“No. Absolutely not.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest defiantly as your boyfriend asked you yet again to do to something he knew you didn’t want to do. His smug face just riled you up even further, he had no problems with the task at hand, and continued to provoke you.
“Your Turn.”
It was a simple statement yet it held so much within it. Sehun sat on the couch, his head resting upon his hand as he stayed there unmoving, his brown eyes watching you playfully as you stood before him. He knew it was eating at you and he loved seeing you squirm. You hated the fact that you couldn’t help yourself and played into his hands every single time.
“No. I don’t want to do it.”
You could hear the pout in your voice as you cringed inwardly at your reaction. You were pulling out all the stops this time, knowing that Sehun had a soft spot for your cute ways.
“Babe, it’s just for me. No one will ever know. Please?”
Sehun moved towards you then, his hands reaching out to grab at your shirt, pulling you into him as he wrapped his arms around you affectionately. His lips finding the skin on the back of your neck as he left soft kisses there a moment later. He was playing dirty too.
You sighed into the feeling, relishing the way his mouth moved against you, distracting you from your task at hand. Shaking yourself out of the reverie you moved away from his touch, turning to face him with a scowl on your face.
“That was unfair.” You pointed a finger at him accusingly.
Sehun just smiled playfully, knowing full well that his tactic almost worked, yet enjoyed the fight you put up even though he knew your determination had faltered.
“Whatever do you mean? If you just take your turn, then we can all have what we want. Hmm?” he wriggled his eyebrows teasingly as he moved towards you, closing the gap between you again as he pushed you back against the couch, his body ever so slightly above yours.
He had taken the breath out of you, your cheeks suddenly feeling hot as one hand rested against your cheek, the other running little circles along your midriff that was now peeking through as your shirt shifted up slightly.
“Why do you always do this?” You asked, your eyes closed as you concentrated on his touch once more.
“Why do you always protest too much?” He countered mumbling against your skin as his lips made their way down your neck teasingly.
You sighed. Resigning to the fact that there was now no way for you to fight against him anymore. You would finally give in and take your turn. He always had this affect on you and you despised and loved it in equal measure.
“Oppa.”
You said it so quickly that some part of you thought he hadn’t heard you at first, yet Sehun stilled instantly, causing you to open your eyes. He was looking straight at you, his brown eyes showing a sign of something you hadn’t seen before.
“Sehun, are you okay?”
“Wahh, my heart. See it wasn’t so hard was it?” he announced dramatically, his hands leaving you and stopping over his heart as his smile grew even wider. You rolled your eyes, pushing him playfully as you tried to move from under him.
“The things you make me do, I swear.” You admitted, shaking your head at the audacity of your boyfriend.
We’ll be back in a little while.” Sawamura said as he unlocked the volleyball club room.
“Okay!” Hinata replied excitedly. Kageyama nodded and took the keys from Sawamura. The Karasuno Boys Volleyball Team was throwing a before-summer-break party at the enthusiastic suggestion of Nishinoya. The dirty work had, of course, been left to the first years. Kageyama and Hinata were assigned to clean the cramped club room, which hadn’t had a thorough sweep in a long time.
“Why do we have to use the club room?” Kageyama had questioned Sawamura earlier.
“Well, we don’t exactly have money to go somewhere…” he replied, a bit sheepish.
“My, my.” came Tsukkishima’s condescending voice. “How insensitive can you get?”
Kageyama glared back at him. He was about to retort when he felt a tug on his shirt. He turned to find Hinata beaming up at him.
“Hey! Don’t look so sour!” Hinata playfully scolded him. “It could be really fun!”
Yamaguchi stifled a giggle, but Kageyama shot him a death stare that shut him up.
“Oi! Kageyama!” Hinata said. He took Kagayama’s hand and started to pull him along. “Let’s go!”
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Presently, Kageyama and Hinata had just stepped over the threshold of the club room. The curtain over the small window was blocking the light and there were a few papers and some snack wrappers strewn across the floor. Hinata scurried over and threw the curtain open and looked out the window. Kageyama flicked on the lights and quickly scanned the room.
“There’s not too much garbage, so we’ll be done quickly.” he observed.
“Aw! Too bad,” Hinata whined, “I wanted to spend time with you!” He ran back over to Kageyama and hugged him. Kageyama felt his face explode with heat and pushed Hinata away in an awkward jerk.
“Stay here!” he ordered in a loud voice. Hinata looked up in bewilderment.
“Why? Where are you going?” he asked.
“To get brooms, idiot.” Kageyama snapped, though his ears still burned bright red. As he strode away in a huff, Hinata plopped himself down at the small table. He squirmed around, making himself comfortable on the hard floor. He laid his head down on the table’s smooth surface and closed his eyes.
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“Hey!” came a sharp voice, jostling Hinata awake. He blinked groggily to see Kageyama holding two brooms.
“What are you? A little kid?” Kageyama asked, “Napping in the middle of the day?”
“I’m not a little kid!” Hinata started, but was cut off by having a broom thrust into his hands.
“Start over in the corner.” Kageyama directed. Hinata pouted, but still took the broom. A few mintues into sweeping, Kageyama realized the pile of dust wasn’t getting any bigger. He turned to check on Hinata and was met with a surprise.
Instead of sweeping, Hinata was waltzing with the broom! Kageyama stared at Hinata in disbelief. Why wasn’t he sweeping his side of the room? And where did he learn to waltz? Almost as if in response to his questions, Hinata smiled over at him.
