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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Kageyama_Tobio
  Additional Tags:
      Genderfuck
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-09 Updated: 2016-01-13 Chapters: 5/7 Words: 6933
****** Haikyuu!! 1/2 ******
by GuyBlackhand
Summary
     When Hinata Shouyou was eight years old his family went on a vacation
     to China where they visited many famous landmarks like the Great
     Wall, the Forbidden City, and the Cursed Springs of Jusenkyo.
     Or: That fic where Hinata turns into a girl sometimes.
Notes
     It's not necessary to know anything about Ranma 1/2 to understand
     this fic. I just wanted a convenient plot device to accomplish two
     things: 1) write Hinata as a cute girl, and 2) hit Kageyama hard with
     the puberty bat.
***** The Day Kageyama Discovered Breasts *****
 
            The perfect curve that fit snugly into his palm.
            The perfect heft that inspired him.
            The perfect bounce that excited him.
            Ahh, this smell, this smoothness.
            Nothing would ever fill his hands as well as this.
            “Daichi-senpai, Kageyama is acting pervy with the volleyball again.
Ugyaa--!” Hinata cried out as he fell on his ass, the imprint of Kageyama’s
ball reddening his face.
            “Shut up, dumbass,” Kageyama growled, easily catching the ball as
it flew back to him.
            “All right, that’s enough,” Daichi sighed. “Get back to cleaning so
we can lock up.”
            Sugawara chuckled as he helped Hinata up and handed him the mop he
dropped. “If we’re late closing up again the Vice Principal is going to get
really mad at us.”
            “Which is not as scary as if Daichi-san gets mad,” Tanaka said, his
face dark and forbidding. “So move your asses, first years!”
            Hinata and Kageyama snapped to attention. “Yes! Tanaka-senpai!”
 
                                      ^_^
 
            The air was oppressively hot and sticky as the Karasuno Boys
Volleyball Club made their way down the hill from their school. Everbody looked
wilted. Kageyama watched Hinata as he pushed his bicycle. The back of his thin
white t-shirt was turning translucent with sweat.
            “Seriously, what is it with this heat…” Hinata whined.
            “Don’t say that word, dumbass,” Kageyama grumbled, too hot to even
bother hitting the back of Hinata’s head. All he wanted right now was a long
cold shower and—
            SSSHHHAAAAAAHHH
            “Whoa! Holy crap! Where’d this come from?!”
            “Hahaha! It’s raining! Awesome!”
            “Shit...”
            “Tsukki! Your headset!”
            Kageyama tilted his face to the very unexpected but very welcome
summer downpour and pushed his dripping hair back from his face. This feels
good.
            He noticed a suspicious lack of noise from beside him. He would
have expected Hinata to be joining Tanaka and Nishinoya in jumping around the
puddles and getting scolded by Daichi. Instead he was standing completely
still, his shoulders hunched. “Oi. What….”
            There were three events that had completely changed Kageyama’s
life. The first was playing volleyball for the first time. The second was the
moment his teammates from Kitagawa Daiichi rejected him. And the third was when
he and Hinata first successfully pulled off their freak quick. Those were the
three events that completely changed his life, so far.
            This was, he thought to himself with a detached kind of calm borne
only from complete and utter shock, going to be the fourth.
            “Ugh, the forecast totally didn’t say anything about rain today!”
The voice from the shorter, slighter body beside him was pitched high and
sounded annoyed. Kageyama heard it over the sound of the rain, but vaguely,
like it was coming from a mile out instead of less than an arm’s length away.
“I don’t have any hot water with me!”
            The rain had plastered Hinata’s – for it must be Hinata, there was
simply no other possibility – shirt to his… torso… the narrower, more delicate
shoulders… the dramatic dip of his waist… the flat, toned plane of his stomach…
and the… the… the…
            “Woah, Hinata! I didn’t know you had such great knockers as a
girl!”
            “Tanaka!”
            “Ouch! Dai—huh? Suga-san?! You’re the one who hit me?!”
            “Don’t be crude, jeez.” Sugawara sighed and threw his jacket over
Hinata. “Are you all right, Hinata?”
            “Uh, yeah,” Hinata said, holding Sugawara’s jacket in front of his
chest. “I’m fine.”
            “It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Sugawara asked, concerned.
            “No, it doesn’t hurt,” Hinata answered as he put on his own jacket
and handed Sugawara back his. “I’m used to it by now.”
            In the background Daichi scolded Tanaka with a very scary look in
his face. “Don’t be disrespectful to girls.”
            “B-but that’s not really a girl!” Tanaka protested. “That’s
Hinata!”
            “Ah, more importantly,” Tsukishima said, cutting through the
chatter with a bored voice. “I think Kageyama broke.”
            “He’s stopped breathing!” Asahi exclaimed, fretting.
            Kageyama was only marginally aware of his teammates’ concern. His
head felt stuffed with cotton, full of fog, and the same image repeated itself
in his mind’s eye over and over again: full, pert breasts jutting out from
Hinata’s body, their generous shape clearly on display because of his soaked
white t-shirt.
