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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Nishinoya_Yuu, Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio, Kageyama
      Tobio/Tsukishima_Kei, Azumane_Asahi/Nishinoya_Yuu, Ennoshita_Chikara/
      Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Kageyama_Tobio/Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Character:
      Nishinoya_Yuu, Hinata_Shouyou, Kageyama_Tobio, Azumane_Asahi, Sugawara
      Koushi, Sawamura_Daichi, Tsukishima_Kei, Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya
      Yuu's_Mother, Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Ennoshita_Chikara
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      the_whole_Karasuno_gang_tbh, I_wrote_this_at_3_AM_on_my_phone, a_couple
      weeks_back, Self-Indulgent, self_indulgent_trash_tbh, smh_at_myself,
      Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Smut, honestly_there's_only_smut_for_about_.4
      seconds, don't_think_this_is_gonna_be_kinky, bc_it_definitely_is_the
      fluffiest_shit_ever, Slow_Build, Fluffy_Ending, Happy_Ending, Angst_with
      a_Happy_Ending, Fluff_and_Angst, Friends_to_Lovers, Friendship/Love,
      Angst, mentions_of_anal_sex, Kinda, enjoy_my_suffering_bc_this_and
      oihina???, destroying_my_fucking_life, Noyahina, Hinanoya_-_Freeform,
      NishiHina_-_Freeform, most_of_the_tagged_relationships_are_in_the_bg,
      only_noyahina_is_focused_on
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      Published: 2016-09-02 Words: 5337
****** Yellow Tulips ******
by ashleeforreal
Summary
     He'd had a feeling that Kageyama was hiding something from him, and
     while it made him feel shitty that the other couldn't share
     everything with him, he had always brushed it off as the other just
     being plain awkward and bad with people, and he would tell Hinata
     what was going on when the time came. Apparently it was bigger than
     just some small secret.
     “I never thought he was right for you anyway.” he mumbled, not quite
     ready to talk any louder lest he somehow damage the quiet night
     around them. Hinata was silent for a few minutes, before he looked at
     his older friend and gave a wobbly smile that didn't belong on his
     face.
     “Really?” he asked, although it was clear from the tone of his voice
     he was about to finally break down. Nishinoya tilted his head back to
     stare at the sky, giving Hinata the comfort that he was pretending to
     not see his tears or hear his awkward sniffling.
     AKA the one where Noya and Sho go through emotional troubles together
     and end up sorta kinda married. Enjoy my pain.
Notes
     I have no excuse for this but Noyahina and Oihina are eating me alive
     and we need more of it so this is my small offering, dedicated to a
     special llama that finally convinced me to post this bc I'm a lazy
     piece of shit. Thank you for the support Mira, may we continue to
     fantasize about Kuroo stepping on our faces together for the rest of
     our lives <3
"Oh."

That was the only sound he could really get to leave his mouth, unable to
formulate proper emotions in his shock. The closest feeling Hinata could grasp
was disbelief, maybe. Everything was going a little slow for him right now.

There was his boyfriend, Kageyama, on top of another guy. On top of Tsukishima,
the one Kageyama had always swore was his  enemy .

Their heads had snapped up at the sound he had made from the club room door,
having left it open because of the summer heat and the departure of the other
teammates. And Hinata felt it, the sweat trickling down the back of his neck
and slipping below his collar at a horribly slow pace - the same speed at which
his senses and logic and emotions were returning to him.

The first thing he felt was confusion at seeing his boyfriend of five months
straddling someone else, because that was a position you usually only shared
both with someone you loved and while you were alone, right? Plus, Kageyama's
pants weren't all the way up, and Tsukishima had his hand down the front.
Kageyama was also flushed, something that only ever happened when he was
yelling or when he and Hinata were making love. Or, as Hinata now realized, was
probably just them having sex. You didn’t make love to someone and then get a
handjob from your rude teammate.

