Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio Fandom: haikyuu Major tags: none Other tags: future fic, i'm a firm believer in ushiwaka's garden of paradise Word count: 619
(doesn't make eye contact) w, what
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"Oikawa-san," Kageyama starts. He's trying to be polite. "What are we doing exactly."
"This is the fine art of bird watching. If you pay attention, maybe you can learn something from your wise and wonderful senpai today." Oikawa doesn't look at him as he sights along the horizon. Kageyama is not sure how to read the expression scrunching up Oikawa's nose.
The sun is just cresting the green hills of Miyagi in a swatch of orange and red painting across the clear sweet sky; another beautiful summer day, and what Kageyama thought was going to be a nice morning run was starting to feel like something out of a fever dream. Maybe he was still in bed. Maybe he was sleeping through one of those weird dreams he has sometimes when he eats too many meat buns before bed. He's a little disappointed -- he had asked after Oikawa for a solid week for his company on the trails before Oikawa had finally relented, an elegant hand dismissing him with a I guess I can for the darling of Team Japan, and it confuses Kageyama for a moment because he thought the headlines had called Oikawa that only a few months ago.
Kageyama watches as someone gently walks a horse around the fenced-in grounds of Shiratorizawa. The trees have been cleared far back enough that the grass winds a path all around the school, and you can't hear any of the morning birds alighting on the branches in the forest that starts over the hill. Kageyama is not sure how to say to Oikawa that there didn't seem to be any birds here at all.
"Pass me my binoculars, Tobio," Oikawa snaps while extending one hand. Kageyama does so, trying to see what Oikawa sees, but it's still just the single rider with his horse. Can Oikawa even use the binoculars in the daylight? Kageyama knows that they've been calibrated for mapping specifically with his telescope, but the calibration process was so long and arduous the one time he had gone deep sky watching with Oikawa, he had fallen asleep. He had only woken up later when Oikawa had tucked a woolen blanket around him, to ward off the cold midnight air, and he had to put up with Oikawa huffing at him for being so devoid of intellectual curiosity.
(The next time they had gone stargazing, Oikawa had left the telescope at home, had just mapped the constellations finger pointing against the sky like he did for his plays, and like with all things that spill over from the volleyball court, Kageyama had remembered every single one.)
"There," Oikawa whispers urgently. "Right there." He presses the binoculars to Kageyama's face and Kageyama frowns; he still doesn't know where to look, but Oikawa just presses hands against his head, the pressure of his movement angling Kageyama where he wanted him. It’s always like this.
When Kageyama looks again, he realises with a start that it’s Ushijima standing alongside the horse in the courtyard, and that there’s a sort of strap wrapped all along one covered arm -- and that’s when he notices the giant white eagle dip in from the open sky, whipping the air around Ushijima’s head as it lands on his outstretched arm. Ushijima doesn’t even bat an eye. He looks like rock, the same way he looks like on the court.
“Can you even believe Ushiwaka-chan,” Oikawa says. He sounds somewhere in between annoyed and awed. “He didn’t even tell us about it. Let’s ask him to bring it to practice next time.”
Kageyama just hands the binoculars back to Oikawa and looks at the sunrise lining his hair in gold light, instead. “Okay, Oikawa-san,” he finally says.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: future fic, i'm a firm believer in ushiwaka's garden of paradise
Word count: 619
(doesn't make eye contact) w, what
***
"Oikawa-san," Kageyama starts. He's trying to be polite. "What are we doing exactly."
"This is the fine art of bird watching. If you pay attention, maybe you can learn something from your wise and wonderful senpai today." Oikawa doesn't look at him as he sights along the horizon. Kageyama is not sure how to read the expression scrunching up Oikawa's nose.
The sun is just cresting the green hills of Miyagi in a swatch of orange and red painting across the clear sweet sky; another beautiful summer day, and what Kageyama thought was going to be a nice morning run was starting to feel like something out of a fever dream. Maybe he was still in bed. Maybe he was sleeping through one of those weird dreams he has sometimes when he eats too many meat buns before bed. He's a little disappointed -- he had asked after Oikawa for a solid week for his company on the trails before Oikawa had finally relented, an elegant hand dismissing him with a I guess I can for the darling of Team Japan, and it confuses Kageyama for a moment because he thought the headlines had called Oikawa that only a few months ago.
Kageyama watches as someone gently walks a horse around the fenced-in grounds of Shiratorizawa. The trees have been cleared far back enough that the grass winds a path all around the school, and you can't hear any of the morning birds alighting on the branches in the forest that starts over the hill. Kageyama is not sure how to say to Oikawa that there didn't seem to be any birds here at all.
"Pass me my binoculars, Tobio," Oikawa snaps while extending one hand. Kageyama does so, trying to see what Oikawa sees, but it's still just the single rider with his horse. Can Oikawa even use the binoculars in the daylight? Kageyama knows that they've been calibrated for mapping specifically with his telescope, but the calibration process was so long and arduous the one time he had gone deep sky watching with Oikawa, he had fallen asleep. He had only woken up later when Oikawa had tucked a woolen blanket around him, to ward off the cold midnight air, and he had to put up with Oikawa huffing at him for being so devoid of intellectual curiosity.
(The next time they had gone stargazing, Oikawa had left the telescope at home, had just mapped the constellations finger pointing against the sky like he did for his plays, and like with all things that spill over from the volleyball court, Kageyama had remembered every single one.)
"There," Oikawa whispers urgently. "Right there." He presses the binoculars to Kageyama's face and Kageyama frowns; he still doesn't know where to look, but Oikawa just presses hands against his head, the pressure of his movement angling Kageyama where he wanted him. It’s always like this.
When Kageyama looks again, he realises with a start that it’s Ushijima standing alongside the horse in the courtyard, and that there’s a sort of strap wrapped all along one covered arm -- and that’s when he notices the giant white eagle dip in from the open sky, whipping the air around Ushijima’s head as it lands on his outstretched arm. Ushijima doesn’t even bat an eye. He looks like rock, the same way he looks like on the court.
“Can you even believe Ushiwaka-chan,” Oikawa says. He sounds somewhere in between annoyed and awed. “He didn’t even tell us about it. Let’s ask him to bring it to practice next time.”
Kageyama just hands the binoculars back to Oikawa and looks at the sunrise lining his hair in gold light, instead. “Okay, Oikawa-san,” he finally says.