            Without any conscious decision on his part, and certainly against
his considerable will, Kageyama felt that in a far neglected corner of his
mind… on that dark, shadowed place left empty and barren for the past 15 years…
fell a single ray of sunlight.
            “Geh! He fainted!”
***** This Is Normal?! (Part 1) *****
 
            “The hot water should be ready in a minute,” Ukai called out.
“How’s Kageyama doing?”
            “He’s still pretty out of it,” the flat-haired Nishinoya answered,
poking the lifeless body slumped in the seat next to him. “I guess he had a
real shock, hahahaha!”
            The team had taken shelter at Sakanoshita to wait out the deluge
and get some hot water for Hinata so he could change back to a boy. “This is
one of those sudden summer rains that only lasts for a short time,” Sugawara
had said earlier. “Let’s go to Sakanoshita until it stops.” The suggestion was
hastily agreed on by everyone and after hoisting Kageyama on to Asahi’s back
(“The King is getting a piggyback ride; I have to take a picture of this.”
“Pfft!”) they ran all the way to Ukai’s store where they had been promptly and
loudly scolded for dragging water in.
            “Hmm. He didn’t know you’re cursed?” Ukai asked Hinata, who was
sitting across the table from Kageyama. “You’re together so much I thought you
already told him.”
            “…I did.”
            Ukai and the rest of the team felt an immediate moment of concern
at the uncharacteristically subdued response from Hinata. They were all used to
seeing Hinata pouting or annoyed or angry or even sometimes unintentionally
terrifying… never this kind of quiet timidity.
            “Ah-- don’t worry about it, Hinata!” Ukai said, scrambling for
words. “It was his first time seeing this happen, so of course he’d be shocked!
Uh—I was pretty shocked too, you know.” Around him the other boys (except for
Tsukishima, of course) chimed in, nodding vehemently with a chorus of ‘Yeah! It
was a real shock!’ “It’s one thing to be told something like this and know it
in your head, and another thing to see it firsthand! I didn’t even recognize
you at first. This is a completely normal reaction!”
            “…Really?” Hinata asked, looking uncertainly at Kageyama’s corpse.
            “Really!” Everyone answered, and when Hinata lost a bit troubled
expression on his face, everyone was relieved.
            And it was true, kind of. Ukai was really surprised when someone
who looked like Hinata’s twin sister rushed in his store along with the team.
It wasn’t exactly that Hinata looked completely different as a girl, especially
since he was still in his training gear, but his hair was longer—a damp, wavy
mess that fell a couple of inches past his shoulders—and there was a general
air of ‘cute girl’ around him… even when he looked like a drowned mouse.
            “Still though,” Hinata said, now sounding confused and sullen, “I
told him about this before I told any of you. This isn’t something I hide. So
how dare he act like this, the idiot.”
            “It’s because he is an idiot that he’s like this, though,”
Tsukishima said in a bored voice. “His head is only full of volleyball, so I’m
sure he didn’t know anything about the Cursed Springs, and when you told him,
since he didn’t understand it, and it had nothing to do with volleyball, he
probably just completely ignored it.”
            Amazing, everybody thought in shock, even Tsukishima was moved to
comfort Hinata. The power of females is really something else!
            “Ohhh!” Hinata exclaimed, leaning toward Tsukishima, eyes wide.
“That makes sense! He did totally have this blank face when I told him!”
            “…Get away from me, you freak.”
            “Geh! That’s mean!”
            A low groan rose from Kageyama.
            “Oh, he’s coming to!” Nishinoya announced.
            “Kageyama, are you alive? Are you alive in there?” Tanaka asked,
shaking his shoulders.
            “Wh-what…” Kageyama slowly shook off the dead-eyed, slack jawed
expression on his face. Then he snapped straight up, stiff as a board. “Gwah!”
            Everyone stared. “…Gwah…?”
            He pointed a shaking finger at Hinata. “Wh-what the hell is going
on?!?!”
            Hinata blinked at him and said: “I turn into a girl sometimes.”
            “…”
            That’s a really complicated face you’re making right now,
Kageyama,thought Ukai, who couldn’t help but feel sorry the poor kid a little.
He looked so stunned he was opening and closing his mouth but no words were
coming out.
            “When I was eight my family went on a trip to China. One of the
places we went to was the Cursed Springs of Jusenkyo. They’re cursed because a
long time ago people and animals would fall in and drown in them. Now, whenever
someone falls in one of the springs, they will change to take the body of the
one who drowned when hit with cold water. Hot water will reverse the effect.”
Everyone was quiet during Hinata’s speech.
Ukai remembered when Hinata asked to speak with him shortly after he started
coaching the team. That was when he first heard this exact same explanation. He
thought that the kid looked brave and scared at the same time, revealing this
to his new coach, and that it had the sound of something well rehearsed, like
Hinata had spent hours and hours practicing it. Somehow, this made Ukai feel
pity for the kid, who obviously thought that he’d lose his place in the team
because of something he couldn’t control.