The second was realization. If there was both a hand down his pants and a flush
on his cheeks with another person present, Kageyama wasn't exactly staying
faithful. Tsukishima was looking at him with a bored expression, while Kageyama
was cycling through horror, sadness, and being scared at being caught by his
boyfriend. He also had his arms wrapped around the taller boy's neck,
signifying this wasn't even hate sex, this was something consensual and sought
out.

The third was just sadness. He'd had a feeling that Kageyama was hiding
something from him, and while it made him feel shitty that the other couldn't
share everything with him, he had always brushed it off as the other just being
plain awkward and bad with people, and he would tell Hinata what was going on
when the time came. Apparently it was bigger than just some small secret. And
never had so many thoughts flooded the little red-haired spiker at once; the
thoughts of inadequacy and guilt at not being enough for his partner taking the
place of what should have been anger.

When the rest of the team suggested they go down to the Foothill Store and get
pork buns, courtesy of the third years, he had jumped at the opportunity.
Kageyama had been especially slow at changing, and after he complained for a
minute, the setter told him to go ahead and he would meet him when he was done.
The spiker hadn't paid any thought to the other boy also still undressing.

Hinata had ran out the door, and caught up to the others to chatter excitedly
with Nishinoya and Tanaka about volleyball and nothing else in particular. As
they approached the bottom of the hill, however, Suga had begun panicking from
his position at the front of the group and admitted he had forgotten his bag in
the club room, along with the wallet inside. Hinata had smiled brightly, and
offered to go get it for him, always trying to be the good kouhai and help out
his kindest teammate (and see what was taking his boyfriend so long). The vice
captain had smiled gratefully and thanked him, saying he got an extra meat bun
just for his help.

And as he had rounded the doorframe, this was not what he had expected to see.
He wasn't sure what to say, not really, and stared at the two, who had also yet
to say anything. Finally his eyes glanced away and towards Suga's locker across
the room, seeing the messenger bag leaning against it on the floor. He
swallowed heavily, deciding to keep his silence and debating whether he should
get the bag or just run out before he started crying. Hinata’s eyes wandered
back to the other two, not able to pull his gaze away as everything settled in
his mind.

The sound that finally broke the silence was the sound of jogging footsteps
approaching slowly, not realizing that Hinata was still just standing in the
doorway of the club room without walking in. As Nishinoya reached the top of
the stairs and approached Hinata, he began talking to his friend in an excited
manner.

 "Hey, I decided to come with you, because what kind of senpai lets their
kouhai wander around in the dark by themselves, right?” Nishinoya followed this
with a short chuckle, finally close enough to put a hand on Hinata’s shoulder.
As he turned to look into the club room, he began speaking again. “So, do you
see Suga's-”
 
He cut himself off, taking in the situation for himself, before a hand suddenly
wrapped around Shoyo’s shoulders and covered his eyes so he could no longer see
the scene burning into his eyes in front of him. Where Hinata couldn't really
gather all his emotions, Noya had no problem and came to rest in anger within a
few seconds.
 
“How could you?” Nishinoya spat, not even yelling as his anger seeped into
every word. Kageyama flinched, Tsukishima looked the other way as his hands
dropped from the setter’s body. “You two should be fucking ashamed. Hinata,”
Nishinoya directed to the red head, “wait for me downstairs, I'll be there in a
minute.”
 
Hinata was still unsure of everything, but he knew that he could trust
Nishinoya, and pulled away the guarding hand and turned to leave, not looking
back inside the room. He paused briefly as he heard Kageyama call out a brief
“Hinata,” but then continued on as if not hearing the raven boy.
 
Nishinoya picked up Suga's bag and speed walked back to the door, turning only
to give one last comment to the two as they began standing and getting fully
dressed. “Of all the people you could have done it to, you did it to him.
Kageyama, I hope you realize exactly what you've done.”
 
Kageyama stilled at the venom in the shorter boy's words, putting a hand over
one side of his face before turning his face in shame as Nishinoya left.
 
