[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.
[Shouyou squawks indignantly as he chases after the ball when it goes rolling back down the hall.] Hey! That's my line.
[It takes a bit of time, and an extra burst of speed for Shouyou to catch up with Kageyama.] Bakayama!! You can't tell me to start running and then get a head start!
[He waits until they've reached the park (Kageyama won, of course) and they've slowed down before he makes his move. With a fierce war cry, Shouyou leaps and then tackles Kageyama to the ground from the back. Revenge!!]
[Tobio doesn't slow down. He races the fuck out of Hinata, but Hinata is also quite fast and spry, and so they are neck-and-neck the whole way, with Hinata leading them. All he has to do is stay attuned to Hinata's gravity, dragged along, going together.
He speeds up when he's certain about where the park is, overtaking Hinata in the last stretch, just barely.
Skidding to a stop, he slaps his thighs with his hands and struggles to catch his breath. NO. He start to quickly stand, but Hinata slams him from behind.] WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! [He doesn't have time to put a foot out. The two of them go right over into a huge heap of black and orange and gym clothes and bags and a ball.]
[Instead of looking winded from the fall like he should be, Shouyou just looks way too pleased with himself as he sits up. He drops his stuff carelessly off to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see the volleyball rolling to a stop near a table.
And, because he apparently has a death wish, Shouyou reaches down and musses up Kageyama's hair with two hands, snickering when it sticks up oddly. Kageyama's hair always looks too neat, anyway, compared to his own bird's nest. What's up with that?]
That's what you get for giving yourself a head start!
Nng... [Hinata isn't extremely heavy, but heavy enough, nothing but bone and skinny muscle. Tobio lets out another grunt, and he tries to escape the hands coming down for his head.
To no avail.
He's surprised when Hinata does little more than ruffle his slick, straight hair into something disorderly. What's Hinata freaking laughing at, huh?
Tobio grabs both of Hinata's wrists to keep them from doing any more damage.] Cut it out, twerp! [He shoves one of Hinata's arms with his hand and quickly snatches his up to try to smooth out what he can before he has to go back to probably holding Hinata's wrist again.]
You've got three seconds to get off me, or you'll regret it.
[Shouyou makes a big show of considering it, with an exaggerating "HMMM", before grinning down at him again.]
What're you gonna do if I don't? Give me the creepy smile again?
[Threats from Kageyama aren't as effective as they used to be, when he's been getting used to them for the past seven or so months. Besides, anything that's remotely shaped like a challenge only makes him more difficult to deal with, as Kageyama should know by now.
Shouyou shakes Kageyama's hands off so he can reach down again, this time poking his index fingers to the corners of Kageyama's lips and pushing up into the approximation of a smile.] Oooh. Scary.
[At the questioning accusation, Tobio makes a peculiar face. He gets so much hell for his damn smile. He hates it, thanks! It's not like he can really control the fact he looks intimidating when he--
His hands drop, and Hinata reaches out. He's quick to reach back up, but all he can grab at this angle is Hinata's forearms near the elbow. Two fingers smash into each side of his mouth and then push. His lips peel back, his teeth bared in a smile that doesn't at all match the expression on the upper half of his face.
Confusion, irritation. His eyes darken.] You--! [His fingers grip Hinata's skin, and he jerks his knees up, shoving both of them into Hinata's butt. He bucks his hips to try to toss Hinata off-kilter over his head, but he rolls as he does it, attempts to turn the tables.] --little tangerine idiot!
[The two of them should probably be a little more worried about the disapproval they'd get for rolling around in the grass and squabbling like kids. But there's no one around right now, and Daichi isn't here to stare at them in the terrifying way he does, so Shouyou pays no attention to anything else.
The wind gets knocked out of him as he lands on the ground--seriously, rude--and he just lies there for a moment, but only a moment.]
Stupid Kageyama. [Rather than jumping back onto Kageyama and latching on like the jerk deserves, Shouyou rolls onto his stomach, plucks a handful of grass from the ground beside him, and then sprinkles it all onto Kageyama's head, where they mix in with the soft, black strands.] You ready to practice or what?
Disgruntled, Tobio quickly reaches up to scrub the grass out of his hair despite missing one or two blades that get stuck between.] I said cut it out, dumbass. What's your problem?
[He grabs Hinata's wrists again, folding the arms down and pinning them on the ground.] You're the one wasting time. You'll always have shitty tosses if keep rolling on the ground and throwing grass on someone else. [One hand comes up and instead latches onto Hinata's entire head. He gently but vigorously shakes it back and forth.]
