Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None Other Tags: Alcohol, Coercion in drinking that alcohol Word Count: 757
i feel like I’m cheating somehow here.
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Kageyama thought he fucked up somewhere in another life. He wasn’t, like, super-sure about the rules of reincarnation, but he must have been a bad dude to not only have to put up with three years of Tsukishima in high school, but in university, too. But the thing was Tsukishima wasn’t annoying the way he used to be – Kageyama could have dealt with that. No, Tsukishima was annoying now in a new way, a way that left Kageyama frustrated and confused.
“Tsukishima’s so nice!” one of the other guys on the volleyball team said into Kageyama’s ear. They were about an hour into their first team party ever, and to Kageyama’s annoyance, Tsukishima really did look pretty friendly. Just then, he was laughing and talking with a group of people, who all had horrible looks of adoration on their face. He gestured with a red cup in his hand and accidentally spilled some of his drink on a girl, who apologized to him when he went to help clean it up. “Wait, he's a relaxed guy, so I bet he likes being called Kei, right? That’s easier to say!”
“Kei,” Kageyama said, rolling the word around in his mouth and glaring across the room. Tsukishima made Kageyama feel feelings he didn’t have words for, and that made him feel stupid. At least Tsukishima’s talent for that hadn’t changed. Before he realized it, his feet were pulling him across the room, scattering Tsukishima’s admirers like a flock of geese as he did it.
“Your Highness,” Tsukishima greeted, but he sounded almost friendly when he said it, the same way Hinata did when he called Kageyama a big dummy. Then he smiled, a real one, a nice one that made some of the people he’d been talking to edge a little closer again. Kageyama was pissed off. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Tsukishima asked.
“What is up with you?” Kageyama spat. “Did you lose a bet?”
Tsukishima’s smile dropped, and he stared down at Kageyama. “I’m just trying to make new friends. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Yes!” Kageyama said. “No!” He screwed up his face. “I don’t know!”
“It’s a party,” Tsukishima said, a little bit of annoyance seeping into his voice. He leaned against the wall and slouched down a little, narrowing his eyes. That was a relief because Kageyama knew how to deal with this Tsukishima. “You could use a little lightening up, too, King. Talk to a stranger. Dance with a girl. Have a drink.” Tsukishima waved his cup in Kageyama’s face.
Kageyama pushed the cup away. “I don’t drink,” he said. He didn’t want to dance with a girl.
“Oh right,” Tsukishima said, “I forgot. Your body is a temple, and nothing can sully it. It doesn’t matter that all your teammates are here, and most of them know how to have fun. But you know what?” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Kageyama’s traitor eyes flicked down to watch it. Tsukishima slouched down more and leaned close to Kageyama’s ear and, to Kageyama’s horror, his stomach flipped. “I think you’re scared to lose control, even a little. You’ve got this whole intense genius setter thing down to a science now, and you don’t want anyone to know what a chicken you really are.”
Kageyama should have punched Tsukishima in his face – so nice, his ass – or at least stepped back and walked away. But Tsukishima just made him so mad – that hadn’t gone away just because they knew how to work together now – and he needed him to know that. “Intense?” Kageyama growled. “Grow up. You think I’ll drink something just because you call me a chicken?”
Tsukishima didn’t say anything. He didn’t even move, and Kageyama could hear him breathing quickly, right next to his ear. Kageyama swallowed, hard.
“Just give me the cup, jerk,” he grunted.
Kageyama tried to grab Tsukishima’s drink out of his hand, but he wouldn’t let go, so he just yanked Tsukishima’s arm close, his fingers pressed against Tsukishima's skin. He tilted the red cup to his lips and drank every drop down. And here was the weird part: Kageyama’s eyes locked with Tsukishima’s as he did it and neither of them blinked, not even once.
“Thanks,” Kageyama said after, pushing the cup into Tsukishima’s chest. He licked his lips. “Not bad,” he said, and gave Tsukishima a smile of his own before he turned around and walked away. He didn’t bother looking back; he knew, somehow, that Tsukishima would follow.
