[ shoyo is ready to focus a little more on the project at hand: making . . . crowns. he's not at all adept in them; most of his chose rose buds keep falling due to snipping them to short to weave, but there's nothing better than a bit of tape to keep things together. with his tongue sticking out and his ears flicking up and down during his concentration, shoyo finally bounces onto his hooves to present . . . ]
—There! Check it out! [ not exactly the prettiest flower crowns, but it works, enough that he sets it right on top of tobio's head. ] A crown fit for a real king!
[ Kageyama is not a fan of flower crown making and he's not done with the one he'd been halfheartedly working on when Hinata sets the rose crown on his head. The first hint that something is different might be the fact that he didn't instantly tell Hinata not to call him that.
The second might be the way he sort of just stares at Hinata with soft eyes. In truth, it might not be all that different from some of the looks Kageyama sets on Hinata when the other isn't paying attention. After all for him that crown isn't creating new feelings but pushing real ones to the surface. ]
[ it’s not really different at all. the king shoyo speaks of is not the one who terrorized the court, but orchestrates it. shoyo crowned him again; the first time with a towel, and now a second time–
it’s such a cool name, and he could certainly take it back and reinvent it. shoyo had blind faith in that. the red head takes a step back and marvels with a chortling grin, having no idea what’s bubbling up when it all just felt . . . so natural.
shoyo isn’t as subtle. he felt more at home than ever with kageyama around. ]
what did he just hear? shoyo’s ears flop up and down, with him making sure there’s nothing inside them to blocking the space he had to listen. his hearing is pretty good, though. should be, at least. ]
. . . . Is everything. Okay?
[ does he have a fever? shoyo lifts a hand to pap kageyama’s temples. ]
[ Kageyama reaches out and touches Hinata's ears. Pets them, really. He's been wanting to do that. His cheeks are pink with a light blush, one that gets deeper when Hinata touches his forehead. ]
Everything's fine.
[ He's definitely not sick. He pets the ear again. ]
[ this is………… kind of weird. really weird. he’s not even grinding his hand into his skull, he’s petting his ears. petting. it’s soft and affectionate and.
makes shoyo turn beet red. now he’s feeling it. not exactly embarrassment, but . . . that’s only been a daydream. was he dreaming? was he the one running a fever? shoyo checks himself, but can’t exactly tell if his own temperature is off.
wait. wait wait wait wait wait. his heart is pounding in his ears!! kageyama’s red as an apple! he’s becoming . . . highly aware of what eren asked.
thattttt can’t be (but it is.). ]
O . . . Okay? [ where’d. this come from? ] You’re . . . Awesome, too!
[ but kageyama already knew that. it wasn’t the first time shoyo’s openly said so. ]
[At some point Cater will hunt Kageyama down so he can hand him a mug that appears to be hand-molded and fired from the local pottery shop. It has the etching TEARS OF THE PEOPLE I BEAT AT VOLLEYBALL on it. There's also a bag of some manner of tasty treat sitting inside.
[ Kageyama doesn’t get a lot of messages and so he’s never had to think about needing to put his phone on silent. He wasn’t really sleeping all that well anyway when it beeps. ]
[Just as promised, Cater arrives at Kageyama's small house a couple hours after their conversation. He's got a basket of fresh groceries in one hand, and all but invites himself in once the younger teen opens the door.]
Hope you're hungry, 'cause this kissable cook is ready to blow your mind.
[And other things, if their earlier flirtations were any indicator. For now, though, Cater heads straight for the kitchen to start unloading his goods.]
[ Kageyama a little while before Cater had arrived had started the rice cooker he’d managed to obtain, which had lowered his number of failures in the kitchen substantially.
Just the sight of Cater is enough to have him blushing a little bit as the other came inside. It’s funny how he just seems so comfortable there. Kageyama doesn’t understand when people can become so at ease no matter their environment. He certainly wouldn’t have been if the shoe had been on the other foot. ]
Starving.
[ And thinking about stealing a kiss, though he starts thinking the moment has passed as the other is at the counter and unpacking the results of his shopping. He hovers nearby, watching him with his deep blue eyes. ]
[He glances back at the other teen with a grin as he finishes laying out the ingredients and seems to catch something in that intense gaze. He smiles just a little wider, questioning.]
[ Being called on his staring he blushes, his mouth in a little scowl as he glances away. He lifts his shoulders but... instead of just not answering he has been trying to get better at communication and it matters with Cater a lot. ]
[Cater was about to start rummaging around for the cookware he'd need to get started when Kageyama makes his admission. He cocks an eyebrow, reaching over to pull him closer by his shirt.]