Sounds like not much is there anyway.
[And then he lets go so he can climb back to his feet. Only--he's a soft fool, and he extends his hand out to offer Hinata help up.]
It doesn't count when you're the one I'm doing all that with anyway!
[Just...go with it, Kageyama. That made a lot more sense in his head. Surprisingly, Shouyou doesn't even dodge when Kageyama grabs at his head. Though he's at least aware enough not to point out that Kageyama's wasting just as much time by doing this as he was before.]
Your grades are just as bad as mine, stupid. [Shouyou sticks his tongue out at Kageyama again, but he takes the hand that's offered with half-hearted grumbling.
Once he's back on his feet again, though, his whole attitude changes. Shouyou gives a little hop of excitement, pumping both fists in the air, before darting off to retrieve the ball.] Let's practice!
Tch. [Hi expression is clearly screaming HINATA BOKE as he hauls the orange-haired boy up.] No one asked you, dumbass. My grades are fine. [Finely average.]
I'm coming. Stop bouncing around and hurry up.
[While Hinata chases down the ball, Tobio actually gathers up both of their bags to sling over his shoulder and cart them along. Stupid Hinata. At least it's late enough to both be cooler and free of a lot of people.
All they need is a good, even clearing.] There? [He lifts his hand and points a few yards away from them. No people. No trees. Wide and level.]
[Doubt!! So much doubt, as Shouyou's expression says clearly enough. You needed the tutoring from Yachi as much as he did, don't lie. Still, Shouyou's feeling gracious enough not to pursue that line of teasing. Well, okay, it's mostly because volleyball's on his mind again and he'd rather think about that than their grades.]
Yup, that's perfect. [Shouyou declares when he glances at what Kageyama's pointing at. And, instead of zooming right off like others might've expected, Shouyou tugs his bag out of Kageyama's grip and walks with him the rest of the way. With a grin, he bumps shoulders with him playfully, ready to dart out of the way if Kageyama makes another grab for him.] At least we're all warmed up already.
[Then, hopefully, eagerly, as always--] You'll toss to me, right?
[Without incident, Tobio hands over the other boy's bag and continues walking toward the patch of clearing they'll claim as their practice grounds.]
Hm. [Hinata knows he's going to be a butt about it, right? For a long moment, Tobio gives Hinata a kind of once-over. Clinical. Scrutinizing. And then he looks away again.] I don't toss to losers who can't make good serves.
[This has nothing to do with how good Hinata is receiving tosses, but listen. He wants Hinata to be challenged.]
[What is this betrayal... at first, Shouyou just wilts, because, yes!! He knows his serves suck, okay. And then he's puffing right back up again, like an orange blowfish.]
Stingy! Stingy-yama. [With a huff, Shouyou bumps his shoulder into Kageyama's again, this time more indignant than playful.] Fiiiiiiiiine, let's work on serves! But you have to toss to me afterward. No excuses!
[Then, just as suddenly as his annoyance had come, it vanishes, Shouyou lighting up with an idea.] You should teach me how to do a jump serve! [That's kind of like a spike...sort of.]
[Great. He is gonna have to suffer through terrible jump serves. Ah well. At least it’s just practice even if Tobio is still kinda of the mindset Hinata should focus on being only the spiking decoy. It’s fine.
It’ll be fine. Right?] Only when you give me a good normal serve maybe. [He drops a hand on Hinata’s head and squeezes gently. And then he hustles the rest of the way to the clearing to drop his bag off along the side of their invisible court boundaries.]
[What if he just lobs the ball at Kageyama again? Seriously, he's considering it.]
Stop changing the rules, Bakayama! You said we should work on serves--why not the jump serve!
[Still, Shouyou still follows Kageyama the rest of the way, eyeballing the clearing until he can kind of imagine the lines that would dictate where the court begins.]
Ugh, fine. I'll show you my best serve yet! [Grumbling, Shouyou tries to do a showy little flip of the ball before he serves, like he's seen Kageyama and Oikawa do. Only, he ends up fumbling, nearly dropping the ball instead.]
[No matter where Tobio stands, he'll be able to get to the ball--or so he thinks. He does position himself kind of in the middle of the "court," making it easier, plus there's only the two of them.
He's ready.
Oh... Hinata practically drops it on the ground.] Stop trying to show off, idiot. We're volleyball players, not basketball players. Stop trying to dribble it and serve it! [He's not even going to give Hinata a "don't mind," because MIND IT.] Do it the normal way. You can't just go straight into a jump serve.
