[When Shouyou first heard his parents and sister would be gone for the weekend, he'd been ecstatic. No one to tell him to keep his voice down? Cool! No one to tell him he couldn't have the extra bag of chips? Awesome! (Look, he's a teenager on the volleyball team. He deserves the extra calories!)
Except, it's not all as exciting as he thought it would be. For one, the house is eerily quiet when he gets home from practice. Two, it's boring. There's only so much he can do on his own.
...now there's an idea. Obviously, that just means he needs to make sure he's not alone.
Shouyou rolls over onto his stomach, tongue sticking out slightly as he types out a message to "Grumpyama". Well, messages. Plural.]
[There's only so much time to rest when there's school and Volleyball. Can't Tobio nap in peace? The phone is on vibrate--not loud enough to rouse him the first notif, but buzzy enough to get him when someone like Hinata sends a spitfire of three his way.
He accidentally slaps it on the floor when he rolls over to get it, and then he accidentally half slides out of the bed when retrieving it. It's a wonder he has the skills to play volleyball when he's this much of a mess right now.]
(҂⌣̀_⌣́) I was trying to take a NAP what do you want??
[No rest for the weary when Shouyou's around!! As soon as Kageyama texts him back, Shouyou gives a little cheer and furiously taps at his phone's screen to respond.]
No time for naps, Tiredyama!! You're not doing anything, right?? You should come over. We can practice some more!
[Because they didn't practice enough earlier, apparently.]
[The text actually makes Kageyama pause and blearily blink his eyes to focus--reread what it says. He's still hanging half off the bed, forearms and elbows on the floor.
Is Hinata for real?]
I'M NAPPING isn't your family there? how are we going to practice you said they yell at you whenever you're loud
[Pfft. Napping. Why nap when there are better things to do? (Says the guy who regularly falls asleep on a certain setter's shoulder when they're on the bus.)]
They're not here! Why else did you think I suggested it, stupid
[More importantly, why isn't Kageyama jumping at the chance to play some more? Convincing his partner to come over isn't going as smoothly as he thought he would.]
[Now he has to get up, he hates this... even though he really enjoys practicing. Anyway. He drags himself out of bed and starts getting his shit together; i.e. wearing something besides a t-shirt and boxers. In a gym bag, he puts some athletic clothes for practice; everything else is already there from school.
At the entrance, putting on his shoes, he stops to type:]
give me ten for the walk and fifteen for the train where'd your family go?
[What, really? Shouyou's actually so surprised he drops the phone. Okay, maybe it was as easy as he thought it would be. He rescues the phone from his blankets, grinning widely when he pulls up Kageyama's text.]
They're visiting my aunt! [Playfully, he adds-] Slowpoke!! I bet I could make the walk in half that time (۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶
[He's both happy and relieved that Kageyama's actually coming over, but he's not gonna tell him that. Obviously.]
[It takes approximately four and a half minutes to get to the station and another ten to ride the train a portion over to Hinata's house. He arrives exactly ten and a half minutes early because he ran from his driveway to the station and from the station to Hinata's house to cut time... plus, the train wasn't delayed.
But now that he's here, he suddenly understands the severity of being at a peer's house much less at a peer's house without family. He wastes a whole minute standing, huffing, in front of the nameplate on the gateway.
...Then he hurries several yards down the street to the nearest vending machine to get some "gifts" before hurrying back. Okay. Not bad.
[Part of him was wondering if goading Kageyama would work this time--after all, there's the train to factor in. When he gets the text a whole eight minutes and a half early, Shouyou lets out a little whoop and jumps off the bed, suddenly energized.
He runs down the stairs, two at a time because he can, and flings the door open.]
[About the time Hinata throws the door open, he gets there. Everything looks fine and normal except his... hair. It's still straight, but it's definitely disheveled, as if he both forgot to comb it out before leaving and ran halfway here.
Looking sour, though not angrily, he shifts the vending machine snacks in his arms and...