“One thing led to another, and I fell in the Spring of the Drowned Girl,”
Hinata finished. His face was calm, but Ukai noticed his hands were clenched
into fists.
For a long moment, no one said anything. The standing fan clicked a couple of
times as it rotated around.
Ukai took a deep drag of his cigarette and stared at the ‘No Ruckus’ sign.
“WHAT THE HELL, DUMBASS?!?!” Kageyama finally exploded, face red and furious.
Hinata, meanwhile, turned white as a sheet, eyes grown wide and shining with
hurt. “WHO THE HELL TURNS INTO A GIRL SOMETIMES?!?! CURSED SPRING?!? IS THAT
EVEN A THING THAT’S POSSIBLE?!?! DON’T FUCK WITH ME!!!”
Hinata flinched back as if he was struck. Everyone stared as his lips trembled.
“I…” the sound of his voice was small, like a tiny injured animal.
Suddenly what felt like an electric current shot across the room, and Ukai
inwardly groaned as all the boys recoiled and the tension in the room shot up a
hundred points. Ah well, boys are bad with dealing with upset girls, after all,
Ukai thought with a resigned sigh (already forgetting how Hinata’s upset face
had also made him nervous before).
            “Kageyama, you asshole! Don’t yell at him!”
            “Hey! Don’t fuckin’ shout in my store, goddammit!!”
            “Wha--?! He started it!”
            “You’re all idiots.”
            “Hinata, are you okay?”
            “Kageyama! Apologize, dammit!”
            “Want me to hit him for you, Shouyou?! Just say the word!”
            “Get in line! I’m gonna beat him up first!”
            “Guys… please… don’t fight…”
            Ukai finally had enough and jumped up, roaring: “Will you all just
shut---!!”
            “Keishin!!” Everyone froze at the strident tones, the instinctive
reaction of males everywhere to hearing the voice of A Very Angry Mother—even
if it wasn’t his own. “What in the world is going on in here?”
            “M-mom!” Ukai smiled at her sheepishly as she walked out from the
back of the store. He was painfully aware of the entire volleyball club staring
stupidly. “Sorry about the noise, I was just about to throw these idiots out.”
            She shot him a very unimpressed look. “Hmmm? Isn’t this the
volleyball club you’re coaching now? Why, they look like just a bunch of
hooligans.”
            H-hooligans…The whole team looked down and shuffled their feet.
            “Sorry!” Daichi said, head bowed. “We’re very sorry for making
trouble, we’ll be leaving now!”
            They nervously waited as her eyes swept across them all, her lips
pursed in mild disgust. She was even shorter than Nishinoya, and yet somehow
she made all of them feel about 60 cm tall.
            And then her eyes landed on Hinata, obviously still upset, his
girl’s body curled in slightly as though protecting himself, and Ukai knew that
now they were really in trouble. “What’s this? What do you think you’re all
doing, bullying this girl? Is this what your mothers taught you?”
            All the boys averted their eyes, mute.
            “Ah, no,” Hinata said, tripping over his words, “They weren’t—I
wasn’t—“ he glanced quickly at Kageyama, who flinched “—I’m fine, Coach Ukai’s
Mom-san!”
            Everyone stared at him. Coach Ukai’s Mom-san…?
            She blinked at Hinata for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Oh
my, now aren’t you a cute one! Look at you, sitting out here with these
hooligans, with your clothes all wet, too! Goodness. Come here and I’ll get you
a clean set of clothes, hm?”
            “Oh no! That’s okay!” Hinata yelped, shaking his head. “Please
don’t bother yourself!”
            “Nonsense,” she said, and walked over to him, all the boys jumping
out of her way. She grabbed Hinata’s arm and dragged him away. “Keishin’s
cousin is about your size and left some clothes from the last time she visited,
they’ll fit you fine. You certainly can’t leave here drenched like that, you’ll
catch a cold!”
            “Ah, no, really—I’m—uh—hot water—!” Hinata protested as she herded
him like a baby duckling. Ukai breathed a sigh of relief; it looked like Hinata
was able to successfully distract her—
            “Ouch!” he yelped, rubbing the back of his head where his mom
smacked him hard as she passed by.
            “Deal with them!” she barked, glaring, as she disappeared with
Hinata in the back.
            The silence that descended after was very awkward.
            Ukai looked at Kageyama, whose head was bowed and whose hands were
clenched and shaking. “Kageyama—“
            “Gaaah!” Kageyama shouted (quietly). “This doesn’t make sense! How
can there be something that would turn a guy into a girl just because of a
little cold water?? And turn back into a guy with hot water?? What?? I don’t
understand! It goes against reason! Against science!”
            “I don’t want to hear the word ‘science’ come out of the mouth of
someone who didn’t even know what mitochondria were two days ago,” Tsukishima
snapped.
            “Kageyama,” Sugawara said, stepping forward. “You’re confused and
lashing out because you encountered something just now that you never thought
was possible, and you can’t wrap your head around it, right?” Kageyama nodded,
looking at Sugawara with eyes that Ukai could see were desperate for
understanding. “And what’s more, it has something to do with Hinata, a person
you thought you knew everything about.”
