#kagetsukki

Kei can’t think about it. Because if he thinks about it he’ll talk himself out of it like the hundreds of other times he’s had the urge and thought just a little too hard about it. Which is easier said than done because he thinks about everything. He’s not impulsive. He doesn’t just go with his instincts, no matter how good those instincts tend to be.

Well. That’s a lie. His instincts are pretty spot on when he has the right people at his back and side. People he can trust. People who trust him just as much as he trusts them.

That’s the thought that finally convinces him that next time he feels like this, the next time the warmth bubbles up in his chest, he’ll give in and just do it.

So he does.

Kei nudges Kageyama’s foot and steps between his legs when Kageyama widens them, going along with Kei’s whims even though this is nothing they’ve done before. Kageyama glances up at him finally, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, and Kei leans down and kisses him.

Kageyama kisses him back.

It’s different with Hinata, it always is. But at the same time, somehow, it’s not all that different at all.

He’s waiting outside Kageyama’s apartment for the both of them. They’re going to some party for one of Hinata’s teammates and Kei only vaguely remembers the reasons for the party let alone the convoluted reasoning that Hinata had come up with for why Kei, of all people, needs to come with. He’s halfway through a message to Kenma about their plans for next month when he hears the familiar pounding of Hinata’s feet along the steps and then Hinata is hanging from his back, trying to wrestle his phone away from him.

It’s easier to just let Hinata take it. He doesn’t even bother looking to see what Hinata adds to the message before sending it and then shoving Kei’s phone into his own pocket. Kenma is just as used to Hinata inserting himself into their conversations these days as Kei is. He looks down at Hinata’s grin and, just like with Kageyama, he doesn’t let himself think about it this time. Doesn’t let himself hesitate or doubt.

It’s different, because Hinata is already stretching up towards him. It’s the same, because Hinata kisses him back.

If Kageyama is surprised to see Hinata sprawled on his couch when they get back from a neighborhood game he doesn’t show it. He just shakes the bags in his hand to get Hinata’s attention and nods toward the kitchen counter. Hinata hops up with a grin and hurries to join Kageyama at the counter. Kei finishes taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket before he flops down on the couch Hinata had just vacated. There’s food but he’s never too hungry until much later after games. He knows that Kageyama will stick his food in the fridge for later.

He hears them bickering behind him but he doesn’t really pay attention until Hinata goes suspiciously quiet. He turns and peeks over the back of the couch just as Hinata quietly asks, “What do you mean I have my own?”

“This is mine and Tsukishima’s. Yours is in the other bag.”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? I’m eating mine. Tsukishima’s goes in the fridge for later. Yours is in the other bag for you to do whatever with.”

“You bought me food?”

Kageyama looks past Hinata and meets Kei’s gaze but he can only shrug because he’s not sure what Hinata’s point is either.

“We always buy you food,” Kei says, turning back to the tv.

“You didn’t even know I would be here, that I would be back today.”

“We never do. Still buy you the food anyway. You never noticed before?”

Kageyama lets out a startled noise from the kitchen and before Kei can even turn to look Hinata is leaning over the couch and planting a kiss on his cheek, just shy of his lips.

“You two are the best,” Hinata says, breath warming Kei’s cheek.

Kei turns enough to return the kiss and then watches Hinata push off from the couch and hurry back into the kitchen. Hinata leaps at Kageyama and starts peppering his face with kisses when Kageyama catches him.