Kageyama Tobio thought his life had ended the day he found out Hinata Shouyou could dance, but no, it was probably ending today with Hinata sitting on his waist and baring his teeth at him.
Now that wasn’t fair at all, really, because Kageyama had just been hell bent on walking off into the sunset with his school bag in one hand and gym bag in the other. It was a special maneuver he liked to call Forgetting About It. But the whirlwind of orange had caught him across the chest before he could leave, and before he knew it his world had become a flurry of purples, pinks and molten sunshine as Hinata had settled his weight on top of him while screeching like a goddamn bird.
And how could Kageyama forget like this? He could see the slide of the muscles in Hinata’s arms, like when he’d pushed them sideways in time with the song. There was a thin sheen of sweat on the sunkissed line of Hinata’s neck, like he’d seen it that day in the park when Hinata had tipped his head back and laughed at himself as he’d dropped to his haunches and brought himself back up slowly, gracefully. Hinata’s lips were damn dry, too—which figured, considering how his tongue was always poking out and licking them while he made sultry eyes at some invisible audience.
“So my sister and I like to cover girl group songs in the park on Saturdays,” Hinata was saying now, an edge of desperation to his voice. “You’re not going to tell anyone… are… you….?”
Hinata’s eyes had slipped to where Kageyama’s gym bag had spilled its contents out onto the ground. Most of his things were pretty standard: a towel, an extra shirt, a deep blue water bottle still rolling slowly away. What Hinata was fixated on, though, was the single black pointe shoe that had somehow found its way onto the dirt despite Kageyama purposefully stuffing it into the deepest, darkest recesses of his bag.
Just like that, the charade was over. Kageyama hadn’t really been planning to forget.
Hinata swallowed roughly, and his weight let up a little, as if he’d just now realized he’d been sitting on Kageyama the entire time. Despite everything, Kageyama had to work to dispel the memory of what those hips could do. When he looked at Hinata again there was something on his face that told Kageyama that they shared something now, like co-conspirators, or partners in crime.
“So, uh,” said Hinata. His eyes were suddenly sparkling. “Have you heard of the Karasuno crew?”