...slowly bows at the shoulders before he begins handing them out for Hinata to take. It's not a traditional house gift, but between peers, between dumb sports boys their age, it's fine. Snacks. Drinks.]
It's not much... but here's something for you, I guess.
[At first, it's just the hair, and it's fine, Shouyou can totally hold his laughter in when he sees the way some of the strands are sticking up.
But then, there's the snacks and Kageyama bowing of all things. Shouyou takes one look at the armful of goodies before he loses it. Practically wheezing, Shouyou leans against the doorframe because he's laughing too hard to stay upright.]
You brought gifts? I told you my parents aren't home. [He can't stop grinning.] Who are you trying to impress here?
Tobio's face grows increasingly more pinched, more sour, even if he doesn't lift up from the bow, and he's still offering out the goods.] Stop laughing, you dingbat!
I'm not an ogre! You're supposed to bring gifts when you go to someone else's house. [Too late. Tobio rights himself and then pelts Hinata with the candy and chip portion of the snacks.] You're the last person I'm trying to impress!
[The shift of emotions across Kageyama's face is actually incredible to watch, and it only makes Shouyou's grin grow.]
When there's family around, sure. It's just us here, Kageyama! Ow! [Shouyou's not fast enough to dodge the first couple of packets thrown his way, and they fall to the floor with sad thumps.] You can't throw things at your host! Now who's an ogre?
[Snack ammunition aside, Shouyou's still snickering as he starts tugging at Kageyama's arms, pulling him into the house, snacks and all.]
[It's all he can think to say as Hinata grabs up the dropped snacks. He isn't able to get anything else out before Hinata is yanking him inside; he's obliged to go or be forced to stumble.
It's when he's inside he realizes, again, he's standing in a peer's house. It's some kind of weird, intimate honor, and he doesn't know if he wants or likes it yet. Everything is... so personal. The way things are put in their places, chosen specifically for some reason or another, the smell, the closeness. This is what is telling about a person.
His shoes come off at the genkan, and then he steps up into the house fully, but waits for Hinata to lead.]
No way, it's definitely you. [There's a sing-songey, teasing quality to his voice as he replies, like he was expecting exactly that answer from Kageyama. (He was.)
It feels wrong, to see Kageyama looking almost hesitant while he lingers near the genkan, like he isn't sure he belongs here. Deciding to do something about it, Shouyou takes the opportunity to flick one of the bag of chips right onto Kageyama's head, messing up the hair further and probably crushing some of the chips inside--a necessary sacrifice to make Kageyama stop looking so weird.]
Come on, Kageyama! What are you waiting for? [Leaving the bag on the setter's head, Shouyou makes a beeline for the kitchen so he can set the snacks down.]
[Listen, Hinata. He’s a king on the court, but he’s merely a pawn in someone else’s house.] I’m coming. [The bag gets a grunt of protest, and he reaches up with his only free hand to snatch it off. He probably crushes some more chips in the process.
But he’s moving at least, beelining after Hinata for the kitchen, and when he gets there, he places the drinks and the bag on the counter. It’s... cute. It’s easy to tell there’s a mother and a little sister, and it’s easy to tell there’s Hinata. When he finds himself staring, he focuses and looks away. His hair is still a disaster.]] Don’t eat them all in one go, fatty.
Where did you want to practice? My stuff is in my bag.
[He puffs up immediately, letting himself be easily baited by Kageyama as usual.] Duh! We're sharing them later. [Like he would eat all of it!! He's not that terrible of a host and friend, okay.]
Oh yeah, there's a park near here! We can practice over there and then grab some bento from the store on the way back afterward. [He's already scrambling to get his own bag as he says all this.] Let's go!
Face twisting in exasperation, he watches Hinata almost slide up trying to rush off to get things together. Geez. He can't believe he's friends with this giant idiot much less over at the boy's house.
