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Bonus Round 1: Memory

Let's start our summer by looking at the past—things that happened in canon, or maybe in an AU, or maybe just as wishful thinking...

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Sugawara Koushi/Kageyama Tobio, Haikyuu!!

Remember when Suga taught him how to kiss?

/shot

"You're too tense, Kageyama-kun. Here, try placing your hand on my waist, like this."

gaaaayyy

Aah thank you!! I didn't think anyone would fill it haha thank youu <333

OH!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! Their hands! their facial expressions!!! I love.

kissing?
word count: 1643

The rigidity with which Kageyama is sitting upright in front of Suga is, to be frank, worrisome. Suga feels like he’s interviewing a potential new hire; like he should be about forty-three, in a rumpled suit and failing his way through a rocky second marriage. This isn’t going to work at all. If he’s going to teach Kageyama anything about—

A breeze blows across the park, and Suga’s sweaty neck is grateful for it.

“Helping you figure this out is honestly okay by me, but if you’re uncomfortable—“

“I’m not.” Kageyama says, with a bluntness Suga is beginning to recognize. It’s the same bluntness Kageyama had about him when he walked into the gym all those months ago, rigid, needing to prove something to someone.

It’s the curse of being a third year— learning these little things about your team just in time for it not to matter all that much.

Smiling as normally as possible, Suga nods, an unconvinced jerk of his head. What else is he going to do with this situation?

“Okay.” Suga gets it. Really, he does. It hasn’t been so long that he’s forgotten what its like to buzz with nervousness, staring at someone with the hopes they’ll want what you want. “Well, if this is your first k—“

“Its not my first.” Kageyama is quick to correct, polite for all that he’s cut Sugawara off mid-sentence. His blush accompanies his naturally sour look of disappointment. “I’m just not… good at it.”

Suga takes this information in stride, even though he’s suddenly intensely curious about who Kageyama’s first was. Why they didn’t figure this out together, instead of leaving Kageyama to stumble through it later on.

“I’m not promising I’m an expert either.” Suga can’t help but tease. It doubles as fair warning, for whatever comes next— he may be Kageyama’s senpai, but he is still just a High School student.

Kageyama looks vaguely like he’s trying to swallow something and breathe at the same time—a look they’ve all come to understand means I’m trying to figure out if this is okay to say. Suga gives him time.

“You look like you would be nice,” Kageyama finally manages. He’s staring directly at Suga’s mouth when he adds, “To kiss.”

Its sweet, even if the way Kageyama is staring is a little… intense. In time, it might even be smooth. Kageyama just has to work on his technique.

Which is, after all, what they’re here for today.

“Then, kiss me.” Suga says, grinning at Kageyama like he should know it’s that simple.

Kageyama comes at him with a lunge, propelled forward on the single-minded desire to please, and Suga experiences a moment of panic where he’s sure he’s going to end up in the hospital.

“Okay-“ Suga jerks back, narrowly avoiding Kageyama’s face smashing into his own. Not laughing at the near miss is the hardest thing Suga’s ever done, but he is determined to be a Good Senpai about this. “Okay, hold on. That needs to go much more slowly.”

Reaching across the space between them, Suga touches the softest parts of Kageyama’s face—the swell of his cheeks, leading himself to the curve of his ear. “I’m not going anywhere. You want to make me understand that you don’t want me to.”

Kageyama looks a little worried, and a little starstruck; like he wasn’t expecting this session to have a didactic element to it. Suga supposes the ability to keep calm and talk even with butterflies fluttering at the back of your mouth comes with experience. It’s not a helpful thing to say, so he doesn’t say it.

Instead, he smiles at Kageyama and asks, “Do you want to kiss me?”

Kageyama nods, fiercely, his eyes wide and unabashedly hopeful.

“Then you should say it.” Suga brushes his fingers through the hair hidden behind Kageyama’s ear. “Hearing that you want to kiss, makes a person want to kiss you back.”

