Could you do something for kageoi please? ♡ thanks so much I love your writing!!
@yaytobio That’s so sweet thank you I’m glad you enjoy my writing!! And here you go!! I hope it came out okay :) Happy Halloween!
"Where's your boyfriend?" Hinata asks.
There is a tone on that last word Kageyama can't quite read, but it sounds like a swear coming from him. Hinata leans over towards the coffee table and grabs a handful of popcorn from the bowl placed strategically in the center of them. Kernels plummet through the space of his fingers, to be lost on the floor until one of them gets the energy to vacuum.
Kageyama pats the empty side of the couch on his right. The velvet upholstery feels scratchy under his skin, grates his nerves so much he can feel it in his teeth. He has never understood why people liked it so much, but it had been a free hand me down from Hinata's grandparents when they had settled on becoming roommates out of college.
There's enough space between where he's sat and the arm rest, Kageyama realizes, to accommodate another person. He had left it, unconsciously.
"Getting ready," Kageyama answers finally. His heart pulses in his head, terrified under the realization more than by the looping soundtrack of blood curdling screams and the minor chord composition.
Hinata squints at him. "Ready? For what? We have snacks and movies, what more does he need?"
Kageyama shrugs. "He said it was his Sunday bed routine."
"Whatever," Hinata grouses, elbowing his way back into the couch pillows, shoving his arms over his chest. On the screen a gloopy monster rolls itself through town-- it's the same little preview that's been playing for the last half hour. It will eat you, too! The narrator assures them. If the ad is enough to go off, Kageyama is more afraid his attention won't bear it.
They wait a little while longer. Kageyama feels odd, like he's missing something. His hand touches the open space again.
He and Oikawa had been together for a while now, confessing their mutual affections far too late to date when they were able to meet up all the time in person. The last few months had been limited to texting and the occasional video chat. Kageyama worries, for now that Oikawa has come to visit-- has spent evenings curled around him, legs unabashedly draped across Kageyama's lap, catching him off guard with well timed kisses along Kageyama's jaw, or his cheeks, or the side of his eyes--that he has grown too accustomed to having Oikawa near to go back. There are four more days left, he reminds himself, but the ache in his chest feels like a chasm.
Hinata huffs, tugging Kageyama back to focus. He leaves the couch only long enough to turn off the lights, dousing them in complete darkness. "I'm not waiting anymore," he tells Kageyama and clicks the button on the controller. Eerier music fills the room and Kageyama leans back into the couch. He pulls the throw blanket over himself, and it is not enough, but it will do.
*****
Hinata pauses the movie part way through. "This is so lame," he complains quietly, but Kageyama doesn't miss the shake in his voice. It's more noticeable in his hand when he reaches again for another handful of popcorn.
"You're scared," Kageyama notes. He keeps his hands under the blanket
"Am not," Hinata scoffs. His breath shudders on the way out. "I'm not scared," he doubles down. "It's just too cold! Aren't you cold?"
"No."
Hinata huffs indignantly. "It's because you're hogging the blanket!" He accuses Kageyama. But instead of wrestling for his own end, Hinata leaps off the couch and rushes to the lamp switch. "Shield your eyes," he warns, "I'm turning on the lights to see the heater!"
The warning does little help when the room is flooded with light. Kageyama still groans, squinting his eyes to see when they burn.
"Turn it back off," Kageyama grits out, but his only answer is a blood curdling scream.
In an instant Kageyama is up, too, practically standing on the couch cushions. His foot hits the console remote and the room fills back up with chords of horror and frantic whispers. Kageyama almost yells at Hinata, for frightening him unduly, but then his own scream lodges in his throat.
In the still dark hallway, a silhouette recoils. It's face is irregular, globs of something dripping down the creatures face as it recoils from them.
"Get the bat!" Hinata yowls. He's fumbled all the way back towards Kageyama, jumping up on the recliner. "It's gonna eat us, too!"
The hallway light flickers on.
"What is wrong with you two?" Oikawa huffs. It sounds like Oikawa at least, but his face is a putrid green, wet glops of something streaking all the way to his neck and staining an already soiled looking t-shirt.
"It's eating his face!" Hinata cries. "Kageyamaaa! Get the bat!"
The Oikawa-monster rolls his eyes. "It's an herbal face mask, shrimpy." For good measure he streaks a finger along his own cheek, revealing a slab of peach toned skin. Hinata screams again when Oikawa tries to fling the glob of goop at him. It's sticks to the red velvet recliner instead.
Oikawa huffs out of the room, most of his face mask on the floor, and the furniture, than on his skin. When he returns it has been washed off. Hinata still tells Kageyama to get the bat. "In case."
They decide, thankfully, to keep the lights on for the rest of the movie. Oikawa plops down beside Kageyama, right in the space he had left by the armrest. He hoists his legs immediately over Kageyama's lap and tugs him closer, just enough for Oikawa to nuzzle his way under Kageyama's jaw. His breath tickles under the shell of his ear when Oikawa asks, "Comfortable?"
Kageyama squirms. He chooses not to say anything, but lays his cheek upon the crown of Oikawa's head and let's himself revel in the time he has left.
Even if the ambiance is mostly soured by Hinata's frightened shouting whenever a minor character gets consumed by the evil gloop monster.
***
Oikawa scoffs. "That movie was ridiculous," he mutters, sprinting quickly under the covers to hide from the cold. His bare feet against Kageyama's own feel like ice.
Kageyama hums, tucking an arm around Oikawa's waist, pulling him in closer. "You both looked into it by the end."
"But I wasn't scared," Oikawa continues, hooking his leg about Kageyama's waist. His fists clench the fabric of his pajama shirt around the back. When he shivers, Oikawa blames it on the cold, too. "Shrimpy looked scared."
Kageyama nods, careful not to smack his jaw on Oikawa's forehead. He breathes in and hopes that Oikawa misses how it stutters when he catches a dark silhouette in the corner of the room. It doesn't move and Kageyama releases his breath.
Oikawa laughs. "I can almost see him knocking on our door with a little blanket in hand, asking if he can sleep here for the night. Just like a kid."
Kageyama's heart stutters. Our door. It sounds right to him. He wonders if it will feel right again, when Oikawa is no longer in his bed. If it will ever feel warm enough without him.
Something taps at the window and both of them startle. It is a tree branch, flung against the window by the wind.
"I'm not scared," Oikawa mutters into Kageyama's chest where he had hidden himself, "but it'd be nice to sleep with the lights on. Maybe."
And Kageyama is more than ready to oblige.
