Kagehina Oneshot

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A/N: As stated in the description, this work is honestly just me practicing and figuring out what feels right between these two. The buildup is pretty minimal and we jump into things fairly quickly, so forgive me for that — this is basically me sharing part of my writing process with you all.

It's awkward in places, messy, and definitely not perfect, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Kageyama missed Hinata's set for the third time in under ten minutes.

Daichi stared openly from the other side of the court.
"Dude," Nishinoya barked out a laugh, "what the hell is wrong with you today?"

"I'm fine," Kageyama snapped automatically.

But he wasn't.

Not when Hinata's jersey kept riding up every time he jumped, exposing flashes of warm skin beneath the harsh gym lights. Not when sweat kept clinging to the curve of his stomach afterward. Not when Hinata kept looking at him like that across the court — flushed and breathing hard and entirely too aware of the effect he was having.

It was unbearable.

Every glance felt deliberate now.
Hungry.

As if Hinata was silently saying:
I need you so bad.

Kageyama nearly fucked up another toss the second Hinata bent forward with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

Jesus Christ.

He forced himself to look literally anywhere else.
The floor.
The net.
Tanaka screaming at Nishinoya.
Anything except Hinata's pink flushed face and half lidded eyes and damp jersey sticking to his body.

Because if he kept looking much longer, he was going to end up pitching a tent in the middle of practice like a complete fucking idiot.

                        ***

Despite Kageyama's mistakes, practice went fairly well overall.  Hinata didn't serve into the back of Kageyama's head for once, Noya pulled off several ridiculous saves, Suga somehow mastered his jump serves overnight, and Tanaka... well Tanaka did what he does best.

Noya slapped Kageyama on the back hard, grinning obnoxiously.

"So even the great king has bad days~" He teased

Kageyama shot him a nasty glare.

"Shut up."

"Seriously, you seem distracted tonight." Suga interjected, pulling his shirt over his head "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine!" Kageyama snapped.

But really Kageyama was anything but fine. His thoughts raced and his heart hammered in his chest. Honestly, he was beginning to suspect something was medically wrong with him.

The locker room slowly emptied. Teammates exchanging absentminded farewells while gathering bags and jackets.  Kageyama kept sneaking glances at Hinata, who looked to be stalling intentionally now — moving slower than usual instead of doing everything at a hundred miles an hour like he normally did.  Suspicious

Not that Kageyama was doing much better himself.

Usually he changed quickly after practice. Grabbed his bag. Left before Nishinoya could start yelling about ramen or Tanaka could drag everyone into another argument.

Tonight he found himself reorganizing the same locker three separate times just to avoid looking too eager.

Around them, the locker room slowly began thinning out.