            Kageyama grew still, and Ukai again marveled at how perceptive
Sugawara was. Kageyama nodded again.
            “Well, it’s like…” Sugawara said, thinking. “It’s like the
mitochondria.”
            “…huh?” Kageyama asked.
            Sugawara smiled. “Two days ago you didn’t even know that
mitochondria even existed, right? But that didn’t mean that they didn’t exist.
Only that you didn’t know about it. It’s the same with this. Just because you
didn’t know that the Cursed Springs were real, doesn’t mean they aren’t real.
And it doesn’t mean that the curse isn’t real for Hinata.”
            Kageyama stared.
            “Ah!” Sugawara said, “Sorry, was that too confusing?”
            “No,” Kageyama said, shaking his head. “I understand now, I think.
So… this curse… this is normal?”         
            “Erm… well, I guess you can say that it’s normal for Hinata.”
            “I see.”
            “Yeah, it’s pretty uncommon,” Nishinoya piped up, “but not
completely unheard of. I have a second cousin in Hokkaido that turns into a
Chinese goose. It gives him a tough time in the winter.”
            “Guys, the rain’s stopped,” Tanaka called out from the entrance.
            “All right,” Daichi said, grabbing his bag. “We’re going to go
ahead. Kageyama, you stay here and make things right with Hinata, you hear me?”
            “Y-yes.”
            “Coach, sorry for making trouble.”
            Ukai smiled wryly as his team bowed their heads to him. Really,
these kids…“Yeah, yeah. You lot get the hell out of here then. And don’t any of
you dare get sick!” He called out as they filed out of his store. He finished
his cigarette and considered Kageyama, who was quiet and still. He was staring
at a poster of AKB48 but Ukai was pretty sure he wasn’t seeing any of the girls
in it.
            “Oi, make yourself useful.” Ukai approached the kid with a mop.
“Start cleaning up, will you? You guys dripped all over my floor.”
            Kageyama snapped out of it. “Ossu!”
            Some time later, and just as Ukai was thinking of making Kageyama
do some restocking for him, Hinata finally came back with his mother. “Well,
that certainly took long enough—geh! What the hell did you do to my decoy,
mom?” His mom had put the poor kid in a green dress, of all the ridiculous
things.
            “Decoy? For heaven’s sake, Keishin.”
            “Ouch!”
            “See what I have to deal with here, Shouyou-kun? Crude and boorish
all day! Ahh, I wish I had a cute child like you instead of this idiot.”
            “Hey!”
            “Shut up, Keishin, and hurry up and give me a granddaughter
already.”
            “Geh!”
            “Now,” she said, turning back to Hinata. “Are you sure you don’t
want me to have Keishin drive you home?”
            Hinata shook his head, the ponytail Ukai was sure his mom forced on
him swinging from side to side. “No thank you! I have my bike with me, after
all.”
            “Hmm, but you live all the way on the other side of the mountain,
don’t you?” She then locked her eyes on Kageyama, who was staring at Hinata.
“You, young man. What’s your name?”
            Kageyama snapped to attention. “Kageyama Tobio, ma’am!”
            “Hmph. Well, Tobio-kun, you will be seeing Shouyou-kun home
tonight, you understand?”
            “That’s not—“ Hinata started to say.
            “Yes, of course!”
            Hinata startled and stared at Kageyama, who was only looking back
at Ukai’s mom with a determined look on his face.
            “Good,” she said, after a while. “Go on then, before it gets any
later.”
            Hinata and Kageyama said their thanks and goodnights and left
quickly, disappearing into the darkened streets. It was already almost 8:30 and
Ukai knew that Hinata’s house was 30 minutes away by bike.
            “You didn’t tell me you had such interesting students, Keishin,”
his mom remarked, quirking a brow at him.
            Ukai chuckled. “They’re all just brats, mom.”
***** This Is Normal?! (Part 2) *****
                                        
            Kageyama watched Hinata as he pushed his bike, his ponytail
swinging back and forth like a wavy orange pendulum.
            Sugawara’s words were still fresh in his mind, and they did ease
the strange tension he felt constricting his throat and stomach. This was just
Hinata. Just another part of Hinata.
            All he had to do was observe and add this one new thing to the
catalog of things he already knew about his partner, the same way he did for
everything else that could impact Hinata’s volleyball play. He knew that with
Hinata’s mood like this, right now he wouldn’t be able to play his usual 120%.
And if Kageyama didn’t do something to fix it, this may be something that
Hinata won’t be able to shake off in time for tomorrow’s practice. That would
definitely be bad.
            Hinata suddenly stopped under a streetlamp. The additional light
let Kageyama see more clearly how stiff the set of Hinata’s shoulders were,
which were revealed by the short sleeves and the wide square neckline of his
dress, and how they were about 1.5 cm narrower than his shoulders as a boy.
