Breathe (Kagehina)

24

The final bell rings for the end of the day and Kageyama hurries to get out of his class, making it as far as the doorway before stopping. He waits for the kid in front of him to move. When he doesn't Kageyama looks up, only to be confronted by a chubby rich kid, his greasy hair slicked back, uniform crisp and cleen, expression nasty. Kageyama looks at him in the eyes, the rich kid the same height although he looks to be about three times Kageyamas weight.
'Rushing off to go meet with your boyfriend?' He sneers, leaning forward on his toes in an effort to look down at Kageyama. The setter raises an eyebrow at him, looking less than impressed.
'Yes, so would you please step out of my way?'
The chubby rich kid gags, looking at him strangely before moving aside, a nasty smirk plastered to his piglike face. He exaggerates a hand wave, gesturing for him to exit the room and giving a curt mocking bow as Kageyama passes, heading for the gym. He catches sight of Hinata and jogs up to him, bag banging against his hip as his legs carries him gracefully forward. Hinata looks up, smiling and nodding his greeting. Kageyama loops his pinky around Hinatas, walking close enough for their uniforms to hide their hands from the students walking past.
'Hey hinata?' Kageyama speaks quietly, voice almost drowned out by the chatter from around them. Hinata glances up, raising an eyebrow.
'Yeah?'
Kageyama looks down at his spiker as they turn down the empty hallway towards the gym, the corner muting the sounds from behind them. Kageyama losses himself in those eyes, giving Hinata a half smile as they walk, shoulders brushing against each others.
'Never mind...'
Kageyama pulls the gym door open, walking through towards the change room, finger still linked with Hinatas. He drops his bag onto a hook as Hinata takes his hand back, dropping his own bag onto the bench and sitting down next to it, throwing off his shoes.
Kageyama pulls his shirt over his head, taking his sports top from his bag and jamming it down over his torso, blushing slightly and trying to avoid looking in hinatas direction as the red head pulls his school pants off, throwing on sports shorts, but not before Kageyama skims his eyes over his legs, something, he's ashamed to admit, happens a lot. Hinata pulls his top off, painfully aware of Kageyama checking his boyish yet still surprisingly well built frame out. He searches through his bag, muscles moving under his skin, something that completely freezes Kageyama to the spot, eyes glued to the red heads milky, smooth skin.
Hinata clears leads his throat, face flushed, Kageyamas turning a rather similar shade of pink.
The taller boy jumps back into reality, hurrying to finish changing as Hinata searches for his shirt.
Kageyama pulls his shoelaces tight, making two loops and threading them around each other to form a bow which he neatly tucks down the side of his shoes and out of the way, wiping his hand on his soles to get the dust off them.
He looks across st Hinata, face red from the neck upwards, torso still bare, still rummaging around in has bag for a persistently hidden shirt, books spilling across the bench and onto the floor. Kageyama stands, walking past the red head and trailing his hand across his bare shoulders, the sculpted muscles tensing up under his touch.
He wanders out, grabbing a net pole and carrying it out to the centre of the gym, setting it in the ground as Tsukishima and Yamaguchi arrive, catching sight of Kageyama and quickly pulling their hands apart.
By the time Hinata finally comes out of the change rooms the rest of the team has arrived and the nets are already set up. Hinata looks at everyone, extremely flustered.
'Couldn't fine your to shirt?' Kageyama asks, noting that the older boy is wearing his normal school top. Hinata flushes still further, something Kageyama had doubted was possible untill that moment, the poor kid surpassing the colour of his hair strait to crimson. Hinata looks at him, giving off a surprisingly well executed glare.
'Obviously...'

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