Hinata took a bite of his popsicle. “Ow!” His teeth barely went through, only making two small indents into the icy blue bar.
“I just got them out of the freezer, idiot,” Kageyama spat from behind him. Hinata made sure to dramatize his pain before tilting his head up to meet Kageyama’s blue eyes with his own. He faked a pout.
“You didn’t say that!”
“Where else would I have gotten them?”
“From your pants or something, I don’t know.”
“Then my pants would be all gross. Ew.”
Hinata hmph -ed as Kageyama sat down beside him. Hinata took another bite, and cringed again.
“What did you think would happen?”
“...Shut up, Bakayama.”
Hinata licked the popsicle this time, and when he came out unharmed, he popped the end of the popsicle into his mouth and then out again.
“How do you know if you like someone?”
“Like…” Kageyama hesitated. He coughed. “Like romantically?”
“Yeah. All that love stuff.”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Answer the questionnnnn.”
“Ugh, fine. Like, I don’t know. Like... if you like them then you want to be with them, I guess. Or maybe you just like being around them because it makes you feel good.”
“...So like volleyball.”
“Yeah. Wait. I don’t know! This is a stupid question.”
“Have you ever liked someone, Kageyama?”
“Huh?! Idiot, I don’t know!”
“What? You just explained it too…”
“Wh-why don’t you explain it then?”
“Hm…” Hinata looked like he was very deep in thought. (So deep in thought, in fact, that he didn’t seem to notice the fact that most of his popsicle had melted and was now smothering his hand.) “I’m not super sure either. But if it’d have to guess, I think that liking someone is like WOOSH and then when you’re with them it’s like BANG but it gets all FWAH-POW and-”
“That doesn’t make any sense, dumbass!”
“Hey! I’m trying! This is hard.”
“Told you. Also, your popsicle is all over your hand.”
“Gah! One sec, gonna wash this off.”
“Hey, Kageyama.” They were laying down on the grass now, Hinata’s hands free of melted dessert.
“I think I like you. The volleyball-like.”
“Well, you said you think , right? So does that even really mean anything?”
“I don’t really know actually. But I think if I like you, I must really like you.”
Kageyama blamed the flush rising in his face on the heat of the sun and only the heat. “What makes you think that?”
“Because sometimes when you toss for me I feel like FWAH-POW instead of BWAH and it-”
“In Japanese, dumbass Hinata.”
“Okay, okay! It’s like… I feel good when we play together. Or against each other. And the feeling I get from being with you is what flying is like. Or at least what I think it would be like. Because I can’t fly, you know? But you make me feel like I can. Or playing with you, I mean. But also just kind of being with you too. So just all the time.”
“That… actually made sense. Kind of. In a way.”
“Yeah! See, I can be super smart sometimes.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Kageyama-kuuun, I just said I might like you! You can’t be mean.”
“Well, I… might like you too, so I get a free pass to be as mean as I want.”
“That’s not how- wait, really?”
“Don’t make me say it again!”
“You think I know?!”
“Okay, so let’s say that if I liked you… would you like me?”
“I don’t know. Do you like me?”
“Maybe. Maybe only if you like me too.”
“Then maybe I also like you.”
There was a silence between them for exactly two seconds.
Hinata blinked. “Kageyama, this is confusing. I’m confused. Do you-”
“Yeah. I lied. Sorry.”
“Oh.” Hinata’s voice became uneasy.
“No, I mean, I know I like you. A lot. The volleyball kind. That’s what I lied about.”
“ Oh .” Hinata’s voice cracked this time.
“So I really hope that you find out you like me. Because that would make me really happy.”