Unsure if he has permission to follow, he instead does the next best thing and plunders most of the way there, starting with the den. It's the best area to see embarrassing things about Hinata... like photos of him and his family. A baby boy with fat cheeks and red hair, a toddler grinning beside an equally as fat-cheeked baby with red hair and a bow. His sister, he's guessing.
Cute...
Hinata takes too long anyway, and Kageyama ends up down the hall toward the room making a bunch of noise. He shifts his own bag and leans on the doorframe with a shoulder, peering in the open door at Hinata.]
[From the doorway, Kageyama gets a clear vantage of his room, which is somewhat messy, to no one's surprise. It's only kept reluctantly clean because of his mom's nagging, though there's already a few things strewn around carelessly in her absence. There's a few sports magazines on the desk, and a picture of the Karasuno team pinned up on the wall beside the chair.]
I'm almost done, stupid! Geez, you're impatient. [Said the pot to the kettle, apparently forgetting how he'd barely given Kageyama any time to respond to his texts earlier.
Shouyou, being the mature teenager that he is, pauses in the middle of zipping his bag up and sticks his tongue out at Kageyama before grabbing a light sweater from the floor. And most importantly, the volleyball! Shouyou lobs the ball at Kageyama, grinning.] Ready!!
Hinata keeps digging around for things to stuff in the back, and Tobio's shoulders relax. He leans off the door and comes inside the room. Very Hinata. Remnants of mess. A teenage boy. But... the other things.
He stands in front of picture of the Karasuno team, peering up at it with a strangely soft expression on his face. Fly. Hinata really did care a lot about them. The team. His teammates. Even being a loser middle schooler with no formal training or even a volleyball team...
He misses the tongue. He absolutely misses the ball.
It smacks him in the shoulder and bounces into the side of his head, and he hunches. Slowly, he turns to look over his shoulder, offering Hinata a dark (playful) glare.]
[Ha! A snort of laughter escapes him. Even if hitting Kageyama's head with the ball during their first practice match had been one of the most terrifying experiences of his life, they're not on the court now.]
It's not my fault you weren't paying attention, Bakayama.
[Shouyou grabs his bag and dashes out of his room, still laughing.]
Don't forget to grab the ball!! [That should delay him and give Shouyou a head start!!]
The delay is inevitable. He has to pause in starting to scoop the ball up his arm into the crook of his elbow, but once that's over, the loud stomp of his feet can be heard barreling out of the room after Hinata.
He'll catch him at the door. The other brat is going to have to stop in the entrance to put on shoes, trapped between him and the door.]
[Who needs shoes!! Answer: Shouyou. As much as he'd love to just zoom right out the door and leave Kageyama in the dust, he has to pause and slip his shoes on, just like Kageyama predicted.
No matter how quickly he does this, it's enough time for Kageyama to catch up. OH WELL, this way they can actually race to the park. Careful to dodge any swipes at him, Shouyou darts in and snatches the ball from Kageyama's arms with a grin.]
Let's go, let's go! What's taking you so long?
[All this is said while bouncing impatiently on his toes, like there's no end to the energy he's practically exuding.]
[Tobio effectively skids across the floor at the hall before barreling down it toward the foyer where Hinata is standing. He lifts the ball like he's going to spike it right in Hinata's face, but it disappears out of his hands.
He stares, and then his face breaks out into a scowl.] You--!! [He has to pause to shove his feet inside his shoes.] You better start running--
[He pops the top of the ball and gets it out of Hinata's hands to the floor. And then he opens the door to fly out with his bag.] --or I'm going to leave you in the dust.
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Except, it's not all as exciting as he thought it would be. For one, the house is eerily quiet when he gets home from practice. Two, it's boring. There's only so much he can do on his own.
...now there's an idea. Obviously, that just means he needs to make sure he's not alone.
Shouyou rolls over onto his stomach, tongue sticking out slightly as he types out a message to "Grumpyama". Well, messages. Plural.]
Kageyama!! What are you up to?
