"My life is over," Oikawa declares when he gets benched for spraining an ankle. He throws himself onto the couch, careful to put any pressure on said ankle, and pouts. "Are you listening, Tobio-chan?"
Kageyama pauses from making Oikawa's favorite tea. With utmost concentration, he sets the kettle back on the stove and carries the mug of hot tea over to the couch of their shared apartment. When Oikawa makes a grabby hand motion at him, Kageyama sets the mug down on the coffee table and holds Oikawa's hand instead. "It's only for a week, Oikawa-san."
"Yeah, but the reserve setter doesn't know what he's doing!" Oikawa huffs inelegantly. "He'll undo all of my hard work."
"He won't," Kageyama promises, thinking about the time he'd met the said reserve setter. Oikawa's J-league team had been surprised when Kageyama paid them a visit, probably because star setters of rival teams usually don't show up just to deliver forgotten wallets to their boyfriends. "You'll be back on the court before the next match."
Oikawa rolls his eyes. "Any chance someone on your team will get injured soon?"
"No," Kageyama says firmly, knowing exactly who Oikawa is thinking of. "Ushijima-san is too methodical to trip over a stray volleyball."
"Mean, Tobio-chan!" Oikawa huffs and squeezes the loose skin on Kageyama's arm. When he doesn't get a reaction out of Kageyama, Oikawa frowns. "You're only with me to get setting tips."
This makes Kageyama scowl. "That's not true."
"No one loves me!" Oikawa says, throwing an arm over his face.
"Oikawa-sa-" Kageyama gets a kick to his leg for his efforts.
"I told you to call me Tooru!"
"Tooru-san," Kageyama continues stiffly. "I used to look up to you, mostly in bed, but that's not just because of your volleyball skills. You're, eh, good with your team and everyone likes you. The reserve setter could never replace you."
Oikawa is silent for a moment. Eventually, he squeezes Kageyama's hand and grins. "Huh. You're right."
“Thank you,” Kageyama replies, obviously pleased.
“I taught you well,” Oikawa decides, now reaching for the coffee table and smiling when Kageyama hands him the tea. “Does this mean you no longer look up to me in bed?”
Kageyama stares pointedly at the wall. “Not since we started trying other positions.”
“Gross, Tobio-chan!”
“I-“ Kageyama gapes. “You’re the one who dictated them!”
“Yeah,” Oikawa says, wheezing in laughter. He pulls Kageyama forehead by the hand. “You’re my gross little Tobio-chan.”
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T
"My life is over," Oikawa declares when he gets benched for spraining an ankle. He throws himself onto the couch, careful to put any pressure on said ankle, and pouts. "Are you listening, Tobio-chan?"
Kageyama pauses from making Oikawa's favorite tea. With utmost concentration, he sets the kettle back on the stove and carries the mug of hot tea over to the couch of their shared apartment. When Oikawa makes a grabby hand motion at him, Kageyama sets the mug down on the coffee table and holds Oikawa's hand instead. "It's only for a week, Oikawa-san."
"Yeah, but the reserve setter doesn't know what he's doing!" Oikawa huffs inelegantly. "He'll undo all of my hard work."
"He won't," Kageyama promises, thinking about the time he'd met the said reserve setter. Oikawa's J-league team had been surprised when Kageyama paid them a visit, probably because star setters of rival teams usually don't show up just to deliver forgotten wallets to their boyfriends. "You'll be back on the court before the next match."
Oikawa rolls his eyes. "Any chance someone on your team will get injured soon?"
"No," Kageyama says firmly, knowing exactly who Oikawa is thinking of. "Ushijima-san is too methodical to trip over a stray volleyball."
"Mean, Tobio-chan!" Oikawa huffs and squeezes the loose skin on Kageyama's arm. When he doesn't get a reaction out of Kageyama, Oikawa frowns. "You're only with me to get setting tips."
This makes Kageyama scowl. "That's not true."
"No one loves me!" Oikawa says, throwing an arm over his face.
"Oikawa-sa-" Kageyama gets a kick to his leg for his efforts.
"I told you to call me Tooru!"
"Tooru-san," Kageyama continues stiffly. "I used to look up to you, mostly in bed, but that's not just because of your volleyball skills. You're, eh, good with your team and everyone likes you. The reserve setter could never replace you."
Oikawa is silent for a moment. Eventually, he squeezes Kageyama's hand and grins. "Huh. You're right."
“Thank you,” Kageyama replies, obviously pleased.
“I taught you well,” Oikawa decides, now reaching for the coffee table and smiling when Kageyama hands him the tea. “Does this mean you no longer look up to me in bed?”
Kageyama stares pointedly at the wall. “Not since we started trying other positions.”
“Gross, Tobio-chan!”
“I-“ Kageyama gapes. “You’re the one who dictated them!”
“Yeah,” Oikawa says, wheezing in laughter. He pulls Kageyama forehead by the hand. “You’re my gross little Tobio-chan.”