It takes Kageyama a minute to find his tongue, or maybe just to shake off the spell of being so close to Sugawara, but eventually he manages, “Sugawara-san, can I- I’d like to kiss you- please.”

The formality of the request makes it a little weird, but the honesty with which Kageyama delivers the request makes up for it. Suga makes a mental note to mention it to Kageyama later, when he doesn’t have his hands fisted atop his knees like anchors.

“I would like that,” Suga says, feeling that spark of anticipation catch in his chest.

Kageyama doesn’t move, watching Suga the way he watches the arc of a volleyball after he’s tossed it, partly memorizing its path, and partly ingraining the feel of it into himself. Suga gives him a minute before tilting his head and asking, “Is there something wrong?”

“How will I-“ Kageyama’s eyebrows draw down, his concentration turning his face a little too severe for the situation. “Know where your mouth is?”

Suga deserves a medal for the restraint he’s showing. He’s fairly certain he wasn’t this clueless—but then again, maybe he just didn’t think about it this much. He’d seen his chance and took it, fearlessness bought on the wings of recklessness. Kageyama, it would seem, is more methodical.

“You don’t have to keep your hands to yourself.” Suga suggests. “If you want to, you can touch my face, to give yourself a more tactile guide?”

To prove it, Suga slips his fingers into the ball of Kageyama’s fist, uncurling his clenched fingers until his palm is free. Kageyama catches on then, moving his hand to rest on the shape of Sugawara’s jaw. For all that Kageyama can be hamfisted and awkward, his touch is gentle, and it’s the easiest thing in the world for Sugawara to lean into it.

This time, when Kageyama leans in, he goes slowly, and Suga feels a familiar surge of pride. It’s a much better feeling than the pangs of jealousy he’d had so often at the beginning of the year. Lightly, Kageyama’s mouth brushes Suga’s, dry and just a whisper of a touch. His hesitancy is sweet, a reminder of how he came to Suga for help in the first place.

A breeze blows through the park, gracing them with a brief reprieve from the Spring warmth quickly melting into Summer heat. Kageyama’s bangs tickle when they brush against Suga’s face, and he smiles into the kiss, taking the reigns to demonstrate how.

Kissing Kageyama’s bottom lip, once chastely, the next with just a hint of opened mouth, Suga can feel the shudder of Kageyama’s breath on his mouth. At least he’s remembering to breathe. Suga takes Kageyama through a spectrum of kisses, until Kageyama moves in closer, his knees bumping against Suga’s. The transition between kissing and being kissed is subtle, more an act of intent than an act itself, but Suga is impressed nonetheless.

Didn’t Kageyama say he wasn’t good at this? What exactly is it that he needed help with?

There’s no time to mull it over when Kageyama’s other hand is settling on his jaw, his palms reciprocal parenthesis on either side of Suga’s face. With the heat of the day settled into the ground like the warmth off an oven, their closeness should be unbearable, but its more pleasant than anything else. Suga opens his mouth, just enough to catch Kageyama’s bottom lip between his own, and Kageyama’s breath stutters out of him.

A feeling close to invincibility swells in him, and Suga’s fingers absently curl in Kageyama’s hair,

Kageyama’s kisses turn a little more urgent then, and Sugawara allows it, too swept up in the moment to pay attention to the pace. Its not until Kageyama plants three small kisses in rapid-fire succession, losing rhythm for speed, that Suga pulls away, just enough to whisper, “Slower, Tobio.”

In front of him, Kageyama stiffens, suddenly, and obviously, uncomfortable with something. Suga’s about to say something about it, but Kageyama leans in again, determined in the way his mouth presses against Sugawara’s. He lingers, a tactile reminder of his newness, and his readiness to learn anything Suga is willing to teach.

Pulling Kageyama closer by the nape of his neck, at the same time he pulls Kageyama’s bottom lip between his own, is maybe a little sneaky—but Suga did promise to teach him. For his part, Kageyama seems exactly the opposite of bothered. When he slides his hands into Suga’s hair, his touch feels more assured, like he isn’t worried about being rushed through.