[As much as Shouyou wants to be stubborn about this, he did just almost drop the ball, and he doesn't know if he'd survive the mortification of actually dropping it in front of Kageyama. Of all people.
So, while he's still grumbling at the unfairness of it all, he throws the ball up and gives Kageyama the serve he wanted. A perfectly boring, normal serve.]
[Since they aren't in a legitimate game, since they're practicing, Kageyama simply reaches up and catches the ball with both hands after the serve. It lands firm and with a delicious whomp in his palms.
His arms bend back, ball to his chest, and then he throws it across to Hinata.] Again. [As if one serve is going to cut it. Think again, Orange Creamsicle.]
[The ball's easy enough to catch, and Shouyou hugs it to his chest as he pulls a face at Kageyama. The challenge has him all fired up, though, as it always does when Kageyama taunts him like this.]
As if! I'm just getting started! [He smacks the ball with more force this time, sending it toward Kageyama again. That makes two good serves in a row.] Unless you're the one who's running out of steam already. Is Tiredyama making another appearance??
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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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[It takes a bit of time, and an extra burst of speed for Shouyou to catch up with Kageyama.] Bakayama!! You can't tell me to start running and then get a head start!
[He waits until they've reached the park (Kageyama won, of course) and they've slowed down before he makes his move. With a fierce war cry, Shouyou leaps and then tackles Kageyama to the ground from the back. Revenge!!]
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He speeds up when he's certain about where the park is, overtaking Hinata in the last stretch, just barely.
Skidding to a stop, he slaps his thighs with his hands and struggles to catch his breath. NO. He start to quickly stand, but Hinata slams him from behind.] WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! [He doesn't have time to put a foot out. The two of them go right over into a huge heap of black and orange and gym clothes and bags and a ball.]
Get offa me, dumbass!
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[Instead of looking winded from the fall like he should be, Shouyou just looks way too pleased with himself as he sits up. He drops his stuff carelessly off to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see the volleyball rolling to a stop near a table.
And, because he apparently has a death wish, Shouyou reaches down and musses up Kageyama's hair with two hands, snickering when it sticks up oddly. Kageyama's hair always looks too neat, anyway, compared to his own bird's nest. What's up with that?]
That's what you get for giving yourself a head start!
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To no avail.
He's surprised when Hinata does little more than ruffle his slick, straight hair into something disorderly. What's Hinata freaking laughing at, huh?
Tobio grabs both of Hinata's wrists to keep them from doing any more damage.] Cut it out, twerp! [He shoves one of Hinata's arms with his hand and quickly snatches his up to try to smooth out what he can before he has to go back to probably holding Hinata's wrist again.]
You've got three seconds to get off me, or you'll regret it.
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What're you gonna do if I don't? Give me the creepy smile again?
[Threats from Kageyama aren't as effective as they used to be, when he's been getting used to them for the past seven or so months. Besides, anything that's remotely shaped like a challenge only makes him more difficult to deal with, as Kageyama should know by now.
Shouyou shakes Kageyama's hands off so he can reach down again, this time poking his index fingers to the corners of Kageyama's lips and pushing up into the approximation of a smile.] Oooh. Scary.
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His hands drop, and Hinata reaches out. He's quick to reach back up, but all he can grab at this angle is Hinata's forearms near the elbow. Two fingers smash into each side of his mouth and then push. His lips peel back, his teeth bared in a smile that doesn't at all match the expression on the upper half of his face.
Confusion, irritation. His eyes darken.] You--! [His fingers grip Hinata's skin, and he jerks his knees up, shoving both of them into Hinata's butt. He bucks his hips to try to toss Hinata off-kilter over his head, but he rolls as he does it, attempts to turn the tables.] --little tangerine idiot!
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The wind gets knocked out of him as he lands on the ground--seriously, rude--and he just lies there for a moment, but only a moment.]
Stupid Kageyama. [Rather than jumping back onto Kageyama and latching on like the jerk deserves, Shouyou rolls onto his stomach, plucks a handful of grass from the ground beside him, and then sprinkles it all onto Kageyama's head, where they mix in with the soft, black strands.] You ready to practice or what?
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Disgruntled, Tobio quickly reaches up to scrub the grass out of his hair despite missing one or two blades that get stuck between.] I said cut it out, dumbass. What's your problem?