There was also less muscle development in his arms, though the difference there
was very minimal, maybe less than 5 mm—
            Hinata spun around and glared at him. His eyes were exactly the
same size, though his eyelashes were longer and threw shadows high on his
cheeks. “You can stop now, you know.”
            “What?” Kageyama asked, noting how Hinata’s voice was pitched
higher but not annoyingly so, like some girls’ voices.
            “You don’t have to see me all the way home, idiot! I know you just
said that to get Coach Ukai’s mom off your case. You can scram now and stop
glaring at me.”
            He was glaring…? Oh, that’s right—Kageyama remembered he hadn’t
apologized yet.
            “I’m sorry!” he said, bowing his head properly.
            “Geh! What the hell?! W-what are you doing?!”
            “I’m apologizing, obviously.” Kageyama said, raising his head. “I
just remembered I hadn’t yet. Suga-senpai explained everything. I’m sorry for
yelling earlier. I just didn’t understand.”
            “Suga-senpai… explained…” Hinata said, confused, tilting his head
to one side. His collarbones seemed more delicate now, too, though Kageyama
wondered if that was a trick of the harsh light of the streetlamp directly
above them. “And now you… understand? Understand what, exactly?”
            “That just because I didn’t know what mitochondria were, it doesn’t
mean they aren’t real.”
            “Biology?!”
            “Just because I didn’t know what the Cursed Springs were, doesn’t
mean that your curse isn’t real. And turning into a girl sometimes is just
something normal, for you.”
            Hinata looked up at him with wide eyes and a face that was slowly
clearing of the shadows he’d put there earlier. It was like the sun coming out
from behind the clouds. Kageyama felt his stomach flip, and wondered if it was
from hunger. “So… you’re not mad anymore?”
            Kageyama shook his head, then added grudgingly, “No, and it was my
bad from the beginning, anyway.”
            “Hahaha!” Hinata laughed. “Well you are an idiot, so it’s not
surprising you just didn’t get it.”
            Kageyama scowled. “Why you—“
            “But I’m glad,” Hinata said, his eyes shining and his cheeks
reddening. “I’m so glad, Kageyama! That means you’re still going to toss to me,
right? We’re still going to play awesome volleyball together, right?”
            Kageyama’s throat felt tight, so all he could do was nod.
            “Woohoo!” Hinata cheered, and jumped.
            And with that jump, Kageyama learned three things: one, that Hinata
could actually jump higher as a girl than a boy; two, that he was wearing short
jean-shorts under his dress; and three, that his breasts bounced perfectly.
            “Ah,” Hinata said, “you still don’t need to see me home. You’re off
the hook.” He gave Kageyama a thumbs up that totally pissed him off.
            “I said I would see you home and I will,” Kageyama growled.
            “Pfft. How do you think you’re gonna keep up with me on my bike,
idiot? Even you can’t run that fast.”
            Kageyama grabbed the handlebars from him, determined to shut the
little shit up. “Obviously I’m the one who’s going to bike us there. You’re
riding behind me.” He quickly adjusted the seat height and got on. “Well? What
are you waiting for? Get on, dumbass.”
            Hinata was staring at him, a strange look on his face, almost like
the kind that he would occasionally get, the one that made stupid people stop
underestimating him. There was a slight curve on his lips in this version of it
though, and his expression was softer, gentler, and kinder, though no less
intense. Rather than making him look surprisingly terrifying, it made him look…
compellingly lovely. “You’re actually a good guy, you know that, Kageyama?”
            Kageyama’s breath stalled in his lungs.
            Is this still normal?
***** Necessary Risks (Part 1) *****
Chapter Notes
     From this point onwards this story will have explicit content.
 
 
            Kageyama knew that, as an athlete, the second most important thing
he was supposed to do was take care of himself. (The first and absolute most
important thing was, of course, strive to be the best while crushing the
competition.) He had to nurture and protect his body and his mind, so that he
can always be at peak condition for volleyball. And this meant one thing: he
cannot take unnecessary risks.
            A bad fall. An accident. A careless mistake.
            One unlucky moment was all it took to end an athletic career. It
happened all the time.
            Gorou Shinji was the second best volleyball player in his
elementary school. He broke his right leg in two places when he fell down the
jungle gym and walked with a slight limp ever since.
            Takeda Kenjiro was his classmate in Kitagawa Daiichi; 170 cm at age
13. Slipped on the school stairs and injured his back. He still played after
his accident, but Kageyama noticed that he never jumped as high, or ran as
fast, as he did before.
            Miyamura Satoru was a brilliant setter two years above Oikawa who
Kageyama had also idolized before. People were saying he was a shoe in for the
Youth World. Instead he got a girl pregnant at 16 years old and dropped out of
school.
            Kageyama didn’t believe in limits on the volleyball court. Off the
court, however, it was another thing entirely. (For all of his and Hinata’s
off-court shenanigans, Kageyama never let them do anything that could
potentially seriously jeopardize their volleyball play.)
            Which was why, when they got to the top of the mountain road on the
way to Hinata’s house, he stopped. From this point on the road sloped down in a
steep angle, and curved sharply in a couple of places.