A thicket of brilliantly colored barberry secludes them from the rest of the world, and in the quiet heat of the day’s end, they take their time. Suga loses track of what Kageyama’s learned and what Kageyama’s done, easily leaving the pretense of instruction behind for the simple pleasure of kissing someone who wants to be kissed. Somewhere between Kageyama focusing on Sugawara’s bottom lip, and Suga introducing his teeth to the equation, Kageyama’s hands slide out of Suga’s hair to touch his neck.

Hot all over and a little lightheaded, Suga pulls away.

Thanks to Suga’s hands, Kageyama’s hair has a distinctly disheveled look about it, and Suga wouldn’t be surprised if his looked the same. His mouth feels pleasantly oversensitive from all the kissing, Suga suddenly hyperaware of the rhythm of his own breathing. Across from him, Kageyama is doing a terrible job of being subtle, his eyes lidded and focused on the part of Sugawara’s mouth. All of it is strangely flattering, in its own way.

Knowing they should call it a day, Suga finds his steadiest voice to ask, “Think you’ve got the hang of it?”

Kageyama nods, vigorously, and its so obvious he wants to show off what he’s learned. Suga doesn’t mean to, but he grins, licking his lips with the action.

“Then, kiss me.”

THIS IS SO GOOD WOW WHAT AN IDEAL FIC im bookmarking this and keeping it forever omg, my kagesuga heart is crying happy tears.... The whole thing was so sweet and natural and intense ugh I don't think anybody could ask for a more perfect fill for this prompt, I'm not the prompter but! THANK YOU<333

thank you for reading! sugas voice doesn't come so easily to me, so i really appreciate you saying this fic feels natural c:

Hollllllllly hell, my friend. I love Kagesuga and kissing practice, and this is SO good. Thank you ;__;

i couldnt pass up kissing practice, i am too weak
thank you for reading!!

I LOVED THIS..... IT WAS SO SWEET AND THIS TROPE IS SO GOOD AND YOU WROTE IT SO BEAUTIFULLY

tags: ...idk, makeouts...? i think none
1994 words

there are... already really good fills for this... but practice kissing is my fave trope of all and i'd already started writing this so. here it is anyway.

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There are rumors about Suga amongst his own school and the neighboring ones. It doesn’t bother him, really, because they’re pretty much all at least partially true. Some, he’s even made his own contributions to spreading.

Most of the rumors have something to do with Suga’s romantic history. Namely that he, unlike many of his sports-obsessed peers, has a romantic history.

All he does is help a guy from another school pen a confession letter after a practice match one day, and before he knows it, Suga is regularly being sought out for love advice. At one point or another, a middle blocker from a team he hasn’t even faced approaches Suga with tense, awkward posture, and asks about starting conversations. Suga tells him with a smile that he’s just done it, but that this might make it easier—Suga touches his shoulders, slowly moves them back and down, guides him to stand with his feet further apart. He places a hand on his stomach and says “Relax as much as you can, and try breathing from here.” Dual confidence-plus-approachability boost, right there, he explains.

It works. And from there it gets around that Suga gives hands-on lessons in wooing the object of one’s desire.

Until today, though, no one from Suga’s own team has mentioned it, except maybe to tease him. Certainly, none of them has tried to take him up on it. The appeal, Suga supposes, lies in guidance from someone you don’t have to see every day afterwards.

Today is different.

Kageyama is different.

“I need… help.” It looks like it physically pains Kageyama to say the words. Suga does his best to offset those nerves with a kind smile, and nods for Kageyama to continue. This probably isn’t about volleyball, if it’s taking him this far out of his comfort zone, but Suga knows that pointing that out would shut Kageyama down.

“Is it… true… about you, senpai?”

Probably. “Depends on what it is.”

Kageyama swallows, balls his hands into fists. “Is it true that you teach people how to kiss?” He has to catch his breath after he says it, staring at the ground like he’s prepared to sink into it if he has to.

