing a bed with him. Hinata huffing and saying: 'b-because we are a couple' when Kageyama responded with a sputtered 'what'.

Now Hinata was in front of his face, inching closer, he could see the redhead's warm eyes narrowing with every fraction of a centimeter he got closer. He too, could feel his eyes sagging to a restful close. It was just the two of them, Hinata Shouyo and Kageyama Tobio, King and Peasant, Setter and Spiker. All of the world previously around them had faded to black and all of the distinct features melted into an indiscriminate pool, like candle wax.

If you asked either of them any question, they wouldn't be capable of responding. For the pair had left the entirety of their existence in the past and dwelled in the hasty plumes of breath retracting in and out. Intermingling and exchanging places, their moment had lain in the boundary crossing before lips touched lips.

★to be continued★