[He grabs Hinata's wrists again, folding the arms down and pinning them on the ground.] You're the one wasting time. You'll always have shitty tosses if keep rolling on the ground and throwing grass on someone else. [One hand comes up and instead latches onto Hinata's entire head. He gently but vigorously shakes it back and forth.]
Sounds like not much is there anyway.
[And then he lets go so he can climb back to his feet. Only--he's a soft fool, and he extends his hand out to offer Hinata help up.]
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[Just...go with it, Kageyama. That made a lot more sense in his head. Surprisingly, Shouyou doesn't even dodge when Kageyama grabs at his head. Though he's at least aware enough not to point out that Kageyama's wasting just as much time by doing this as he was before.]
Your grades are just as bad as mine, stupid. [Shouyou sticks his tongue out at Kageyama again, but he takes the hand that's offered with half-hearted grumbling.
Once he's back on his feet again, though, his whole attitude changes. Shouyou gives a little hop of excitement, pumping both fists in the air, before darting off to retrieve the ball.] Let's practice!
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I'm coming. Stop bouncing around and hurry up.
[While Hinata chases down the ball, Tobio actually gathers up both of their bags to sling over his shoulder and cart them along. Stupid Hinata. At least it's late enough to both be cooler and free of a lot of people.
All they need is a good, even clearing.] There? [He lifts his hand and points a few yards away from them. No people. No trees. Wide and level.]
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Yup, that's perfect. [Shouyou declares when he glances at what Kageyama's pointing at. And, instead of zooming right off like others might've expected, Shouyou tugs his bag out of Kageyama's grip and walks with him the rest of the way. With a grin, he bumps shoulders with him playfully, ready to dart out of the way if Kageyama makes another grab for him.] At least we're all warmed up already.
[Then, hopefully, eagerly, as always--] You'll toss to me, right?
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Hm. [Hinata knows he's going to be a butt about it, right? For a long moment, Tobio gives Hinata a kind of once-over. Clinical. Scrutinizing. And then he looks away again.] I don't toss to losers who can't make good serves.
[This has nothing to do with how good Hinata is receiving tosses, but listen. He wants Hinata to be challenged.]
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Stingy! Stingy-yama. [With a huff, Shouyou bumps his shoulder into Kageyama's again, this time more indignant than playful.] Fiiiiiiiiine, let's work on serves! But you have to toss to me afterward. No excuses!
[Then, just as suddenly as his annoyance had come, it vanishes, Shouyou lighting up with an idea.] You should teach me how to do a jump serve! [That's kind of like a spike...sort of.]
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It’ll be fine. Right?] Only when you give me a good normal serve maybe. [He drops a hand on Hinata’s head and squeezes gently. And then he hustles the rest of the way to the clearing to drop his bag off along the side of their invisible court boundaries.]
Ready when you’re ready, dingus.
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Stop changing the rules, Bakayama! You said we should work on serves--why not the jump serve!
[Still, Shouyou still follows Kageyama the rest of the way, eyeballing the clearing until he can kind of imagine the lines that would dictate where the court begins.]
Ugh, fine. I'll show you my best serve yet! [Grumbling, Shouyou tries to do a showy little flip of the ball before he serves, like he's seen Kageyama and Oikawa do. Only, he ends up fumbling, nearly dropping the ball instead.]
I...I meant to do that!
[Hrnghhhh so uncool!!]
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[No matter where Tobio stands, he'll be able to get to the ball--or so he thinks. He does position himself kind of in the middle of the "court," making it easier, plus there's only the two of them.
He's ready.
Oh... Hinata practically drops it on the ground.] Stop trying to show off, idiot. We're volleyball players, not basketball players. Stop trying to dribble it and serve it! [He's not even going to give Hinata a "don't mind," because MIND IT.] Do it the normal way. You can't just go straight into a jump serve.
Show me a regular one first.
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[As much as Shouyou wants to be stubborn about this, he did just almost drop the ball, and he doesn't know if he'd survive the mortification of actually dropping it in front of Kageyama. Of all people.
So, while he's still grumbling at the unfairness of it all, he throws the ball up and gives Kageyama the serve he wanted. A perfectly boring, normal serve.]
See? I know how to serve!
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His arms bend back, ball to his chest, and then he throws it across to Hinata.] Again. [As if one serve is going to cut it. Think again, Orange Creamsicle.]
Unless that's all you've got, twerp.
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As if! I'm just getting started! [He smacks the ball with more force this time, sending it toward Kageyama again. That makes two good serves in a row.] Unless you're the one who's running out of steam already. Is Tiredyama making another appearance??
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