Ship: Kindaichi/Kageyama/Kunimi Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None Other Tags: Fluff Square: C2, "late night watching television / but how'd we get in this position?" Word Count: 417
And bingo~
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Kunimi honestly doesn't know if this is best or the worst thing in the world. He has gone home after work, tired and hungry, but he didn't have the energy to cook something and both his boyfriends would come home late. So he just crashed on the couch, switched on the TV and watched whatever was on. He isn't one to get really invested in the shows that get shoved in his face, but he had nothing else to do. Which of course led him to doze off, and he eventually fell asleep.
When he wakes up, it's past 9pm, the TV still broadcasting a show (a different one), there are two bowls of crisps and a carton of apple juice on the coffee table, and two warm bodies sticking to either side of him. He blinks.
“How long have you been here?”
Kindaichi reaches for one of the bowl and says, “One hour I think, we were getting comfortable and watching TV.”
“I can see that,” Kunimi mutters.
“Did you have dinner?” Kageyama asks.
Kunimi doesn't smell anything coming from the kitchen, so Kindaichi and Kageyama probably didn't eat either, and it's mostly likely because they didn't want to wake him.
“No, I was waiting for you guys,” he sighs.
“Huh.”
Kageyama is leaning against him, eyes riveted on the show (people had to go through a course, jumping and climbing on platforms and yeah, when they fall in the water it's pretty amusing), and he seems so at ease slumped like that that Kunimi doesn't dare moving. Kindaichi is just sitting next to him but their legs are brushing.
This is actually nice, really.
“I don't want to cook,” Kageyama announces lazily.
“Me neither,” Kindaichi supplies. “And I'm not that hungry.”
“If you've been stuffing yourself with crisps and other snacks then of course you wouldn't be hungry,” Kunimi points out.
Kindaichi almost looks guilty, but then he shrugs and drinks from his glass. Kageyama is munching on a cookie (Kindaichi's batch from yesterday?), and makes a noise of agreement. He usually doesn't eat junk food on a whim, since he still plays volleyball as intensely as before—which isn't surprising, and Kunimi is secretly glad that Kageyama has kept his burning passion for this sport. In any case, they are all pretty much useless right now, squeezed on the couch and judging people on the screen.
“Pizza?” Kunimi suggests, and he gets a concert of approvals.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, C2, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Fluff
Square: C2, "late night watching television / but how'd we get in this position?"
Word Count: 417
And bingo~
***
Kunimi honestly doesn't know if this is best or the worst thing in the world. He has gone home after work, tired and hungry, but he didn't have the energy to cook something and both his boyfriends would come home late. So he just crashed on the couch, switched on the TV and watched whatever was on. He isn't one to get really invested in the shows that get shoved in his face, but he had nothing else to do. Which of course led him to doze off, and he eventually fell asleep.
When he wakes up, it's past 9pm, the TV still broadcasting a show (a different one), there are two bowls of crisps and a carton of apple juice on the coffee table, and two warm bodies sticking to either side of him. He blinks.
“How long have you been here?”
Kindaichi reaches for one of the bowl and says, “One hour I think, we were getting comfortable and watching TV.”
“I can see that,” Kunimi mutters.
“Did you have dinner?” Kageyama asks.
Kunimi doesn't smell anything coming from the kitchen, so Kindaichi and Kageyama probably didn't eat either, and it's mostly likely because they didn't want to wake him.
“No, I was waiting for you guys,” he sighs.
“Huh.”
Kageyama is leaning against him, eyes riveted on the show (people had to go through a course, jumping and climbing on platforms and yeah, when they fall in the water it's pretty amusing), and he seems so at ease slumped like that that Kunimi doesn't dare moving. Kindaichi is just sitting next to him but their legs are brushing.
This is actually nice, really.
“I don't want to cook,” Kageyama announces lazily.
“Me neither,” Kindaichi supplies. “And I'm not that hungry.”
“If you've been stuffing yourself with crisps and other snacks then of course you wouldn't be hungry,” Kunimi points out.
Kindaichi almost looks guilty, but then he shrugs and drinks from his glass. Kageyama is munching on a cookie (Kindaichi's batch from yesterday?), and makes a noise of agreement. He usually doesn't eat junk food on a whim, since he still plays volleyball as intensely as before—which isn't surprising, and Kunimi is secretly glad that Kageyama has kept his burning passion for this sport. In any case, they are all pretty much useless right now, squeezed on the couch and judging people on the screen.
“Pizza?” Kunimi suggests, and he gets a concert of approvals.