Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 789
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Kei regrets most things to do with Kageyama. He regrets not pushing him down a well at their very first Golden Week training camp. He regrets not telling him to suck a dick when he asked for advice on confessing to someone. He regrets a lot of things.
Kei is in his second year of university. He doesn't like to dwell on his past mistakes; it's bad enough admitting to himself that he made them in the first place. That said, he wouldn't peg himself as a carpe diem kind of person either. It's just that if he fucks something up, he tries not to think about it.
It's part of the reason he doesn't make a lot of efforts to preserve his friendships. Yamaguchi and Hinata and Yachi are all pretty determined about keeping in touch, and it's easier for Kei to go along with it. He likes relationships that don't require too much effort on his part.
Kei frowns down at his phone, reading over his recent message history with Kageyama.
Kageyama: i'm staying at yours on saturday Kageyama: meet me at the station at 18:03
Me: Why should I?
Kageyama: bastard send me ur address then
Me: No, I'll be there
Wrinkling his nose at his phone, Kei slips it back in his pocket and lifts his head to look over the crowd. It's currently seven minutes past six; Kageyama should be here any minute. Kei sighs and pulls out his phone again, not wanting to seem too eager when Kageyama arrives. He's still not sure why Kageyama is coming to see him at all, or if he just has a convenient couch to crash on. They haven't spoken in person in at least a year, but they've talked more lately, here and there.
"Oi!" a loud voice calls over the crowd. Kei pretends not to hear. "Oi, Tsukishima! Have you gone deaf?"
Kei slips his phone into his pocket and gives Kageyama a scathing look as he pushes through the crowd to reach him. "And here I was hoping you'd missed the train."
"You came to meet me, didn't you?" Kageyama snarls, but his tone is belied by the crack of a smile starting to spread over his face. "Asshole."
"Moron," Kei says, smirking.
Kageyama grins. "Fuck knuckle."
Kei makes a face. "You've been stealing insults from Tadashi."
"You're just saying that because you don't have a comeback," Kageyama says, falling into step with Kei as he wordlessly turns to leave. "So I can stay?"
"Where else would you go?" Kei asks with a shrug. "I'd feel like a bad citizen if I left you roaming the streets, tormenting innocent people."
Kageyama snorts. "Yeah, you're such a nice guy."
They walk a little further in silence, until Kei stops to buy a drink at a convenience store, and offers the second one to Kageyama.
"Why'd you agree to let me stay?" he asks, taking the bottle with a nod of thanks.
Kei shrugs. "Why'd you ask? In town for the annual Idiots Conference? Although I suppose then Hinata and Lev would be here too."
"My aunt lives here," Kageyama says, uncapping the bottle. He takes a drink, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "I'm going to see her tomorrow."
"So stay with her."
"I wanted to stay with you."
Kei frowns. "Why?"
Kageyama stares him down, unbothered by the direct response. "I can't tell you," he says at last, looking away again. His ears have turned pink. "Not here."
"Oh," Kei says, his stomach doing a funny turn in his chest. He thought he'd gotten over that.
Kageyama makes a frustrated noise. "Fine, I don't want you kicking me out later. I like you, asshole. What do you think about it?"
Kei rolls his eyes. "Didn't you learn anything about confessing to people by now?"
Kageyama scowls at him. "You were the one who wouldn't help me!"
They glare at one another for several moments. And then Kei starts to laugh, the sound quickly building in his chest. Furious, Kageyama reaches out and seizes the front of his coat.
"Oi, shithead—"
"Don't," Kei says, still laughing. "For once I'm not—laughing at you."
"Oh yeah?"
Kei reaches up and unhooks Kageyama's fingers from his coat, threading his own fingers through them instead. "There, is that enough of an answer?"
Kageyama looks down at their joined hands, and then away, blushing again. "Fine, I guess."
"Don't hurt yourself."
"Fuck off."
Kei grins. "You fuck off, I live here."
"So let's go to your place," Kageyama says, squeezing his hand.
Again, Kei's stomach flips with unexpected pleasure. "Alright."
"Alright," Kageyama echoes. "Jerk."
Kei rolls his eyes, but doesn't respond. He'll get his revenge later.
FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 789
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***
Kei regrets most things to do with Kageyama. He regrets not pushing him down a well at their very first Golden Week training camp. He regrets not telling him to suck a dick when he asked for advice on confessing to someone. He regrets a lot of things.
Kei is in his second year of university. He doesn't like to dwell on his past mistakes; it's bad enough admitting to himself that he made them in the first place. That said, he wouldn't peg himself as a carpe diem kind of person either. It's just that if he fucks something up, he tries not to think about it.
It's part of the reason he doesn't make a lot of efforts to preserve his friendships. Yamaguchi and Hinata and Yachi are all pretty determined about keeping in touch, and it's easier for Kei to go along with it. He likes relationships that don't require too much effort on his part.
Kei frowns down at his phone, reading over his recent message history with Kageyama.
Kageyama: i'm staying at yours on saturday
Kageyama: meet me at the station at 18:03
Me: Why should I?
Kageyama: bastard send me ur address then
Me: No, I'll be there
Wrinkling his nose at his phone, Kei slips it back in his pocket and lifts his head to look over the crowd. It's currently seven minutes past six; Kageyama should be here any minute. Kei sighs and pulls out his phone again, not wanting to seem too eager when Kageyama arrives. He's still not sure why Kageyama is coming to see him at all, or if he just has a convenient couch to crash on. They haven't spoken in person in at least a year, but they've talked more lately, here and there.
"Oi!" a loud voice calls over the crowd. Kei pretends not to hear. "Oi, Tsukishima! Have you gone deaf?"
Kei slips his phone into his pocket and gives Kageyama a scathing look as he pushes through the crowd to reach him. "And here I was hoping you'd missed the train."
"You came to meet me, didn't you?" Kageyama snarls, but his tone is belied by the crack of a smile starting to spread over his face. "Asshole."
"Moron," Kei says, smirking.
Kageyama grins. "Fuck knuckle."
Kei makes a face. "You've been stealing insults from Tadashi."
"You're just saying that because you don't have a comeback," Kageyama says, falling into step with Kei as he wordlessly turns to leave. "So I can stay?"
"Where else would you go?" Kei asks with a shrug. "I'd feel like a bad citizen if I left you roaming the streets, tormenting innocent people."
Kageyama snorts. "Yeah, you're such a nice guy."
They walk a little further in silence, until Kei stops to buy a drink at a convenience store, and offers the second one to Kageyama.
"Why'd you agree to let me stay?" he asks, taking the bottle with a nod of thanks.
Kei shrugs. "Why'd you ask? In town for the annual Idiots Conference? Although I suppose then Hinata and Lev would be here too."
"My aunt lives here," Kageyama says, uncapping the bottle. He takes a drink, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "I'm going to see her tomorrow."
"So stay with her."
"I wanted to stay with you."
Kei frowns. "Why?"
Kageyama stares him down, unbothered by the direct response. "I can't tell you," he says at last, looking away again. His ears have turned pink. "Not here."
"Oh," Kei says, his stomach doing a funny turn in his chest. He thought he'd gotten over that.
Kageyama makes a frustrated noise. "Fine, I don't want you kicking me out later. I like you, asshole. What do you think about it?"
Kei rolls his eyes. "Didn't you learn anything about confessing to people by now?"
Kageyama scowls at him. "You were the one who wouldn't help me!"
They glare at one another for several moments. And then Kei starts to laugh, the sound quickly building in his chest. Furious, Kageyama reaches out and seizes the front of his coat.
"Oi, shithead—"
"Don't," Kei says, still laughing. "For once I'm not—laughing at you."
"Oh yeah?"
Kei reaches up and unhooks Kageyama's fingers from his coat, threading his own fingers through them instead. "There, is that enough of an answer?"
Kageyama looks down at their joined hands, and then away, blushing again. "Fine, I guess."
"Don't hurt yourself."
"Fuck off."
Kei grins. "You fuck off, I live here."
"So let's go to your place," Kageyama says, squeezing his hand.
Again, Kei's stomach flips with unexpected pleasure. "Alright."
"Alright," Kageyama echoes. "Jerk."
Kei rolls his eyes, but doesn't respond. He'll get his revenge later.