            “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” Hinata asked, leaning a bit to the
side to look at his face. His hands, which had securely held on to Kageyama’s
waist up until now, and which were smaller by about 1 cm all around than when
he was a boy, dropped away.
            “It’s dangerous for both of us to ride one bike going down this
hill, especially at night. We’re going to walk.”
            “Ah, you’re right,” Hinata agreed. Hinata also knew what was
required of him as an athlete. They got off the bike and started walking.
“Y’know, I can just take it from here… all right, geez, stop glaring at me
already. Oh, we can race! But wait, you’ve been biking this whole time, so it
won’t be fair when I win.”
            “When you win?”
            “Of course!”
            “Keep dreaming, dumbass. You weigh about 5 kg less like this than
you usually do, and even then I can haul your ass up a mountain and still beat
you in a race.”
            “Oh yeah?!” He stopped and started stretching quickly, his thighs
and calves flexing as he touched his toes. Then he grabbed the handlebars of
his bike. “I’ll bring the bike; that’s my handicap. So it’s fair.”
            Kageyama scowled. “I don’t need a handicap from you.”
            “We’ll see.” Hinata smiled slyly, and Kageyama felt a small bubble
of unease. He scowled harder.
            They stared at each other for a silent moment, then, without
anything needing to be said, started sprinting at exactly the same time down
the road, their battlecries trailing in their wake.
           
                                      ^_^
                                        
            “I—“ Hinata said around panting breaths “—win.” He was on his hands
and knees beside Kageyama, with his bike flat on the pavement, wheels spinning
lazily.
            Kageyama lay on the ground and stared at the half moon, waiting
until his heart rate settled into something more manageable. “You’re exactly
the same height… but your legs are longer, proportionally, aren’t they?”
            “Hehehe, yep.” Hinata got up. “Come on, I’m starving.”
            Kageyama picked up the bike and got on.
            “My house is across that bridge over there,” Hinata said as he
climbed on to the back and put his hands on the sides of Kageyama’s waist.
            As he started to pedal, Kageyama wondered how well Hinata would
play volleyball with longer legs and smaller arms and hands. The power of his
spike would be reduced but with the additional height he’ll be able to hit
tosses at a sharper, higher angle…
           
                                      ^_^
                                        
            “I’m home!” Hinata called out as he let himself and Kageyama into
his house.
            So this is Hinata’s house, Kageyama thought.
            “Welcome home, Shouyou.” A woman with short dark hair said as she
approached them from around the corner. “Oh, what a cute babydoll dress! It
suits you so well. And who’s this?”
            Hinata’s mother! Kageyama snapped a bow, feeling strangely nervous.
“Pardon my intrusion!”
            “Mom, this is Kageyama. He brought me home.”
            “Kageyama Tobio. Nice to meet you, ma’am.”
            “Kageyama… Ah, that ‘setter’ Shouyou always talks about?” Hinata’s
mom asked, looking at Kageyama with a kind, curious expression.
            Always?
            Hinata answered, “Yup, Coach Ukai’s mom insisted.”
            “Oh I see, well, it’s a good thing she also insisted you call and
tell me about what happened or else I’d be worried by now, it’s so late and it
rained earlier, too!” She smiled at Kageyama. “Thank you for seeing Shouyou
home, Tobio-kun. Have you told your parents where you are?”
            “Ah, no… my dad’s on a work trip and my mom’s visiting her aunt in
Kyoto.”
            “Oh, I see! Well, obviously you will eat here then, and perhaps
even sleep over? I can’t have you crossing the mountain at this time of night!
You can sleep in Shouyou’s room.”
            Hinata startled. “Mom--!”
            “Come on in you two. My, you are certainly a tall one, Tobio-kun,”
she said, ignoring her floundering son completely and herding them to the
dining room, where there were plates and bowls of food covered by plastic wrap.
“There’s lots to eat. I have to go to bed now because I have to take Nacchan to
her piano lesson early tomorrow. Shouyou, show Tobio-kun where the bath is
after you have dinner, okay? Oh, but try to keep quiet; your sister’s already
asleep.”
            The food was an effective distraction and by the time either of
them looked up from their rice bowls all the dishes before them were decimated
by their hunger, Hinata’s mom was long gone… and it looked like Kageyama really
was sleeping over.
            “You okay with this?” Hinata asked, a wrinkle in his forehead. “I
know my mom can be pushy… so you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
            “I’m fine with it. Tomorrow’s Saturday so we don’t have morning
practice anyway,” Kageyama answered. “Your mom’s nice.”
            Hinata grinned happily. “Yeah she is.” He got up. “I’ll show you
where the bath is.”
           
                                      ^_^
                                        
            Kageyama stared at his erection and scowled. He’d never had much of
a libido, which he considered a very good thing; it was one less distraction
from volleyball. But just because his mind wasn’t interested in sex, didn’t
mean that his body also wasn’t. It was only natural. He was still a 15 year old
male, after all.
