recently followed your twitter and saw your haircut picture and first, cute! You’re lovely! Second, I’m gonna sound like a dumbass but I’m so used to associating you with kagehina icons that I like forgot you had a face ._. Don’t take this as an insult (I hope not please oh gosh) this is more so to explain how stupid I am and how much I love your hair ok well this was a mess byeee sorry for this lmao
oh my god no don’t apologize and i don’t take that as an insult xD thank you very much, first of all :D this is what i woke up to this morning and it felt GOOD 💕💕 and second, i literally had the EXACT SAME THOUGHT LAST WEEK?? about associating people with their icons!?? i almost made a post ab it too, like i know these are people with noses and lips attached to their awesome personalities and posts, but procedurally they are vague, nebulous entities wearing cardboard cutout masks of their characters like some hastily assembled low-rent masquerade. the internet is wild xD
ok but now i’m thinking about a kagehina modern day masquerade ball au where they meet and fall in love à la romeo and juliet and its kind of obvious what hinata really looks like without his mask, because of his hair and height and personality, so he’s completely recognizable, but kags is a different story, maybe his face is more obscured by his mask, maybe hinata is just Dumb, but after a night of dancing and mostly Lewd Behavior in a broom closet, oikawa and tsukishima whisk kageyama away for some reason or another before hinata finds out kageyama’s name (this is literally what happens in romeo and juliet, right? it’s been a while) so he laments his life and masturbates to death later that night, and on monday before leading his Business Meeting (high-power exec hinata? i think so) he’s sobbing to yachi or kenma about the party and how devastated he is that he’ll never know who the man of his dreams is but he has an Important Meeting to lead now so he puts the mourning on hold, and then 5 minutes into the meeting, while hinata is in the midst of his presenation, the new junior accountant comes in, his head ducked and mumbling apologies for being late, so hinata stops talking and narrows his eyes at him and says something douchey like “thanks for joining us, kageyama,” but his eyes linger an extra second on the man who joined the company only, like, a month ago, and he feels his cheeks start to warm, but there’s no way, but memories of strong, urgent hands oh him come flooding back, kicking up butterflies in his stomach and a whole lot of remorse, so he clears his head and gets back to his presentation. but his eyes keep drifting to the new guy… who, by the way, isn’t avoiding his gaze or anything, he isn’t staring at hinata, either. he’s acting obnoxiously normal, and it irritates the shit out of hinata that he isn’t, like, showing even the smallest amount of shame for being late to his presentation. hinata remains irked for hours after, brooding in his office and looking out onto the sea of cubicles through the glass wall, scowling at the small tuft of black hair he can see peeking over one of the partitions as kageyama works away. and then without a plan or reason in place, hinata is on the intra-office phone line, dialing kageyama’s extension.
“kageyama,” kageyama answers.
hinata is caught off guard momentarily - half from his lack of forethought and half from kageyama’s deep, rumbling voice. “i, uh, can you come in here a second?” hinata gets out. he clears his throat and takes on his most authoritative tone. “i’d like to speak with you.”
there’s a pause, and then,
hinata huffs out a flustered breath, taken aback. “your boss,” he puffs, eyes narrowed at the crown of shiny black hair.
“which… oh—“ kageyama stands up in his cubicle, looking lost, first turning towards the break room and then slowly pivoting, scanning the entire office before finally facing hinata’s direction. when they make eye contact through the glass, hinata tips the phone away from his head and gives a look of ‘duh you colossal idiot’. he goes to hang up the phone, but then he sees kageyama’s lips move.
hinata pulls the phone back to his ear. “what?”
“now?” kageyama presumably repeats.
hinata blinks. “yes, now.”
there’s another pause, and kageyama slowly glances around. and then,
hinata sputters wordlessly and dumbly, because the guy has the nerve to sound annoyed. but also because hinata has absolutely no reason for why.