“Come dance with me!” Hinata said, arms open. Once again, Kageyama flushed and looked away.
“You’re so cute, Kageyama!” Hinata giggled.
“Just get back to work!” Kageyama shouted in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment. Hinata laughed and continued sweeping.
Soon, the room was dust free, and the next task arose: hanging up streamers.
“Catch!” Hinata cried and chucked a roll of streamer paper at Kageyama. Instinctively, Kageyama crouched to set, but it simply bounced off his head.
“Ha ha!” Hinata cackled, unaware of the murderous aura radiating from Kageyama.
“Did you think that was funny?” he seethed. Hinata stopped laughing and an eep escaped from him. He shook his head no and hastily ran to put up the streamers.
“Finally” Kageyama thought. ”We can get some work done.” And indeed they did. Twenty minutes later, the ceiling was decorated with colourful streamers hanging down like rain.
“Wow! It’s so pretty!” Hinata’s eyes gleamed as he gazed at their handiwork. Kageyama grunted in agreement,
“N-nice job.”
Suddenly, he felt something scratchy being laced around his neck: the streamer paper. Hinata tied a knot a created a sloppy bowtie, then grinned.
“You look great!” he complimented and straightened the bowtie. Before Kageyama had time to react, the door flew open with Sugawara in the entrance. In his haste to rip off the bowtie, Kageyama ended up tightening it, causing him to choke.
“What the-“ Sugawara hurried over to help the poor boy out. After disentangling Kageyama, he inquired,
“What happened?”
Hinata still had a wild look in his eye from the flurry of events.
“I-him-we!” he blubbered while pointing in every which way. Kageyama picked up the shredded streamer and gruffly said,
“Nothing happened.”
Shrugging, Sugawara handed them a shopping bag.
“Some more decorations,” he clarified, “Tanaka and Azumane made them.”
He turned and exited, leaving the two boys. Both peered into the bag, curiosity etched on their faces. Hinata drew one of the decorations out and admired it in awe. It was a little, black cut-out of a crow with Ennoshita written on it in white ink. Reaching in for another, the next crow had Shizumu on it.
“There must be one for everyone.” Kageyama guessed. They worked quietly, the walls becoming adorned with crows. Interrupting the silence, Hinata spun around to face Kageyama.
“I’m sorry!” he cried and bowed deeply. Kageyama looked at him, puzzled.
“For what?” he questioned.
“For making you mad,” Hinata whimpered, “and for being such a pest.”
Kageyama made no response. Instead, he shuffled over to the shopping bag and began rooting around in its contents. When he had found the crow he wanted, he strode back over to Hinata.
“What would I expect?” he mused and flicked Hinata’s forehead. “You’re like a child sometimes.”
Kageyama located the crow with his name on it and slapped the one with Hinata down beside it. The two boys met each other’s gaze and Kageyama smirked,
“But I still love you.”
Some KageHina, at the suggestion of @volleyball-birbs. Not a date, but they’re dorky enough! - grene
A bewildered expression graced Oikawa’s face now. What had just happened? His eyes followed the trail his partner had taken when they had fled.
“Hey.” another voice, Okazaki, snapped him out of his out of his reverie.
“I need to talk to you.” she stated and motioned for him to follow. The pair found a deserted hallway, then Okazaki turned on him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“What do you mean?” Oikawa questioned.
“Hanging out with your posse, that’s what I mean.” Okazaki clarified, sneering.
“Don’t you know it really hurts them when you flirt with those girls?” she continued. Flirting? Oikawa tried to wrap his head around the concept. Flirting was something he did with his partner, not those girls.
“I’m just being nice!” he defended, but realized how weak it sounded. Okazaki looked skeptical, still, she accepted his answer.
“Anyways, you should go comfort them” she stated, eyeing him doubtfully.
“Of course!” Oikawa nodded in earnest. “Where are they?”
“Up on the roof, most likely.” Okazaki turned and began walking away.
“Thank you so much!” he exclaimed gleefully. It was his chance to fix things between him and his beloved.
“By the way, you owe me one!” Okazaki called out.
“Got it!” he called back, then sprinted up towards the roof.
“So this is what my weird feeling was about…” Oikawa thought while running up the staircase. It was his entity’s innate way of telling him that his partner was hurting. Instead of rushing through the halls and risk getting caught by a teacher, Oikawa took the nearest exit and left the building.
Catching his breath, he began formulating what he would say.
My dearest, nobody is more perfect than you!
I heard you were crying, so I came to dry your tears.
No, none of those would do. They were too cheesy, plus, he didn’t want to embarrass his partner. Oikawa trudged alongside the school’s wall and soon found himself in front of the staircase to the roof. He still didn’t have a clue of what to say, but he mounted the steps anyways.
When he had almost reached the top, he noticed two figures. It was his partner and Okazaki; they huddled in a remote corner and were whispering back and forth.
“Why is Okazaki here?” Oikawa wondered. She had left him in the hall, yet she had beaten him to the roof. He climbed the last three steps, then froze. Okazaki abruptly stopped whispering and leaned in to hug his partner. Oikawa now saw how they trembled and clung to their friend. And judging by today’s events, he knew they were crying over him.
So sorry for the delay... Here is part 2 for all those who love Oikawa. I hope it is to the standard of the first part. Look out for part 3! - grene