            To him masturbation was a necessary evil. Something to ‘clear the
pipes,’ so to speak. Kageyama learned from experience that if he ignored his
body’s needs for too long it would start to affect his concentration during
practice, so he made sure to jerk off exactly 3 times a week in the shower
before getting in the bath.
            But he had just jerked off yesterday, so he couldn’t understand why
this damn erection wasn’t going away.
            Nevertheless, since it wasn’t going away, he definitely had to do
something about it, even though he felt weird doing it in Hinata’s bath. He
glanced at the closed sliding door… this was risky but it had to be done and he
was pretty sure Hinata wasn’t just going to randomly burst in… still though, he
should make this quick.
            He leaned back against the warm tile and gripped his shaft, moving
his hand exactly the way he knew would most efficiently get him off. He cleared
his mind of everything—even volleyball—and just focused on the physical
sensations shooting up from his dick.
            He didn’t think about anything when he masturbated. No female
classmate or gravure idol ever held his attention long enough for him to
remember them.
            He sped up his strokes. He had to get this over with quickly just
in case Hinata—
            “Fuck!” he grunted as the strongest orgasm he’d ever experienced
ripped through his body out of nowhere. He opened his eyes to see white spots
dancing in his vision. His thigh muscles were twitching uncontrollably from
aftershocks and he was panting like he’d run down a mountain again.
            “What the fuck was that?”
            Ugh, he shot come everywhere.
 
***** Necessary Risks (Part 2) *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Kageyama, wearing some old clothes of Hinata’s dad, quietly made his way up the
stairs and to the open door of Hinata’s room. He was rubbing his head with a
towel as we went in. “Oi, it’s your turn for the bath.” He stared. “What are
you doing?”
            Hinata jumped up and looked at him guiltily. “Nothing.”
            “You were looking at yourself in that dress in front of your
mirror, I saw you!”
            “Ssshh! Be quiet!” Hinata hissed. “Well why did you ask if you
already know?”
            Kageyama closed the door behind him. “Because it was so stupid I
had to.”
            “Shut up,” Hinata said, red-faced and flustered. “I just haven’t
worn a cute dress like this in forever, okay?”
            Kageyama slung the towel around his neck. Hinata’s room was warm
but not hot or stuffy, the window open to let in what night breeze there was;
it was neat and tidy, which was a surprise, and there was already a futon
rolled out on the floor for him. “Why not?”
            “Geh! Are you really showing actual normal human concern? Creepy!”
            Kageyama threw his towel directly at Hinata’s face. “Shut up,
dumbass. If you don’t like it then I’m gonna go to sleep. Goodnight.” He lay
down on the futon and closed his eyes. He heard Hinata leave to take his bath.
            He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.
            Kageyama was just about to nod off for real when he heard the door
softly open then close. Footsteps padded to the bed and he heard Hinata climb
on.
            A few minutes later Hinata’s voice—his girlvoice—whispered: “I used
to spend a lot of time as a girl when I was younger. In elementary school I’d
split my time… I was a girl when I wanted to play with the girls, and a boy
when I wanted to play with the boys. It was fun. It was a lot of fun and nobody
cared that I wore cute dresses sometimes. Well, it was a small school and they
were my classmates when I got cursed, so I guess everyone tried very hard to
make sure I felt accepted.”
            Kageyama stared at the shadows thrown by the faint moonlight that
filtered in through the window.
            “Then just before middle school my family moved here. And all of a
sudden being a girl sometimes, and wearing cute dresses, wasn’t fun anymore. It
was ‘weird’ and ‘gross’ and I was a ‘pervert.’ In three years I only made two
friends. And all the seniors made sure that nobody wanted to join the
volleyball club while I was in it.”
            When he tossed the ball, there was no one there. A chasm had split
open the court between him and his team.
            Kageyama didn’t remember standing up, but suddenly he was staring
down at Hinata, who was sitting crosslegged on the bed and wearing a loose t-
shirt and shorts, staring up at him with wide, luminous eyes. Kageyama didn’t
regret the thousands of hours he spent dedicated to volleyball, but right now
he kind of wished he had carved out a bit of time to talk to girls, just so
that now he would know what to say to get this one girl to stop looking at him
with those big, sad eyes.
            Then he remembered that this wasn’t a girl at all. This wasHinata.
            “Rejection,” he said, “really hurts.”
            He had never felt more powerless.
           “I can’t do anything about the past. But this is now. And I can tell
you that you’ll never have to go through anything like that again. As long as
I’m here, we’ll always play volleyball together.”
            Hinata stared at him, and slowly Kageyama saw an expression of
understanding dawn on his face. “Kageyama…”
            Kageyama scowled, uncomfortable. “Now go to sleep, dumbass—“
            Hinata flew to him, and only Kageyama’s reflexes, honed from years
of playing competitive volleyball, saved both of them from falling. He caught
Hinata against his body and managed to keep balance though he stumbled back.
“Oi! What the hell—“
            “Thank you,” Hinata said, right into his ear, arms tight around his
neck.
