Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: KyouHaba
A/N: for @benetnash and @ninannarambling who thoroughly encouraged the kyouhabas and participation in the thing. written for @kyouhabaweek day 5: prompt - date.
Kyoutani has been acting strange.
While he often does things out of the norm for most people, Yahaba is usually able to pick at them, figure them out, make sense of what it is Kyoutani is trying to accomplish. They’ve hung out enough time over the course of the last month that he can detect the noticeable changes, the differences between a scowl and subtle drop of his mouth, can recognize when he’s sulking rather than angry or annoyed.
But the changes since he’s picked Kyoutani up that morning leave him stumped. Scratching his head and creasing his brows while he tries to pinpoint the differences.
Their first stop is a bakery Yahaba had been talking about for weeks, but was too far out of his way after practice to make it in time before they closed. Kyoutani opens the door for him, something he doesn’t normally do, and it leaves them standing awkwardly at the entrance for a few minutes trying to figure out who would go in first before a patron shoulders past them with a box full of the sweet confections.
“Are you just gonna stand there or what?” Kyoutani growls and Yahaba glances at him on his way in, takes note of the way Kyoutani’s knuckles whiten along the edge of the door.
When it comes time to pay, Kyoutani knocks him out of the way hard enough that the cashier’s eyes widen in alarm. He sets his selections next to Yahaba’s and shoves a handful of bills at her, mouth tugged down in an impatient scowl. “Ring it all up,” he says.
The girl stammers, looking first at Kyoutani then Yahaba and back again before collecting the strewn bills on the counter. “A-All of it?”
“Did I fucking stutter? Yeah, all of it.”
At the movies a few hours later, Kyoutani is at it again. Opening doors, paying for the extra large popcorn and drink Yahaba orders, but getting nothing for himself.
“Didn’t you want anything?” Yahaba asks.
Kyoutani shakes his head, grabs the concessions and walks ahead to toe the theater door open with his foot, mumbling, “we can fuckin’ share.”
The movie starts slow, a spy thriller Yahaba had seen trailers for and thought looked promising, but a half hour into it, he feels a little guilty for coaxing Kyoutani to see it when he’ll likely be glowering at the screen the entire time. But when he glances over, he finds that Kyoutani is not only paying attention, but his teeth are scored along the edge of his lip, eyes glued to the movie with surprising focus.
Yahaba shrugs, pleased that it isn’t all a waste, and reaches into the popcorn bucket, eyes widening when he realizes there’s already a hand there. The brush of fingers jolts him, makes him jump enough to knock the bucket over, spilling its contents all over the theater floor.
“Crap, sorry!” he whispers, flinching when he takes in the mess he’s made. But Kyoutani only shakes his head and makes a grab for Yahaba’s hand instead. Maybe to calm him. Maybe because of something else.
Kyoutani’s hand is warm, clammy, a little shaky. Like he’s nervous or amped up or both. He doesn’t look at Yahaba and stays fixated on the movie, their fingers laced loosely together until the lights above brighten and the credits begin to roll. When it ends completely and Kyoutani gets up, it finally dawns on Yahaba what it is he’s been missing. The odd behavior, the offers to pay, the way Kyoutani is almost too nice, too polite, too considerate outside of their normal interactions.
They stop just outside of the theater when Yahaba turns to him, their fingers still linked. “Are we on a date?”
“The fuck kind of questions is th–” Kyoutani pauses, the color rising along appled cheeks. His eyebrows have permanently bonded and he tries to look anywhere except directly at Yahaba, scowl in place. “W-Would it suck so bad if it was?”
With a chuckle, Yahaba leans in and kisses the corner of Kyoutani’s mouth, pleased when the blush reaches the tips of his ears. “No, it wouldn’t suck,” he says, squeezing Kyoutani’s hand when they start walking. “But maybe next time, you could actually ask me first.”
Kyoutani huffs and turns away, but returns the squeeze anyway. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”
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