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Kageyama is drunk.
He doesn’t know how it happened; they'd been out as a club, Hinata had challenged him to drink a bottle of something, and the next thing he knows, he's sitting slumped against a tree in the park and hazily watching the rest of his team mess about on structures made for kids under 10.
Even strict Daichi and sensible Sugawara have been roped into it; Kageyama can tell, even in his state, that Sugawara's face is a little too red and he's laughing too much at whatever Nishinoya is trying to do on the top of the jungle gym. Hinata's there with them; Kageyama thinks he's trying to climb up the slide, but he's mostly not succeeding, ending up back at the bottom on his ass again and again. Kageyama knows Hinata must be at least as drunk as he is.
Daichi, to his credit, seems to be trying to reign everyone in, but his voice is thicker than usual and he's trying to steady Suga with one arm, and really, a handful of tipsy boys who are rowdy under normal circumstances can't be easy to control.
Kageyama has never been drunk. He's had a sip of something before, at a family party, but that's it, and it had tasted absolutely disgusting. He blames his competitive nature and Hinata's ability to rope him into anything as long as he poses it as a challenge; he doesn't even remember exactly how it happened at this point, but he knows it was Hinata's fault. It's always Hinata's fault.
Hinata, meanwhile, is slumped against Kageyama, babbling about something or another. Kageyama thinks he hears the word 'volleyball' somewhere in Hinata's slurred speech, and he's frankly not surprised. Hinata has what anyone would call a one-track mind at the best of times, and now is definitely not one of those times. Kageyama nudges the smaller boy, whose hair is tickling his neck, and Hinata trails off.
“Kageyama,” he says, seemingly without purpose. When Kageyama doesn't answer, he says it again. “Kageyamaaa.”
“What?” Kageyama's head still feels fuzzy.
“I want to go home,” he says, and his weight feels heavier against Kageyama's side. He sounds tired, suddenly, and Kageyama sort of agrees. “I want to go home, but my mom's gonna kill me.”
Kageyama forgot about that; he's thankful his parents work late most nights, for once. He knows as soon as he thinks it that it's a horrible idea, but it's slipping out anyway, and he definitely blames the alcohol.
“Come home with me,” he says, and he hates the way it sounds, like he's picking someone up at a bar on a TV drama or something, and he's suddenly thinking about picking Hinata up from a bar like they do in movies and what happens after and he wishes he could stop his mind from going where it wants to go, but it's harder than usual.
He hopes Hinata will refuse his offer, but he knows deep down that he won't, and sure enough, Hinata nods like that's what he's been wanting all along. Hinata has never once refused an offer to come over to his house, and Kageyama figures being drunk isn't going to change that.
Despite the warmth pressed against his side, Kageyama's getting a little chilly, and the sun is starting to set. They don't have school tomorrow, which is why this whole fiasco had happened in the first place, presumably, but he's really feeling sluggish and now all he wants to do is go home (with Hinata), fall into his warm bed, and sleep for the next week.
Kageyama pushes himself to his feet, wobbling a little before steadying himself. He drags Hinata up as well, grumbling at him to use his legs because Hinata seems to feel like being dead weight at the moment. They finally get upright, and Kageyama yells to Daichi that he's bringing Hinata home. Daichi looks at him and nods, looking slightly relieved at having two less people to round up, and tells them to be safe.
They start out in the direction of Kageyama's house, and to his relief, Hinata seems okay to walk, mostly. He is a bit wobbly sometimes, and he's somehow ended up clutching Kageyama's hand, but Kageyama finds that he doesn't mind as much as he usually would. They're moving slowly, but they are moving.
At least, they're moving until Hinata starts to wobble and drops to his knees, nearly bringing Kageyama down with him.
“Kageyama, I...really don't feel so good,” Hinata has time to mutter before he's puking all over the road and Kageyama's rushing to help hold him upright. If he had know Hinata would get this bad, he would have forced that bottle out of his hands and chucked it into the nearest trash bin.
When Hinata finishes and looks up at him, his face is flushed and he looks absolutely miserable. Kageyama feels his heart thud in sympathy, because he doesn't feel so hot himself, and because this is not a look Hinata should ever have to wear. He stands up and Hinata's struggling to his feet, and Kageyama wishes he could carry him home but he's sort of worried if he does that, they'll both end up tumbling down an embankment and dying. Maybe he should have let Daichi help them home after all.
Instead, he loops his arm around Hinata's back as best he can with their uneven heights, and trudges home. They stagger, they stumble, and Kageyama's sure they look horrific to anyone who sees them, but they make it. Hinata's looking pale again when Kageyama hurriedly lets them into his house; Kageyama sits him down and yanks Hinata's shoes off for him, not bothering with knots because he knows he won't be getting anywhere with them.
If he had known how ridiculously needy Hinata is when he's drunk, Kageyama never would have offered to take him home. He tells himself that, anyway, when he knows deep down that he wouldn't have been able to resist. Hinata is soft and pliant as he helps him to his feet again after removing his own shoes, and despite his fuzzy thought process, Kageyama manages to maneuver them to his bedroom.
He deposits Hinata onto the bed, who it staring at him, glassy-eyed and flushed and yeah, pretty appealing, but Kageyama tells himself that's the alcohol talking. Hinata always looks appealing to him, and like hell is he going to do anything in this situation when he wouldn't even do it sober.
Kageyama briefly contemplates trying to pull out the futon, but his head is starting to pound and he's so close to being able to sleep that he just can't bring himself to do it. Instead, he crawls around Hinata and onto his bed; he's brought the other boy home, so now he can figure out what to do himself. Kageyama's obligation is to his own head, slightly pounding, and the feeling of sinking into his soft pillow is so amazing he almost passes out then and there.