Suga folds his hands behind his head, still smiling. “That’s a service I provide, sure. Although I’m better known for my amazing skills as a setter.” He winks, and can’t really tell if that helps or not.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Kageyama says, with the same unaware cardor Suga’s heard him say I was rejected from Shiratorizawa.

“Would you like to?”

Kageyama looks… constipated, maybe. This is clearly even more difficult for him than the first part. “Yes.”

Suga has the whole story now, more or less, but he doesn’t do these things obliquely. There has to be a clear and direct statement of exact intent or it’s no go, and that’s not going to come unprompted from someone who’s already operating at single syllables.

“Kageyama, just to be clear—you want to kiss me, specifically?”

“Yes,” Kageyama says, and shakes his head no at the same time. And then he reverses it—nods and says “No.”

Suga takes a deep breath. “You want to kiss someone else,” he tries.

Kageyama is already not looking at him, but diverts his gaze further to trace the shadow of a distant pebble. “Very much.”

“Good, okay,” Suga says. “But you came to me because…?” He tries not to make it sound too much like a pop quiz. You know this one, Kageyama. You can do it, Suga silently cheers.

“Because first…” There’s another pebble even further away, casting an even tinier shadow. “…I’d like you to teach me how. Please.”

“Perfect!” Suga claps him on the back and starts walking. “Follow me.”

There’s a particular spot behind the school Suga is very familiar with. He’s never given lessons here before, but it’s the location of a couple of his own personal pursuits. It’s what he has on hand, by way of a location, when he’s not used to conducting these sessions on his home turf. It’s a little funny, maybe, to be here with Kageyama and not with someone he’s been actively daydreaming about for so long that he doesn’t have the patience to invite them somewhere else. It’s not bad, though, really, or weird. The brick wall he leans back against casually has the comfort of familiarity.

“Unless there’s something else that would make you feel more comfortable,” Suga tells Kageyama, “you can stand in front of me, and just face me like we’re having a conversation.”

Kageyama leaves at least 80 solid centimeters between them.

“Um, like we’re having a private conversation, and you don’t want anyone to overhear,” Suga tries.

Kageyama takes a step forward, first one foot and then the other. It’s entirely too businesslike and obedient, but it has the intended effect. And from this close, Suga can see that Kageyama is blushing. It’s faint, and mainly at the outer corners of his cheekbones, which is lucky. Suga is the type who blushes fluorescent all the way across his cheeks, which is kind of unfair.

“Tell me something about the person you like.”

Kageyama’s eyes go wide, and he makes several false starts at speech before Suga can intervene.

“Okay, it’s okay, I’m just asking because it’ll give me a better idea of what we’re working with. I can start you out, though. Want to hear something about a person I like?”

Kageyama nods stiffly, but his face looks less pained.

Suga twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulls a good detail to mind. “There’s someone I’ve only kissed once,” he starts, fondness tugging up the corners of his lips at the memory. “It was nice. There’s a height difference between us, but we were standing on different steps outside a theatre, so it was just about even. I like how neither of us said out loud that we were going to do that, but it just sort of worked out that way. If we get a chance to try again, I’d like to see if things work out naturally like that the second time.”

Kageyama looks at him with eyes full of wonder, and clears his throat quietly. “It’s the same with me. There’s a height difference.”

Suga nods more than he needs to, hoping to be encouraging. “Is that something you like about them?”

“Not really,” Kageyama says. “But should we stand on steps?”

“Mm, not necessarily. That was just an example. See, you’re taller than me, but we don’t need that. What works best depends on the person, and how you feel about each other.”

Kageyama twists his lips up when he thinks hard. “Stamina,” he says finally.

“Stamina.” Suga blinks. “That’s… oh, that’s the thing you like about your person?”

“Is that the wrong answer?”

“No, no, there are no right or wrong answers to this. But… okay. So that would mean… do you mind?” He takes hold of Kageyama’s hands, eyes asking permission. Kageyama nods, so Suga guides him to rest his palms on Suga’s shoulders. “You can move as much as you want, but this is a good place to start.” Suga wraps his arms loosely around Kageyama’s waist.