[A minute later.] Kageyamaaaaaaaaaa
[Another thirty seconds later.] Don't ignore me, you jerk!! ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ
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He accidentally slaps it on the floor when he rolls over to get it, and then he accidentally half slides out of the bed when retrieving it. It's a wonder he has the skills to play volleyball when he's this much of a mess right now.]
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I was trying to take a NAP
what do you want??
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No time for naps, Tiredyama!!
You're not doing anything, right??
You should come over. We can practice some more!
[Because they didn't practice enough earlier, apparently.]
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Is Hinata for real?]
I'M NAPPING
isn't your family there?
how are we going to practice
you said they yell at you whenever you're loud
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They're not here!
Why else did you think I suggested it, stupid
[More importantly, why isn't Kageyama jumping at the chance to play some more? Convincing his partner to come over isn't going as smoothly as he thought he would.]
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[Now he has to get up, he hates this... even though he really enjoys practicing. Anyway. He drags himself out of bed and starts getting his shit together; i.e. wearing something besides a t-shirt and boxers. In a gym bag, he puts some athletic clothes for practice; everything else is already there from school.
At the entrance, putting on his shoes, he stops to type:]
give me ten for the walk and fifteen for the train
where'd your family go?
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They're visiting my aunt!
[Playfully, he adds-] Slowpoke!! I bet I could make the walk in half that time (۶•̀ᴗ•́)۶
[He's both happy and relieved that Kageyama's actually coming over, but he's not gonna tell him that. Obviously.]
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But now that he's here, he suddenly understands the severity of being at a peer's house much less at a peer's house without family. He wastes a whole minute standing, huffing, in front of the nameplate on the gateway.
...Then he hurries several yards down the street to the nearest vending machine to get some "gifts" before hurrying back. Okay. Not bad.
Eight minutes and a half early.]
i'm here
what a loser
He runs down the stairs, two at a time because he can, and flings the door open.]
You're here!
listen you
Looking sour, though not angrily, he shifts the vending machine snacks in his arms and...
...slowly bows at the shoulders before he begins handing them out for Hinata to take. It's not a traditional house gift, but between peers, between dumb sports boys their age, it's fine. Snacks. Drinks.]
It's not much... but here's something for you, I guess.
:B
But then, there's the snacks and Kageyama bowing of all things. Shouyou takes one look at the armful of goodies before he loses it. Practically wheezing, Shouyou leans against the doorframe because he's laughing too hard to stay upright.]
You brought gifts? I told you my parents aren't home. [He can't stop grinning.] Who are you trying to impress here?
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Tobio's face grows increasingly more pinched, more sour, even if he doesn't lift up from the bow, and he's still offering out the goods.] Stop laughing, you dingbat!
I'm not an ogre! You're supposed to bring gifts when you go to someone else's house. [Too late. Tobio rights himself and then pelts Hinata with the candy and chip portion of the snacks.] You're the last person I'm trying to impress!
It's called manners!
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When there's family around, sure. It's just us here, Kageyama! Ow! [Shouyou's not fast enough to dodge the first couple of packets thrown his way, and they fall to the floor with sad thumps.] You can't throw things at your host! Now who's an ogre?
[Snack ammunition aside, Shouyou's still snickering as he starts tugging at Kageyama's arms, pulling him into the house, snacks and all.]
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[It's all he can think to say as Hinata grabs up the dropped snacks. He isn't able to get anything else out before Hinata is yanking him inside; he's obliged to go or be forced to stumble.
It's when he's inside he realizes, again, he's standing in a peer's house. It's some kind of weird, intimate honor, and he doesn't know if he wants or likes it yet. Everything is... so personal. The way things are put in their places, chosen specifically for some reason or another, the smell, the closeness. This is what is telling about a person.
His shoes come off at the genkan, and then he steps up into the house fully, but waits for Hinata to lead.]
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It feels wrong, to see Kageyama looking almost hesitant while he lingers near the genkan, like he isn't sure he belongs here. Deciding to do something about it, Shouyou takes the opportunity to flick one of the bag of chips right onto Kageyama's head, messing up the hair further and probably crushing some of the chips inside--a necessary sacrifice to make Kageyama stop looking so weird.]
