calling them âprettyâ, and seeing how theyâll react.
ft. kageyama, oikawa & kenma.
haikyu!! mlist | akaashi & iwaizumi ver
it happens seemingly out of the blue.
heâs practicing with hinata in the karasuno gym, and youâre watching them.
theyâre doing their usual thing. practicing everything till they physically drop, which doesnât even happen. but regardless.
with kageyama occasionally sneaking a glance towards you when he thinks youâre not looking, but you are. and everytime it makes him bite back a small smile.
your eyes are on him, but more than usual. he can feel your eyes on him at all times, with every move that he makes.
itâs almost like youâre in a trance, completely unaware of anything else other than kageyama.
a few minutes later, he decides itâs time for a break. and to confront you about your constant staring.
he sits next to you on the hard floor, shoulders nearly brushing eachother.
he gives himself a moment to catch his breath, wipe the accumulated sweat on his face, and have a drink of water.
ây/n?â âyeah?â you turn your head towards him, a curious look on your features.
âyouâre staring. a lot.â
he looks even prettier like this, you think to yourself. eyes half-lidded, some stray hairs stuck to his forehead from the sweat on his face, and lips slightly parted.
âsorry. youâre just really pretty, tobio.â you say it like itâs the most normal thing on the earth, which it kind of is. but not for kageyama.
you see the change in his expression immediately, the second the words left your mouth he was settled speechless.
his blue eyes went wide, and his head turned towards yours immediately.
thereâs a tinge of pink adorning his cheeks and the tips of his ears now, and his brows are furrowed in confusion.
â..tobio?â you carefully wave a hand infront of his face, he looks almost dazed right now.
ây-yeah?!â his voice cracked the second he opened his mouth, a high pitched sound that you didnât expect from leaving his mouth. making him slap a hand over his mouth almost immediately.
his face goes bright red in a millisecond.
hinataâs staring at you both right now, which doesnât help kageyamaâs growing embarrassment.
you and hinata simultaneously burst out in laughter, hinata cackling and clutching his stomach from the amount of laughs. on the verge of rolling around on the floor.
youâre desperately trying not to laugh as hard as hinata, attempting to save kageyama even more embarrassment.
but itâs pointless to stifle your laughs, since now the doors to the gym open. showing both nishinoya and tanaka.
they see kageyamaâs impossibly red face, and you and hinata laughing your asses off.
so automatically they burst into laughter too, without even knowing the reason.
if you squint really hard youâll see that kageyamaâs practically glowing red now. all because you called him pretty.
oikawa likes being called pretty, or pretty boy. doesnât matter to him which one, either of them and heâs jelly in your hands.
but only when you call him that.
youâre sitting on the bench, phone in hand and doomscrolling through your socials.
oikawa convinced you to come and watch him practice, deeming itâd be âfunâ to watch.
he lied, itâs incredibly boring.
watching a bunch of high school boys all sweaty, isnât your exact idea of fun. but whatever, the least you can do is entertain his request with minimum effort.
he wouldâve nagged you non stop if you didnât agree, so here you are.
you only look up when oikawa calls out your name, and says âthis oneâs for you.â and proceeds to hit the ball with unnecessary force. the sound of the ball hitting the floor echoing through the space.
you blow him a kiss when the ball makes contact with the floor, and then shift your eyes back to your phone. not that thatâs more entertaining than watching them practice, but what else can you do.
around 20 minutes later, theyâre in the middle of a 3 on 3 match. making you peek up from your phone to watch them actually play.
youâre barely able to watch the ball as it keeps moving from side to side in flashes, but itâs definitely more fun than your phone at this point.
phone discarded, arms crossed over eachother and eyes on the court.
in the span of a second, the ball ricochets off of oikawaâs arms in an attempt to recieve it, and it flings your way.
you barely move away fast enough to avoid the impact. all it did was graze your arm thankfully, anything worse than that and it wouldâve been over for you.
you stand up from your position on the bench, reach for the unfortunate ball next to you. and your eyes flick towards oikawa for a moment.
ây/n-chan! iâm so sorry! i didnât mean for that ball to hit you!â oikawa yammers, looking at you with wide eyes. just like everyone else in the gym.
your hands grip the ball with a fierce grip, you take one sharp breath in, and throw that same ball at him with terrifying accuracy, hitting him in the chest with it.
âdonât receive the ball so lousy then, you stupid pretty boy!â
âs-sorry!â is all he manages to croak out before getting hit by another volleyball. this time to the back of his head, and by iwaizumi.
kenmaâs a naturally pretty boy.
slanted cat-like eyes, average height and slim body, pale clear skin, and bleached blonde hair.
and he doesnât even try to look pretty, he just does.
youâre almost envious that he can look like that without even trying, but he doesnât understand why you do.
itâs lunchtime, and youâre on your way to the convinience store right around the corner, along with kenma. whom you dragged with you.
heâs playing something on his gameboy, and youâre telling him random things that happened in the previous week.
it may not look like heâs paying attention, but he hears ever word you say, and very rarely comments on something. but heâs always listening to what you have to say.
he settles for 1 or 2 word comments, things like. âthatâs cool,â âthat sucksâ and regular yes and noâs.
until you say something unexpected, even if itâs simply a passing thought.
âyouâre super pretty, ken. you know that?â it makes him freeze in his tracks. automatically making you look back at him since he stopped walking all together.
âkenma, you okay?â you look at him with confusion, head tilted for added effect.
ââŠhuh?â you step closer to him, and notice the look on his face.
he looks surprised, which you donât see from him often.
heâs dazed. head empty except for the words you just said.
âkenmaaaa..?â you pinch his cheeks in an attempt to get him to pay attention, making him flinch from the sudden contact.
ââŠsorry.â âitâs okay, letâs keep walking, âkay?â youâre still confused why he suddenly stopped walking, you donât even remember what you said.
â âkay.â he turns off his gameboy, and instead focuses his attention on whatâs infront of him.
a little while later at lunch, when youâre sitting next to him and itâs quiet enough.
you hear him murmur, âyouâre pretty too.â with a slight blush on his cheeks.
a/n: was gonna add like 3 more characters but i got lazy
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