Hello guys. I am Takatsu, and it is my first time to write a boy's love fanfic (though I have been drooling over yaoi for quite a long time) (^_^')\. This is a Kagehina fanfic, and I firmly believe that they are canon. :3 This is mostly fluff (believe me I love NSFW), but as for now, i'm rating this as a T (I might go for the 'M' road...but we'll see. Hope you guys enjoy this little story! \(^o^)/

Disclaimer: As much as I want to own Kageyama or Tsukishima, they belong to their own ukes. But one thing is for sure. Haikyuu! is owned by Furudate Haruichi-sensei.

Suga has been noticing something strange between the power duo of Karasuno Volleyball Team. Was it just his imagination? Was he going insane? Or is there something really going on between Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shouyo?

CHAPTER ONE: STOLEN

Suga narrowed his eyes as he watched the black-haired setter toss the ball.

"Hm…"

"Oi Suga, what's the matter?" said Nishinoya, the ever-lively libero of Karasuno Volleyball Team.

"Hm…" Suga knitted his eyebrows, clearly contemplating whether to voice out his thoughts as Hinata jumped full force, eyes closed and hitting the ball with pinpoint accuracy.

"It's coming!" Daichi yelled, warning the other players to go to their strategic positions.

"I got this!" Nishinoya yelled with a grin as he slid over the floor, just in time to toss the ball to Asahi who jumped with such height that the three blockers—Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Hinata had to brace themselves full force, jumping in unison to block the ace of Karasuno.

Tanaka cursed loudly, much to Nishinoya's satisfaction.

"You nasty midget!"

"Shut up, baldy," Nishinoya spoke in retort.

"Noya-senpai, you are just too awesome! I want to be like you!" Hinata said, eyes sparkling as his fellow shorty beamed like a king.

"Are?" Suga blinked his eyes. Was it just his imagination, or did he just throw a glare at Nishinoya?

"Suga, you sure are acting strange today," Daichi said, approaching his Vice Captain.

"No, rather than me, I think it's Kageyama…and maybe Hinata as well…" Suga mumbled as he caught Hinata casting a glance at Kageyama, who in turn returned his glance.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

It was a mere five seconds, but to Suga, this was proof that it was those two, not him, who had been acting strange.

"Hai, hai!" Ukai clapped his hands to call for the boys to assemble. "Practice is now over. So far, I see that your receiving has improved. But don't rest on your laurels yet. We're up against Nekoma High, and I hear that they've got some really flexible players. If you can't match that flexibility, then we got a problem . Understand?"

"Hai!" The team shouted in response.

"Well then, you're dismissed."

"Thank you for the hard work!" The boys shouted once again, bowing to their coach.

"Woah! That was pretty tough!" Tanaka said as he finished his second bottle. "We've been doing a lot more practice matches lately, don't you think?"

"Of course. It's as not as if we can just spend our time goofing around like some senior out there," the bespectacled blonde spoke, eyeing Tanaka.

"What did you say, brat?" Tanaka hissed, raising his head as if urging Tsukishima to fight.

"Ooooh…you gonna fight in front of me?" a cold voice spoke behind the two, sending shivers straight to their spine. If there was one thing that the boys of Karasuno should think thrice before doing, it was fighting—especially in the sight of their captain.

"N-No! Of course not!" Tanaka blurted as he placed an arm around a sour-faced Tsukishima.

"Huh…" Kageyama sighed as he finished a bottle of water. He then wiped the sweat that have formed on his forehead.

"Hinata?"

"Ah! I-I'm sorry Kageyama! I didn't mean to—" Hinata blushed as soon as he realized that he had been staring at his duo for quite a long time.

Kageyama did his best to stop himself from smirking. He could not help it. After all, the shrimp had been trying his best not to execute any suspicious movement. It was the same for him, but sometimes, it was just tough. Mentally challenging. Whenever he tosses the ball, he had to fight the urge to send it to Hinata's direction every time. What was more, he could not help but watch Hinata in awe as he dashed towards the other side of the net with such speed and agility. He had also realized that Hinata had to have the most elegant (and amazing) jump he had ever seen. Perhaps, it was his handicap (which was his height) that made it all the more apparent. But screw that.

He was also well aware that yes…he had become more and more aware of Hinata's presence.

Especially with the sudden shift of their relationship.

It all started with his pep talk. He didn't know that he could even talk like that. During his days in Kitagawa, he would have never even bothered to boost someone's ego up. He knew exactly that he did deserve to be called "The King" despite irking him to the deepest level. He was that arrogant setter who required the team to match up to his abilities. Everything was about winning, and teamwork was merely a trivial matter.