Come on, Kageyama! What are you waiting for? [Leaving the bag on the setter's head, Shouyou makes a beeline for the kitchen so he can set the snacks down.]
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But he’s moving at least, beelining after Hinata for the kitchen, and when he gets there, he places the drinks and the bag on the counter. It’s... cute. It’s easy to tell there’s a mother and a little sister, and it’s easy to tell there’s Hinata. When he finds himself staring, he focuses and looks away. His hair is still a disaster.]] Don’t eat them all in one go, fatty.
Where did you want to practice? My stuff is in my bag.
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Oh yeah, there's a park near here! We can practice over there and then grab some bento from the store on the way back afterward. [He's already scrambling to get his own bag as he says all this.] Let's go!
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Face twisting in exasperation, he watches Hinata almost slide up trying to rush off to get things together. Geez. He can't believe he's friends with this giant idiot much less over at the boy's house.
Unsure if he has permission to follow, he instead does the next best thing and plunders most of the way there, starting with the den. It's the best area to see embarrassing things about Hinata... like photos of him and his family. A baby boy with fat cheeks and red hair, a toddler grinning beside an equally as fat-cheeked baby with red hair and a bow. His sister, he's guessing.
Cute...
Hinata takes too long anyway, and Kageyama ends up down the hall toward the room making a bunch of noise. He shifts his own bag and leans on the doorframe with a shoulder, peering in the open door at Hinata.]
Now who's the slowpoke?
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I'm almost done, stupid! Geez, you're impatient. [Said the pot to the kettle, apparently forgetting how he'd barely given Kageyama any time to respond to his texts earlier.
Shouyou, being the mature teenager that he is, pauses in the middle of zipping his bag up and sticks his tongue out at Kageyama before grabbing a light sweater from the floor. And most importantly, the volleyball! Shouyou lobs the ball at Kageyama, grinning.] Ready!!
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Hinata keeps digging around for things to stuff in the back, and Tobio's shoulders relax. He leans off the door and comes inside the room. Very Hinata. Remnants of mess. A teenage boy. But... the other things.
He stands in front of picture of the Karasuno team, peering up at it with a strangely soft expression on his face. Fly. Hinata really did care a lot about them. The team. His teammates. Even being a loser middle schooler with no formal training or even a volleyball team...
He misses the tongue. He absolutely misses the ball.
It smacks him in the shoulder and bounces into the side of his head, and he hunches. Slowly, he turns to look over his shoulder, offering Hinata a dark (playful) glare.]
You little--AIRHEAD!
[He's getting ready to chase.]
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It's not my fault you weren't paying attention, Bakayama.
[Shouyou grabs his bag and dashes out of his room, still laughing.]
Don't forget to grab the ball!! [That should delay him and give Shouyou a head start!!]
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[Tobio hates this little Fanta squirt!!
The delay is inevitable. He has to pause in starting to scoop the ball up his arm into the crook of his elbow, but once that's over, the loud stomp of his feet can be heard barreling out of the room after Hinata.
He'll catch him at the door. The other brat is going to have to stop in the entrance to put on shoes, trapped between him and the door.]
fanta squirt...
No matter how quickly he does this, it's enough time for Kageyama to catch up. OH WELL, this way they can actually race to the park. Careful to dodge any swipes at him, Shouyou darts in and snatches the ball from Kageyama's arms with a grin.]
Let's go, let's go! What's taking you so long?
[All this is said while bouncing impatiently on his toes, like there's no end to the energy he's practically exuding.]
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He stares, and then his face breaks out into a scowl.] You--!! [He has to pause to shove his feet inside his shoes.] You better start running--
[He pops the top of the ball and gets it out of Hinata's hands to the floor. And then he opens the door to fly out with his bag.] --or I'm going to leave you in the dust.
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