FILL: TEAM Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol, Coercion in drinking that alcohol
Word Count: 757
i feel like I’m cheating somehow here.
***
Kageyama thought he fucked up somewhere in another life. He wasn’t, like, super-sure about the rules of reincarnation, but he must have been a bad dude to not only have to put up with three years of Tsukishima in high school, but in university, too. But the thing was Tsukishima wasn’t annoying the way he used to be – Kageyama could have dealt with that. No, Tsukishima was annoying now in a new way, a way that left Kageyama frustrated and confused.
“Tsukishima’s so nice!” one of the other guys on the volleyball team said into Kageyama’s ear. They were about an hour into their first team party ever, and to Kageyama’s annoyance, Tsukishima really did look pretty friendly. Just then, he was laughing and talking with a group of people, who all had horrible looks of adoration on their face. He gestured with a red cup in his hand and accidentally spilled some of his drink on a girl, who apologized to him when he went to help clean it up. “Wait, he's a relaxed guy, so I bet he likes being called Kei, right? That’s easier to say!”
“Kei,” Kageyama said, rolling the word around in his mouth and glaring across the room. Tsukishima made Kageyama feel feelings he didn’t have words for, and that made him feel stupid. At least Tsukishima’s talent for that hadn’t changed. Before he realized it, his feet were pulling him across the room, scattering Tsukishima’s admirers like a flock of geese as he did it.
“Your Highness,” Tsukishima greeted, but he sounded almost friendly when he said it, the same way Hinata did when he called Kageyama a big dummy. Then he smiled, a real one, a nice one that made some of the people he’d been talking to edge a little closer again. Kageyama was pissed off. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Tsukishima asked.
“What is up with you?” Kageyama spat. “Did you lose a bet?”
Tsukishima’s smile dropped, and he stared down at Kageyama. “I’m just trying to make new friends. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Yes!” Kageyama said. “No!” He screwed up his face. “I don’t know!”
“It’s a party,” Tsukishima said, a little bit of annoyance seeping into his voice. He leaned against the wall and slouched down a little, narrowing his eyes. That was a relief because Kageyama knew how to deal with this Tsukishima. “You could use a little lightening up, too, King. Talk to a stranger. Dance with a girl. Have a drink.” Tsukishima waved his cup in Kageyama’s face.
Kageyama pushed the cup away. “I don’t drink,” he said. He didn’t want to dance with a girl.
“Oh right,” Tsukishima said, “I forgot. Your body is a temple, and nothing can sully it. It doesn’t matter that all your teammates are here, and most of them know how to have fun. But you know what?” His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Kageyama’s traitor eyes flicked down to watch it. Tsukishima slouched down more and leaned close to Kageyama’s ear and, to Kageyama’s horror, his stomach flipped. “I think you’re scared to lose control, even a little. You’ve got this whole intense genius setter thing down to a science now, and you don’t want anyone to know what a chicken you really are.”
Kageyama should have punched Tsukishima in his face – so nice, his ass – or at least stepped back and walked away. But Tsukishima just made him so mad – that hadn’t gone away just because they knew how to work together now – and he needed him to know that. “Intense?” Kageyama growled. “Grow up. You think I’ll drink something just because you call me a chicken?”
Tsukishima didn’t say anything. He didn’t even move, and Kageyama could hear him breathing quickly, right next to his ear. Kageyama swallowed, hard.
“Just give me the cup, jerk,” he grunted.
Kageyama tried to grab Tsukishima’s drink out of his hand, but he wouldn’t let go, so he just yanked Tsukishima’s arm close, his fingers pressed against Tsukishima's skin. He tilted the red cup to his lips and drank every drop down. And here was the weird part: Kageyama’s eyes locked with Tsukishima’s as he did it and neither of them blinked, not even once.
“Thanks,” Kageyama said after, pushing the cup into Tsukishima’s chest. He licked his lips. “Not bad,” he said, and gave Tsukishima a smile of his own before he turned around and walked away. He didn’t bother looking back; he knew, somehow, that Tsukishima would follow.