“just get in here!” he hisses before smacking the phone back into the hook. he watches kageyama recoil from the receiver in his own hand before looking down at it. he hangs up, too, and slowly makes his way down the aisles, weaving towards hinata’s office.
but now hinata is like one blood-pressure point away from full blown panic, because he has absolutely nothing to say to this guy, and now he’s pissy, and he didn’t get to where he is now in the field without realizing that anxiety and anger don’t make for a good combination for business discourse. but kageyama is his subordinate, so thinking quickly, with his brain, hinata scans his office with wild eyes, knowing he’ll find a good enough reason for summoning kageyama if he just focuses for one second. his eyes land on the phone, and already seemingly forgetting the lesson he’s in the midst of learning about thinking before doing, he jumps up and his hand shoots out, sending several papers flying and his office phone clattering to the carpet, right as kageyama opens the door.with his palms flat on the desk, hinata watches kageyama cock an eyebrow at a piece of paper that flutters to join the rest of the mess. hinata swallows when their eyes meet.“you wanted me?”“i do— i mean, yes, i uh,” hinata clears his throat. “my phone,” he says, pointing to the item on the floor. “it’s… in need of repair.”kageyama keeps his eyes on hinata’s face, expression unchanged aside from a couple of eye blinks. a couple seconds pass, and hinata can feel his mouth drying out at the silence. but then kageyama moves, shutting the door behind him and then walking forward, his eyes pinned to hinata, looking away only when he stoops to retrieve the base and receiver from where they fell. blankly studying hinata’s face, he replaces the phone on the desk, gently clicking the receiver back onto the hook. “anything else?” he asks. hinata’s mouth gapes and shuts, eyes blinking from the phone to kageyama’s bored, vaguely irritated expression. “i-i mean it’s broken!” hinata waves his hand at the thing, “i need a new one.”“you just called me on it,” kageyama points out, slipping his hands into his pockets. “well, yeah! that’s how i know it’s broken.”kageyama nods slowly. “so the call you made to me about the phone being broken,” he says slowly, “is what led you to find out that the phone is broken.” “Yes,” hinata says, narrowing his eyes. “and… after talking to me on the broken phone, you threw it on the floor.”Hinata plops back down into his chair, scrubbing a hand down his warm face before crossing his arms over his chest and glaring over at kageyama. “i just need it fixed!” he asserts. “right,” kageyama rolls his tongue in his cheek. “so…” kageyama pulls a hand from his pocket and fingers at the laminate clipped to the lanyard around his neck, looking down and squinting as he flips it front to back. he does this for a while - long enough for hinata to sigh a breath out his nose and ask,“what are you doing?”“trying to see where it says ‘Phone Repairman’,” he says, dropping it back into place. He looks again at hinata, leaning a hand on his desk. “sorry, until i get a new badge i don’t think i can help you.”hinata is speechless. mostly at the audacity, but mostly at the way the long fingers of that hand are slowly, almost silently drumming over the fine wood. and a flash of a lust-addled memory illuminates in his mind—’f-feels— ah— so good— d-don’t stop— please don’t stop—‘‘quiet, dumbass,’ a low voice rumbles in his ear, a warm, solid chest, pressing hinata’s sweat damp costume shirt against his hot skin, ‘the music isn’t that loud—’and then there are long, sturdy fingers sliding into his gasping mouth, over his kiss-raw lips and wet, panting tongue, and as the aforementioned music hits a swirling crescendo at the party on the other side of the wall, so, too, does hinata, his pleasure spiking him into near delirium, his toes curl in his fine shoes, a fist twists into black hair, and his teeth clamp down onto—onto…his eyes stay glued to the two marred fingers as they tap away, small, fading bruises stand ring-like just above the second knuckle. hinata’s stomach swoops and he looks up.deep blue eyes stare back at him and kageyama drags his bottom lip through his teeth. “well,” he says quietly, hungrily, almost, as he takes his hand off the desk, “let me know if you’ll be needing anything else, boss.” he takes a few steps backwards, and then turns and lets himself out of the office. i’m not sure what just happened. i think i was relying to an ask about twitter? huh. anyway :D thank you, anon! i’m feeling good today!