            Kageyama felt a mess of emotions rise up inside him. He couldn’t
decide how to react so he just stiffly held on to Hinata while becoming
painfully aware of the completely alien sensation of soft, full breasts pressed
against his chest.
            “Haha, your expression is really funny right now.”
            “Shut up!“ Kageyama snapped, irrationally pissed off for some
reason he couldn’t name.
            Hinata slapped one small hand over his mouth. “Sshhh!”
            Kageyama glowered at him. He could smell the soap Hinata used and
he didn’t know what the fuck to do with that information, damn it. “I want to
kick your ass.” The words came out muffled through Hinata’s hand.
            “What?” Hinata asked, removing it. There was a strangely charged
atmosphere around him, one that Kageyama occasionally noticed on the court…
usually just before the little idiot did something impossible or reckless or
both.
            “I said,” Kageyama growled, “I want to—“
            It was just like their freak quick.
            Hinata closed his eyes, rose up—and Kageyama made sure that he
wasn’t alone at the top.
            Hinata’s kiss was exactly and precisely him: enthusiastic,
determined, irrepressible, and completely unguarded.
            Suddenly all that dangerous energy that Kageyama had been feeling
build up all night, the restless tension that he didn’t understand—that he
still didn’t really understand—finally, finally had an outlet. It was like
there was this damn itch under his skin. It made him feel as if he was in the
middle of a match going wrong and he was losing.
            He had to win. He had to win. He had to push it, to keep going
faster, harder, more, more, more, he needed more—
            Hinata’s soft, sharp cry was like a bucket of ice water.
            There was warm, soft skin under his open mouth—Hinata’s neck. That
was Hinata’s thigh he was gripping, Hinata’s breast that was filling his palm,
Hinata’s tight nipple that he had against his thumb. This was Hinata who he was
crowding up against the wall and these were Hinata’s bedsheets under his knees.
            Kageyama’s blood was pounding in his veins and he was so hard it
hurt, but now it was dread that had taken over his mind.
            Shit shit shit fuck.
            He’d done it again.
            He’d gone at his own pace, racing ahead, heedless of his
surroundings; selfish and focused only on himself. He could see in his mind’s
eye the chasm that would surely open up between him and—
            “Kageyama,” Hinata panted in his ear, “You idiot. Why’d you stop?”
            He drew back, startled, and saw that Hinata’s face was flushed and
his lips red and swollen from kisses. He became aware of small hands pushed up
under his shirt and of nails scoring the muscles on his back… of strong thighs
wrapped around his waist, squeezing hard.
            That’s right. This was Hinata.
            For a long moment Hinata looked intently at his face, then said:
“Your hand is on my boob, you know.”
            Kageyama twitched, embarrassed and annoyed.
            “Your hand is on my boob,” Hinata repeated, voice low and intent,
“so you better not chicken out!”
            Dammit, it really pissed him off that Hinata was more in control
than he was.
            “I’m not gonna lose to you,” Kageyama growled.
            Hinata grinned. “Bring it!”
            Kageyama bared his teeth then leaned back and took off his shirt.
Hinata’s eyes were focused on him, challenging him. In the past Kageyama
reacted by going all out to beat him—whether it was in a race, or eating, or
getting a better grade (not necessarily a good grade, just better than
Hinata’s), or anything else. Now, here in the warm darkness inside Hinata’s
bedroom, all he wanted to do was to make Hinata feel more desperate than him.
He put his hands back on Hinata’s skin, reaching under his shirt to feel the
muscles on his stomach jump. “Why the hell aren’t you nervous?” he grumbled.
“You freak out over the stupidest things, but not this?”
            “Mmm,” Hinata hummed, frowning in thought. “I think maybe… it’s
because of biology?”
            Kageyama dipped in to nip at his pouting bottom lip. “Biology?” he
asked, flexing his hands around the smallest part of Hinata’s waist. His
fingers could almost touch each other, and just the thought of that lit up
Kageyama’s mind as bright as when he successfully sets up the perfect spike.
            “Or maybe--” Hinata said, breath hiccupping as he grasped at
Kageyama’s shoulders. “Or maybe it’s the curse? I dunno, I feel different when
I’m a girl.”
            Kageyama blinked at him, face blank… then pointedly moved both his
hands to cup Hinata’s breasts.
            “Eep!” Hinata squeaked, shivering. “I mean more than the obvious,
idiot! I-I mean,” he continued haltingly as Kageyama felt up his breasts,
thumbing the peaked nipples curiously, “I feel like I—ah!—I’m more, I dunno…
more…” then Hinata seemed to lose track of his words.
            Kageyama froze as Hinata darted up, kissed him hard, then scooted
sideways and back, meeting his eyes as he took off his shirt and lay down.
Kageyama’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest… looking
at Hinata’s bared breasts, full and round, his small waist and the firm, flat
muscles of his stomach, and the incredible flare of his hips just above the
elastic of his shorts. And in Hinata’s face Kageyama saw a challenge, a dare,
an invitation, and desire…
            Kageyama needed to fuck his brains out.
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