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“Stop doing that, it’s disgusting.”
Hinata looked up from where he was copying down the notes he’d borrowed from Yachi earlier that day while absentmindedly chewing on his finger.
“What?”
Kageyama glared at him from across the desk they were sharing.
“Biting your nails like that, it’s disgusting.”
Hinata rolled his eyes. “You’re disgusting. And I’m not even biting my nails, I have a hangnail I’m trying to get rid of.” He said before returning his finger to his mouth, earning him a grimace from Kageyama.
“You wouldn't have hangnails if you took halfway decent care of your fingers, idiot.”
Hinata threw his head back and groaned angrily. Could he go just one day without Kageyama finding some stupid knew thing to criticize him for? Just because Kageyama was obsessed with keeping his nails in pristine condition at all times doesn’t mean everyone had to be.
“Give me your hand.”
Hinata was pulled out of his thoughts by this demand. He stopped groaning up at the ceiling to stare back at Kageyama, who was holding out his hand expectantly.
“No!” Hinata retaliated, holding both hands scrunched up against his chest protectively. Kageyama’s face twitched in annoyance before he lurched forward to grab Hinata’s hand across the desk. After a bit of a noisy scuffle over the desk, Kageyama was able to pull Hinata’s hand onto his side of the desk where he could pin it down with his arm and get a good look at it. The setter immediately began inspecting Hinata’s hand, their momentary fight forgotten. Hinata’s hand was tiny. Kageyama thought if they were to put their palms against each other Hinata’s fingertips would barely reach his first knuckles. Not lingering on that thought for very long, Kageyama focused on the pitiful condition of Hinata’s fingernails. Had this dumbass never heard of a nail file? His nails were uneven from Hinata chewing on them, his cuticles were grown out and he had several hangnails.
“How the fuck can you stand that?” Kageyama asked, running his fingertip against the rough edge on one of Hinata’s fingernails. He leaned over to get into his bag for his nail file without letting Hinata answer and began to file down one of Hinata’s nails without asking.
“Wuh? Hey, cut that out!” Hinata barked, trying to pull his arm out of Kageyama’s grip. Kageyama’s grip tightened.
“No. I’m not going to let you go to training camp with your fingers in such shit condition.” Hinata groaned. The training camp had slipped his mind for a moment. That was the reason they were trying to do any last minute studying they could. Hinata slumped forward in defeat, letting his head hit the desk with a gentle clunk. Kageyama was probably right, he probably would play better if his fingers were in better condition. Hinata groaned again, he hated when Kageyama was probably right. He lay there in defeat while Kageyama worked on his nails until he felt a sharp pain in his nail bed, causing him to jolt upright.
“Ow! What the hell are you doing?”
“Pushing your cuticles back so you don’t get more hangnails,” Kageyama had a hold of his finger and was pushing his thumb into Hinata’s nail bed. Hinata squinted at his hand. He certainly didn’t want more hangnails, but this process didn’t exactly tickle and, for some reason, without the nail file there it was quite a bit more intimate than he expected all of a sudden. Hinata felt his cheeks warm up in embarrassment. He tried to look anywhere but at Kageyama’s face, which was incredibly focused on the task at hand. Hinata was focusing on the incredibly important task of not secretly making this really awkward and failing when Kageyama dropped his hand unceremoniously onto the desk.
Kageyama reached for Hinata’s other hand as soon as he was finished with the first. God, his hands were tiny. They were totally dwarfed by Kageyama’s as he got to work filing Hinata’s nails into shape. He really hoped Hinata wouldn’t notice how much he was enjoying this. It seemed that, at least for now, Hinata was busy ogling how good a job he had done on the first hand. Despite his obvious distraction, Kageyama was doing everything in his power not to grin like an idiot because Hinata had teeny tiny little adorable baby hands that Kageyama was absolutely holding right now. The last thing he needed was Hinata knowing how often he thought about holding his hands. His ears were already burning and he hoped Hinata wouldn’t notice or at least not mention it. He was almost done with Hinata’s hand, it was in much better shape than the first had been, and felt a pang of disappointment that the moment was ending, but knew he couldn’t fuck around with Hinata’s hands forever, unfortunately. He dropped Hinata’s hand to the desk just like he’d done with the first and the two shared a brief moment of awkward eye contact before the bell rung, signaling the end of their study period.
“Oh, fuck.” Kageyama said stuffing his half written notes into his bag.