He's alert enough, however, when he feels a soft heat wiggle its way next to him, and when he opens his eyes and looks down, he's met with a mess of orange and Hinata looking blearily up at him.
“This's okay, right?” Hinata mumbles, settling himself in next to Kageyama.
Kageyama feels like he should be embarrassed; they've slept together before, but right now it feels too warm and intimate, but he doesn't care because Hinata's eyes are closing and he looks way, way too peaceful for Kageyama to bother him.
So he just sighs and draws the blanket over the both of them. They're both boys, they're both fully clothed, and they're both about to pass out anyway, so he doesn't see the harm in it. He vaguely registers Hinata snuggling closer into him before he's losing consciousness, and the last thing he thinks about is how good Hinata smells.
Kageyama wakes up several hours later with the horrible urge to rid his stomach of its contents; ignoring the warm weight at his side, he's vaulting out of bed (or trying to) and rushing to the bathroom. As soon as he reaches it he's dropping to his knees and puking into the toilet; he vaguely remembers the times he's been sick at home and his mother had placed a soothing hand on his forehead, smoothing away the hair and helping him relax.
When he finishes and pulls away, Kageyama realizes that's not just something he'd been remembering. There is a small hand on his forehead, now moving to brush the hair away from his face, and he whirls around.
That was a seriously bad idea on his part; he can feel the room spinning and turns back almost immediately to finish evacuating his stomach. There's another hand on his back, now, and he just lets it do its thing, rubbing lopsided circles against the jacket he still hasn't taken off.
This time when he pulls back, he groans, but does not move too quickly, and is rewarded with the somewhat-blurry sleep-soft face of Hinata.
He'd almost forgotten entirely about Hinata.
“Kageyama,” the smaller boy is whispering, “Are you okay? You look kind of sick.”
“No shit,” says Kageyama, and he has to brace himself. “Did you not just see me puking my guts out?”
Hinata makes a face which says yeah, he'd definitely seen that, but his hand is still on Kageyama's back and it feels warm and nice and like something that's anchoring him in place so the room stays still. Hinata gives him a moment to get his bearings, and then he's helping Kageyama up off the floor and over to the sink to rinse his mouth out. The cool water is refreshing and helps clear Kageyama's head a bit, enough to notice that Hinata looks just as terrible as he does, and that they're both fully clothed.
He groans.
“What time is it?” he asks when he feels okay to talk again.
Hinata looks at him sheepishly. “4 am. Uh, you woke me up when you stepped on my stomach getting out of bed.”
Kageyama vaguely remembers something soft, but he'd thought that was just a blanket or something, and he grimaces. Hinata gives him a wavering grin.
“It's better that you stepped on me than puked on me.” He's holding onto Kageyama's arm now, and it looks like it's as much to steady himself as it is to steady Kageyama. This is the shittiest situation he's probably ever been in.
And it's Hinata's fault, after all.
“I thought it would be fun,” Hinata says miserably when Kageyama confronts him about it, and he looks so crestfallen and tired that Kageyama can't bring himself to say anything else, so he just hobbles with Hinata back to his bedroom, and back into bed. His face lands in his pillow, and it's cool against his warm skin, and he could seriously die right here.
The only thing stopping him is the insistent tugging he feels against his legs, and when he sits up he sees Hinata struggling to get him out of his pants.
He almost cracks a joke, but thinks better of it. He's in no position to tease.
“You can't sleep in that,” Hinata's saying, and his voice is still thick with the sleep he's been woken up from.
“Watch me.” Kageyama attempts to dissolve back into his pillow, but he feels his legs being freed of his pants and groans at Hinata's persistence. He allows himself to be rolled over, and Hinata makes to grab at his jacket, but suddenly he looks like he's about to puke and Kageyama's the one steadying him.
He sighs and sits up properly to help Hinata out of his jacket before shrugging out of his own and tossing them in a heap on the floor. He has to help Hinata out of his pants as well, one leg at a time, and his fingers brush smooth warm skin and he can see Hinata shudder beneath his fingers.
That's an interesting reaction, to be sure, but Kageyama forces himself to focus on the task at hand, which is bodily dragging Hinata next to him into bed and allowing Hinata to wriggle around until he's satisfied, pressed up against Kageyam's chest with his hands squished between them. Kageyama can feel Hinata's hair brushing his chin and it should tickle, but it doesn't, he just feels pleasantly warm and tells himself it's the alcohol that has his chin resting on Hinata's head and an arm slung over his shoulders.
He's so tired, he can't really be held responsible for what position he's sleeping in.
Hinata mumbles something that might be a thanks, and Kageyama's replying grunt seems to satisfy him because soon enough, he's snoring against Kageyama's chest (gross) (kind of cute) and Kageyama's feeling his own eyelids get heavy. His stomach still feels like it's going to roll out of his body, but it's settled enough for him to focus on the warm breathing next to him and the smell of detergent and fresh air that permeates even the smell of the cheap booze that Hinata had drank.
Getting drunk is shit awful, Kageyama tells himself, but if this is the end result he wouldn't mind it happening once in a while.
(They wake up in an uncomfortably warm tangle of limbs, Hinata nearly falling out of the bed and smacking Kageyama in the face in his haste to prevent a collision with the floor. Kageyama thinks he should be embarrassed, but he'll blame the alcohol if he can sleep in a little longer by wrapping Hinata up in his arms and forcing him to go back to sleep.)