Kageyama shifts from one foot to the other, the urge to fidget clashing against the part of him that is a diligent student in the school of learning-by-doing.

“It’s best not to think too hard about it,” Suga says. “People have been doing this for a really long time, and a lot of it is just instinct. But if you want some tips up front, I can do this.”

“Please,” Kageyama says.

Suga had expected as much. “Not too hard,” Suga says. “Less like a high five, and more like holding hands. Just take it slow, figure out where you fit. It’s okay to have some expectations about where you want to go, but there’s no need to force it. You can just feel it out and let yourself be taken there.”

Suga isn’t sure why he’s absolutely certain that Kageyama is working on converting the advice into sports metaphors, but it’s somehow visible there on his face. There is a nearly imperceptible tightening of Kageyama’s fingers, and he says “I understand.”

“Okay,” Suga says. “Let’s begin.”

To start with Suga has to pursue Kageyama most of the way, meeting lips that hold firm in one position, like Kageyama is afraid to move at all or press back. But Suga hears him take in a breath through his nose, surprised, and then he shifts in Suga’s arms and leans forward so they’re meeting on equal grounds. Kageyama experiments with minute changes of angle until, just like Suga said, he finds a place he fits just like he belongs there. Kageyama’s lips go soft and pliant then, amenable to the suggestion of Suga sliding from his lower lip to his upper one, only hesitating momentarily when he tilts his head the opposite direction and helps him find what feels the most natural that way, too.

Suga pulls back to check in, and Kageyama’s eyes are full of questions.

“Good,” Suga assures him. “There’s someone I like who has the best laugh in the world. I try to make them laugh all the time because I like it so much.”

It takes Kageyama a moment to catch on, but he does. “The person I like is very serious about their ambitions.”

Suga steps in closer and tilts his chin up to compensate, and when they kiss again he anchors his hands flat against Kageyama’s back and lets him lead a little more. It’s a bit too hard at one moment, and then corrected easily in the next.

“I like a person who gets just as excited about nice weather no matter how many times it happens in a row.”

Kageyama is ready this time. “The person I like gets along with people easily.”

Suga pulls back to grasp Kageyama’s biceps, leverages himself up on his toes, and lets himself hum happily at how gentle Kageyama is this time around.

“This one person knows when I’m upset before I do, and is always massaging my shoulders when no one is looking.”

“Half the jokes they make are stupid, but sometimes they’re really funny.”

Suga tries to lick into Kageyama’s mouth but he denies it silently, presses back just firm enough that it’s a statement and an embrace in one.

“This one time, we went out to look for shooting stars, but I didn’t see a damn thing because I was too busy looking at how sparkly their eyes were.”

“They buy my favorite snacks for me with their own allowance.”

Suga leans back against the wall, gestures for Kageyama to come here, and tugs insistently at his shirt until Kageyama gets the point and presses against him. He moves his hands of his own accord this time, thumbs tentatively stroking at Suga’s neck until he musters the confidence to cup Suga’s face in his palms.

Suga giggles when they break to breathe, and Kageyama tenses.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Nah. I laughed because I’m happy. Don’t sweat it, Kageyama, you’re a natural.”

Kageyama shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have known what to do at all.”

“Well, either way.” Suga gives him a one-shouldered shrug, and straightens up. “You’ve got it. Good luck!”

Kageyama thanks him, and straightens his shirt. Kageyama, who trusts his own physical instincts, who grasps new techniques quickly, who is learning more and more to meet people where they are. Honestly, to borrow a metaphor from another sport, Kageyama is going to knock it out of the park.

And if he doesn’t, well, who knows. Maybe a day will come when Suga can say he likes a person who sees simple homework assignments as an insurmountable horror, but can pick up new skills in a single afternoon with a little guidance.

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Bonus Round 1: Memory

Prompt: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

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FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

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FILL: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, T