Ship: Kageyama/Hinata Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Original Work:here by pugglemuggle Word Count: 532 words
Non-consensual mindreading, just a continuation of the super cute fill!
***
Hinata’s staring at him again in that oddly thoughtful way he has, when he tilts his head to a side and focuses like Kageyama’s the whole world or maybe just a volleyball that’s been perfectly set and Kageyama has no clue why.
He doesn’t wish he could read Hinata’s mind. The peacefulness is too precious to give up just because sometimes interacting with Hinata is more difficult than Kageyama is used to.
But he is curious.
“Why are you staring at me?” Kageyama asks bluntly as he stacks the volleyballs. Hinata jumps, excess energy so easily discharged at any opportunity, and grins at Kaegyama as he rubs the back of his head.
“Ehhhh, no reason. I thought that if you couldn’t read my mind, maybe I could read yours.” Hinata laughs a little sheepishly and grabs a stray volleyball to add to the pile.
“...” Kageyama considers that concept. There’s a certain logic to it but he’s fairly sure that’s not how it works. Still… “Did it work?”
“Nope!” Hinata says. “Not unless you were thinking about whether I could read your mind.”
“I wasn’t,” Kageyama says and stores away the fact that when Hinata watches him like that, he’s just trying to read minds.
*
He discovers the next day that Hinata was lying to him.
During volleyball practice, he tries to tune the others out but suddenly everyone’s volume picks up the way it does when they’re emotional.
[Oh no, Hinata’s staring again. Kageyama’s going to catch him.] Warm and worried, deep undertones of protectiveness, rich brown like loam and fertile forest soil. Asahi.
[Ahhhh, why doesn’t Hinata just confess already?! I already told him how I confessed to Asahi to inspire him. Why didn’t it work?!] Electric-excited, always quick and burning bright as a rocket’s tail but with the same warmth as its core as Asahi. Nishinoya.
[Should I talk to him? It hasn’t affected his game so far but I feel I should do something as the captain.] Solid, steady, not like anything as new and manmade as concrete but like rock. Worn through the ages and worn down by the elements but still there. Daichi.
[Tch. He’ll never be the ace if he doesn’t concentrate on the game instead of Kageyama.] Sharp, incisive and cold - winter winds, Arctic chill, an iceberg with most of its mass submerged. Tskushima.
[Not again. Kageyama’s so oblivious, Shrimpy’s setting himself up for heartbreak.] Aged wood and cigarette-smoker’s rasp, stained but solid. Coach Ukai.
Kageyama clutches his head, focusing on trying to block the noises out as one more voice filters in.
[Nothing’s ever going to happen with those two unless Kageyama realizes his own feelings and makes the first move.] Warm, soft, sly, the steady purr of a well-tuned car engine. Sugawara, the best of all of them at reading the team.
Kageyama straightens up and looks across the court at where Hinata’s holding a volleyball.
“Hinata!” He bellows, shouting to be heard above the voices in his head. “I like you. Please go out with me.”
He bows, quickly, and everyone else’s voices become a cacophony of shock.
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 532 words
Non-consensual mindreading, just a continuation of the super cute fill!
***
Hinata’s staring at him again in that oddly thoughtful way he has, when he tilts his head to a side and focuses like Kageyama’s the whole world or maybe just a volleyball that’s been perfectly set and Kageyama has no clue why.
He doesn’t wish he could read Hinata’s mind. The peacefulness is too precious to give up just because sometimes interacting with Hinata is more difficult than Kageyama is used to.
But he is curious.
“Why are you staring at me?” Kageyama asks bluntly as he stacks the volleyballs. Hinata jumps, excess energy so easily discharged at any opportunity, and grins at Kaegyama as he rubs the back of his head.
“Ehhhh, no reason. I thought that if you couldn’t read my mind, maybe I could read yours.” Hinata laughs a little sheepishly and grabs a stray volleyball to add to the pile.
“...” Kageyama considers that concept. There’s a certain logic to it but he’s fairly sure that’s not how it works. Still… “Did it work?”
“Nope!” Hinata says. “Not unless you were thinking about whether I could read your mind.”
“I wasn’t,” Kageyama says and stores away the fact that when Hinata watches him like that, he’s just trying to read minds.
*
He discovers the next day that Hinata was lying to him.
During volleyball practice, he tries to tune the others out but suddenly everyone’s volume picks up the way it does when they’re emotional.
[Oh no, Hinata’s staring again. Kageyama’s going to catch him.] Warm and worried, deep undertones of protectiveness, rich brown like loam and fertile forest soil. Asahi.
[Ahhhh, why doesn’t Hinata just confess already?! I already told him how I confessed to Asahi to inspire him. Why didn’t it work?!] Electric-excited, always quick and burning bright as a rocket’s tail but with the same warmth as its core as Asahi. Nishinoya.
[Should I talk to him? It hasn’t affected his game so far but I feel I should do something as the captain.] Solid, steady, not like anything as new and manmade as concrete but like rock. Worn through the ages and worn down by the elements but still there. Daichi.
[Tch. He’ll never be the ace if he doesn’t concentrate on the game instead of Kageyama.] Sharp, incisive and cold - winter winds, Arctic chill, an iceberg with most of its mass submerged. Tskushima.
[Not again. Kageyama’s so oblivious, Shrimpy’s setting himself up for heartbreak.] Aged wood and cigarette-smoker’s rasp, stained but solid. Coach Ukai.
Kageyama clutches his head, focusing on trying to block the noises out as one more voice filters in.
[Nothing’s ever going to happen with those two unless Kageyama realizes his own feelings and makes the first move.] Warm, soft, sly, the steady purr of a well-tuned car engine. Sugawara, the best of all of them at reading the team.
Kageyama straightens up and looks across the court at where Hinata’s holding a volleyball.
“Hinata!” He bellows, shouting to be heard above the voices in his head. “I like you. Please go out with me.”
He bows, quickly, and everyone else’s voices become a cacophony of shock.