Haikyuu Oneshots (wow what an original title)

Kagehina

Hinata POV

I sighed, flopping on my bed from boredom. Coach Ukai has told me and Kageyama to settle down to rest for a day, so that we don't injure ourselves before our tournament tomorrow. That being said, there was nothing to do. If I didn't spend all my time on volleyball, I would have been able to pick up some other hobbies. Kageyama always picked on me (meanie >:() for not knowing any players besides the Tiny Giant, but I never had any money to buy any magazines because I keep spending it all on pork buns. 

Oh yeah, did I mention that I have a crush on him? I doubt he'd like me back tho. 

Broke and bored, I bounced through the hall at the hotel we were staying at. Shoving open the door, I spotted Kageyama sitting criss-cross, his back against his bed. I strode over to his bed, laying on it so I could look over his shoulder. 

What I saw had me awestruck. He was drawing a picture of me. It wasn't just any drawing. It was detailed, the curve of my nose was perfect, the space between my eyes was exact, every hair was in its usual place. I could go on for hours describing how amazing the drawing was. Kageyama paused, and turn to look at me. We both realized how close our faces were, and immediately shot across the room, blushing. My mind had almost blown apart, because was their something that this man couldn't do? And Yamaguchi wonders why I have a crush on him. 

After recovering, I took a good look around the room. I hadn't been to Kageyama's room in a hotel or at home, in fact, he had always come to mine. There was a stack watercolors of immense realism in a corner, and another stack of detailed pencil drawing next to it. Yet another stack lay next to that, one of acrylic paints. 

"HINATA BOKE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" Kageyama yelled, embarrased.

"But what if I don't wannaaaaaa...." I whined. Besides, what was the trouble of me being in this room, besides me dying of gayness? Kageyama sighed, then yelled at me again to shut the door. After I did, I walked over to where he was sitting, and started to watch him draw, silently. 

After I few minutes of silence, "Oi, don't look over my should when I draw." I asked why, and he blushed silently, not answering and continuing to draw. Weird. Finding a spare pencil and paper, I sat down across from Kageyama, beginning to draw him. I had no idea how to draw, but I gave it my best shot. It looked hundreds of times worse, but oh well. We finished at the same time, both holding up our pictures. 

I looked at Kageyama's, and I nearly fell over due to how much talent there was in that drawing. Embarrased at my own drawing and the drawing of me, I hid my paper, not wanting to show my bad drawing. Kageyama snatched it anyways from me, taking a good look at it. Every second was agony, not wanting to him to see my drawing. I thought he was going to yell at me, and tell me to get out of his room. Surprisingly, he muttered, "That's really good, much better than mine," under his breath. I was dumbfounded, that this man thinks my drawing is better than his, where mine was a ten minute sketch that looked like a preschooler made it, whereas his looks like it was a picture straight out of a camera. 

"HOW??!?!" I yelled. Kageyama looked surprised and dropped his pencil at my outburst. "YOURS LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MINE! YOURS LOOKS LIKE A CAMERA PICTURE, AND MINE LOOKS LIKE A SCRIBBLE!" I yelled louder, not really sure why I was yelling. Kageyama picked his pencil back up, and began to shade my preschool drawing. After only five minutes, he finished and made it a decent drawing, then handed it to me. 

"Get out of my room," he grumbled. 

"Noooooooooooo," I answered, going through his stacks of artwork. 

"Fine. Just whatever you do, don't go into my top drawer. Actually don't go into it at all, my clothes are in bottom." 

"Please worry, I will, at least only the top drawer." 

"WAIT-" Before Kageyama could process what had happened, I had already opened the top drawer. For the hundredth time today, I was shocked. Hundreds of detailed pictures were in the drawer, all being unique and utterly amazing. One painting was me in my volleyball uniform, and another was me in my puppy headphones, listening to music. There was even a drawing of me in a skirt!

But they all had one thing in common, and that was that every single one had a heart around it. In the one I picked up, it had I love him written under it. Eh, it was probably platonically. (A/N ADRIEN AGRESTE GET OUT OF MY STORY) Under that, it read, "not platonically" in parentheses. I turned it around. OH MY GOSH IT WAS DRAWN YESTERDAY

"Kageyama?" Kageyama grimaced, and looked smaller, as if trying to hide. 

"B-BOKE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" 

"Okay, okay, I hear you," I said, then kissing him on the lips right before I walked out. Kageyama stood there silently, and then I turned around before hearing the door slam and a scream that sounded like it was being muffled with a pillow. I snickered. 

The next morning, Kageyama didn't sit next to me like usual. He instead sat next to Ennoshita, a few seats away from me. It made the air awkward, and everyone kind of gave us weird stares, and Yamaguchi, Noya, and Tanaka all smirked at me. I stared down at my breakfast, not wanting anyone to see my blush. I knew I had to do something, otherwise our quick wouldn't work in our game later. After we ate all our food, I followed Kageyama silently to his room without him knowing. Kageyama shut the door, me barely dodging out of the way so he couldn't see me. 

"Hi." Kageyama let out a high scream, before murdering me with a deadly glare. Blushing, he turned away. 

"What do you want?" 

"You know exactly what I want." He sighed, knowing that I wouldn't go down without an explanation. 

"I-it's...complicated." I knew it wasn't complicated, he literally told me (indirectly) that he had a crush on me. I mean I'm not complaining. 

"No, it's not," I answered. "Literally nothing is complicated with you."

"HEY!! Maybe..." Kageyama couldn't seem to finish that sentence. 

"Just saying, I have a huge crush on you." WAIT, WHY'D THAT SLIP OUT OF MY MOUTH OH NOOOOOOOOO-WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING. 

Before my brain could process what I was doing, Kageyama leaned down and kissed me, long and sweet. His lips tasted like strawberry milk (understandable). 

It took all my self-control to pull away, and I forced myself to stay in that room and not run out screaming that Kageyama kissed me SZFDGHUJGHFDSERTHYJU. 

"S-so...um...yeah." 

"Wanna be my boyfriend?" Again my mouth blurted that out without my brain's consent, and to my surprise, Kageyama nodded, half-smiling, which was the closest thing to smiling that Kageyama could do without scaring someone. I giggled happily, then flopped on his bed with his hundreds of drawing of me. 

"BOKE!" 

"Yeah?" I asked, not wanting the pictures to be taken away from me.

"Call me Tobio, and I'm calling you Shōyō." 

"Okay."