But the shrimp was different. Sure, he did call him the same infamous title, but it was not out of mockery. It was of reverence, as if he was some godly player. What was more, Hinata chose to trust him. Not once did he give up on hitting his tosses. He would always ask for more until he had gotten hold of the instinct. Now, here they are, playing as a duo, and above all, as a part of a team known as the Karasuno Volleyball Club.

To put things in fast forward, fate played its hands when Kageyama accidentally got on top of Hinata. That afternoon, there were only two of them inside the locker room. Hinata was reaching for some stuff on a cabinet. The chair he had been standing on toppled, making all the brooms and what have we fall like debris over the orange-haired boy. Kageyama acted on his instinct, shielding the boy from more stuff.

"Ouch!" Kageyama hissed as the last object—which was a journal—hit his head.

"Kageyama!" Hinata yelped. "A-Are you alright?"

"You idiot! You should have asked me to reach out for whatever stuff you're getting! You know very well that you're not gifted with the height…"

"S-Shut up! You do realize that you've just insulted every five footer in this world—no—there are even four footers out there!"

"Not my fault for being tall."

"A-Anyways…we should really get up…" Hinata mumbled, averting his eyes. True enough, the two had been lying on a very awkward position for a pretty long amount of time.

"Y-Yeah," Kageyama said, trying not to show that he was rattled as well. He continued to massage his head.

"Are you really okay?"

"I told you already, I'm fine. You've hit my head with a ball. That was worse."

Hinata gulped, obviously still flinching at the memory of Kageyama's anger.

Which made him remember another thing.

Sure, at that time, Kageyama was mad about his nerves. But still, it was him who made him be sure of his place as a player of Karasuno.

He always gets mad at him, but it was always for a purpose. And that was to make him confident of his own skills, and his whole self.

Kageyama was about to stand up when he felt a tug in his shirt.

"Th—"

"Ha?"

"Th-th—"

Kageyama frowned. "'Th—' what?"

"Thank you!" Hinata finally blurted out, shutting his eyes close so as not to see Kageyama's probably freaked out expression. "Thank you for always believing in me and trusting me as a partner even though you always get mad at me but still thank you if not for you I would've messed up so bad I could've brought the team down s-so-so yeah thank you but this doesn't mean that I—

The little blocker was sure that he might have forgotten how to breathe at that moment. In fact, he wanted to make sense of what just happened, but it was as if somebody had muted his mind. It was like those times he jumped on the air, shutting anything else from his world except for the ball's trajectory.

But this time, it was Kageyama's lips that had kept Hinata's attention in full focus. The shrimp had his eyes still wide open as Kageyama slowly withdrew his face. He had the urge to laugh at him, but knew that it was the worst possible move to do. For him, it was a crucial situation.

"You're welcome."

"Ba—"

"'Ba' what? I'm not in grade school. Stop using these syllables," Kageyama said in a casual tone as soon as he walked towards the door.

"Baka! WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU JUST DO?"

"Just like your height, your brain is retarded. I kissed you."

"I-I-I know but why did you do that?!"

"Because I like you. Geez, get a clue you idiot."

And with that, the King made an exit, leaving a flustered and tomato-red Hinata alone.

"Wait…if I am the King…does that make him the Queen?" Kageyama whispered to himself as he made his way to the gym. "But he's more fit to be a pawn…he's small and he's a decoy…hmmm…"

Kageyama glanced at his teammates. They were still busy packing their things (Tanaka and Tsukishima were exchanging deathly glares whenever Daiichi turned to talk to Take-sensei). Nishinoya was still basking in the glory of his consecutive saves, and Asahi was just going along with the flow.

Kageyama grabbed the chance.

"Are you gonna walk alone today?"

Hinata jerked his head to the direction of the voice. He blushed a deep red once again, for Kageyama's face was dangerously close to him.

"Y-Yeah…"

"I'd walk you home."

"E-Eh?"

"I said I'd walk you home," Kageyama spoke, this time in a feathery voice that made every hair in Hinata stand up.

"But my home is pretty far from yours—"

Hinata shut up. Kageyama smirked in victory. He knew that a kiss was the best way to shut the shrimp up.

Hinata's mouth opened to say something, only to let out weird screeches. Kageyama knew what it meant though.

"What if they saw us?"

"No they didn't. Please, you're not the only one who has a good reflex here."

"B-Baka."

"Yes. The King is very much honored."

The telepathic conversation ended. Everyone seemed to have noticed the sudden tense atmosphere between the two.

"Oi, we're going guys," Tanaka said nonchalantly.

"Yes senpai," Kageyama said, walking past a staring Suga, the sole witness to the stolen kiss.