[ Kageyama swallows hard when the other so easily and smoothly tugs him closer and his eyes land on the other's lip. His tongue wets his own as he hesitates a second. He's not really used to the idea of initiating but it's easier now that it's not out of nowhere, that Cater knew what he wants.
He leans forward to press his lips to his softly, his eyes closing. ]
[It sends a little bit of a thrill through him, having Kageyama initiate a kiss. Sure, Cater had nudged him, but baby steps! Abandoning his cooking task for the moment, he shifts the rest of the way toward the other boy and brings his hands up against his chest.
There wasn't any reason to hurry--the food wasn't going anywhere. He just wished he could take a snapshot of this. Alas--maybe when he had his clones back.]
[ Kageyama relaxes more as they continue to kiss a while longer. It's hard to stop once he starts. He doesn't want to pull away. Instead, he parts his lips trying to work up the confidence to deepen the kiss more. His hands were still hanging at his sides but he's still making progress in getting better at this. ]
tdm prompts (flower crowns)
—There! Check it out! [ not exactly the prettiest flower crowns, but it works, enough that he sets it right on top of tobio's head. ] A crown fit for a real king!
HE IS STILL SO SUBTLE OOPS
The second might be the way he sort of just stares at Hinata with soft eyes. In truth, it might not be all that different from some of the looks Kageyama sets on Hinata when the other isn't paying attention. After all for him that crown isn't creating new feelings but pushing real ones to the surface. ]
UMMMM THE SOUND I MADE
it’s such a cool name, and he could certainly take it back and reinvent it. shoyo had blind faith in that. the red head takes a step back and marvels with a chortling grin, having no idea what’s bubbling up when it all just felt . . . so natural.
shoyo isn’t as subtle. he felt more at home than ever with kageyama around. ]
Kickass, huh?
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[ How's that for a confession. It totally counts right? ]
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what just
what did he just hear? shoyo’s ears flop up and down, with him making sure there’s nothing inside them to blocking the space he had to listen. his hearing is pretty good, though. should be, at least. ]
. . . . Is everything. Okay?
[ does he have a fever? shoyo lifts a hand to pap kageyama’s temples. ]
You sick or something?
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Everything's fine.
[ He's definitely not sick. He pets the ear again. ]
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makes shoyo turn beet red. now he’s feeling it. not exactly embarrassment, but . . . that’s only been a daydream. was he dreaming? was he the one running a fever? shoyo checks himself, but can’t exactly tell if his own temperature is off.
wait. wait wait wait wait wait. his heart is pounding in his ears!! kageyama’s red as an apple! he’s becoming . . . highly aware of what eren asked.
thattttt can’t be (but it is.). ]
O . . . Okay? [ where’d. this come from? ] You’re . . . Awesome, too!
[ but kageyama already knew that. it wasn’t the first time shoyo’s openly said so. ]
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You did a good job...
[ This is too many verbal compliments in a row from Kageyama. ]
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Happy Holidays!]
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u up??? 😇
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why?
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keep me companyyyyy 🥺🥺
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Can’t tell me ur doing nething better rn LOL
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you really like talking to me? I was sleeping.
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What do you want to talk about…?
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tw: grandparent death
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action, after Sleepr
Hope you're hungry, 'cause this kissable cook is ready to blow your mind.
[And other things, if their earlier flirtations were any indicator. For now, though, Cater heads straight for the kitchen to start unloading his goods.]
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Just the sight of Cater is enough to have him blushing a little bit as the other came inside. It’s funny how he just seems so comfortable there. Kageyama doesn’t understand when people can become so at ease no matter their environment. He certainly wouldn’t have been if the shoe had been on the other foot. ]
Starving.
[ And thinking about stealing a kiss, though he starts thinking the moment has passed as the other is at the counter and unpacking the results of his shopping. He hovers nearby, watching him with his deep blue eyes. ]
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[He glances back at the other teen with a grin as he finishes laying out the ingredients and seems to catch something in that intense gaze. He smiles just a little wider, questioning.]
Got something on your mind?
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Just... thinking about kissing.
[ He mumbles. ]
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So, what's the hold up? Kiss me, then.
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He leans forward to press his lips to his softly, his eyes closing. ]
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There wasn't any reason to hurry--the food wasn't going anywhere. He just wished he could take a snapshot of this. Alas--maybe when he had his clones back.]
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