“Why’d you have to take up the whole free period?” Hinata said accusingly as if he hadn’t just sat there and let Kageyama spend the whole time touching his hands.
“If you took better care of your nails and this wouldn't have happened, dumbass.” Kageyama punctuated with a light shove to the back of Hinata’s head before they quickly went their separate ways.
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Hinata lay face down on his bed. It had been a long eventful day and tomorrow was going to be the first day of training camp so of course, he couldn’t fall asleep. It was all Kageyama’s fault. He had misplaced his shirt while changing after practice and spent a good ten minutes trying to find it. And of course, the idiot had spent the whole time looking for it shirtless. Hinata rolled over and kicked the wall. Stupid Kageyama and his stupid abs. He flopped onto his back and pressed his fingertips gently into his belly. He definitely had strong abdominal muscles in there, they just didn’t show. Maybe they’d show if he started T. He frowned up at the ceiling. He should be sleeping, not mourning his body’s lack of testosterone.
He rubbed his eyes frustratedly, which reminded him of Kageyama’s impromptu manicure session from earlier that day. He squinted at his fingers and ran his thumbs against the smooth edges of his fingertips. Man, they sure did feel nice and, although he’d never say it, they probably had made him play a little better. Stupid Kageyama being right about things with his stupid abs and his stupid face. He was so weird, and aggressive, and angry all the time. Why did Hinata have to find him so attractive and like him so much? Probably because they spent so much time together, and sometimes he’d do things like genuinely smile his big lopsided grin at things when he thought no one was looking, or spend way too long trying to get stray animals to let him pet them, or suddenly decide he would dedicate almost an entire class period to take care of Hinata’s fingernail situation and hold onto his hands the whole time. Hinata rolled onto his belly, pressing his face directly into the pillow for a few seconds before turning his head so he could breathe. He’d never really put that much thought into taking care of his nails, it had always seemed too girly for him. Besides that, chewing on his nails gave him something to do with his hands instead of clicking his pen in class all the time. He rolled back onto his side with a sigh that turned into an uncomfortably long yawn. He spent a while longer thinking about volleyball and Kageyama and what felt like a million other things before he finally drifted off to sleep.
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Kageyama glared up at his ceiling. God, what a fucking day. Losing his shirt after practice like a damn moron was embarrassing enough without Hinata staring at him the whole time like he wouldn’t notice. He sighed and let some of the tension relax out of his shoulders. It wasn’t like it was the first time one of them had been caught staring and it probably wouldn’t be the last. At least this time neither of them had mentioned it, or made awkward eye contact, or asked a stupid question. He cringed at the memory of the time he’d been staring at Hinata and asked him why his undershirt only went halfway down, causing Hinata to awkwardly explain what a chest binder was. Kageyama absolutely hated feeling stupid and he hated when Hinata made him feel stupid even more. Thank God that didn’t happen very often at all, Hinata was just about as dumb as he was, if not more so. The guy didn’t even know how to file his own damn nails.
Oh wow, he’d almost stopped thinking about that for a full fifteen minutes! Great, now here he was thinking about Hinata’s hands again. How soft they had felt in his own. His lips were probably really soft too, and his neck, and his belly, and the insides of his thighs. Kageyama squeezed his eyes shut as his thoughts wandered a bit too far south. He had it bad for Hinata and had fully intended on never letting anyone else know ever. It was bad enough 2 of his teammates new he was gay, and it just happened to be Hinata and Tsukishima the worst 2 people possible. He had blurted it out on the walk home the same day Hinata had explained what a chest binder was and why he needed one, it had only seemed fair after making him come out like that, even if Kageyama had been the only one who didn’t know. He hadn’t told Tsukishima though, that bastard had just figured it out on his own and mentioned it in passing during one of their very rare one on one practice sessions like it was nothing. Tricky bastard had probably figured out about his crush on Hinata too and would probably try and bring it up at some point.
Seriously fuck that guy. So what? He had a huge crush on the little dumbass, what was he gonna do, jerk off about it? Probably. He'd blasted his rope thinking about Hinata so many times it was amazing he could look him in the eye every day. Let alone deal with him as a teammate or partner or whatever they were. He rolled onto his side defiantly. The training camp was tomorrow and he should be well rested for it. Not exhausted because he was up all night jerking off like the horny lovesick idiot he refused to admit he was. After taking some deep breaths and avoiding thinking about anything related to Hinata for as long as he could he was finally able to drift off to sleep.