***
 
Upon meeting up with the other boys, the two shortest members of the team were
silent. Hinata never even looked up from the ground, his eyes finally starting
to cloud over as he picked his bike back up from where he'd dropped it in his
haste to go back and see what was keeping Kageyama. Nishinoya walked up to the
third years and handed the bag to Suga, who immediately looked up to thank
Hinata but paused at seeing the usually sunny boy beginning a slow walk away
from the rest of the team in the direction of the mountain.
 
“What's wrong with Hinata?” Suga asked, worrying his bottom lip between his
teeth. Daichi and Asahi echoed the question with inquisitive noises, all
staring as Hinata trudged off into the dark.
 
Nishinoya contemplated for a moment before deciding it wasn't his business to
tell. “I can't tell you that, but I get the feeling everyone will figure it out
pretty soon. I'm going to walk him home, so don't worry about buying us
anything.” the libero sighed, a hint of fury still coating his tone in
exasperation.
 
Daichi, sensing that it was a very sensitive topic, and adding in the fact that
Kageyama was nowhere to be seen and Nishinoya seemed to be boiling with anger,
nodded in understanding and butted in before Suga could pepper Nishinoya with
more questions. “Be safe, and text me when you both get home. Call if you need
us.”
 
Nishinoya gave them the best smile he could under the circumstances and turned
to catch up to Hinata. The three stood outside the store for another minute or
two, watching the figures walking side by side until they disappeared before
going inside to buy food for the rest of their underclassmen.
 
***
 
Upon being only a little over a mile from the spiker’s house, the older of the
pair finally broke the solemn quiet they had endured the entire walk. He bumped
shoulders with his friend, putting on the best reassuring smile he could even
with his pain for his friend bubbling under the surface.
 
“I never thought he was right for you anyway.” he mumbled, not quite ready to
talk any louder lest he somehow damage the quiet night around them. Hinata was
silent for a few minutes, before he looked at his older friend and gave a
wobbly smile that didn't belong on his face.
 
“Really?” he asked, although it was clear from the tone of his voice he was
about to finally break down. Nishinoya tilted his head back to stare at the
sky, giving Hinata the comfort that he was pretending to not see his tears or
hear his awkward sniffling.
 
“Yeah. You guys always seemed to be fighting, and when you weren't, you were
making out. I never thought it was healthy, you know?” he admitted, knowing
these had been his honest thoughts about his beloved kouhai’s relationship
since it began. He let all his thoughts out in some poor attempt at comforting
Hinata, not sure if it was working or not until a hand brushed his tentatively
and he heard a barely audible admission of gratitude.
 
Nishinoya smiled at nothing, glad he was of some use as he saw Hinata’s home at
the end of the street. There didn't seem to be anyone home, and despite it
being night, it was still too early for anyone to be in bed.
 
“Are you home alone tonight?” he asked cautiously, not sure if it was really
any of his business. Sure, he was Hinata’s friend, but they'd never been
especially close, and this was the first time he'd been to Shoyo’s house.
 
Hinata thought for a moment, before his expression seemed to get more sullen
than it had been. He'd really been counting on talking to his mom about all
this. “Yeah, I forgot mom and Natsu are visiting my grandma this weekend. It's
fine though, I've stayed home alone plenty before.”
 
The libero contemplated this before making a decision in his head while Hinata
leaned his bike against the porch railing and dug around in his bag for the
key.
 
“That's not really what I was worried about,” he confessed,  already pulling
out his phone to text the captain. “I'm sure you can take care of yourself.
Excuse me for inviting myself, Shoyo, but I can't leave you alone when you're
like this.”
 
Hinata opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it as he ascended the
stairs, realizing he would rather not be alone while he was in this state,
either, no matter who it was offering to stay with him.
 
***
 
After that night the two had gotten even more close, even if all that had
really happened was Nishinoya rubbing the red head's back while he sobbed and
offered generous insults about the now ex-boyfriend. Hinata found a new best
friend in his libero, accompanied by Tanaka. While they all became close, it
was most noticeable that there was an extremely strong bond between the two
shortest team members that no one was sure exactly how had formed.
 
Kageyama had finally got a proper apology in a week after the incident. Hinata
had grudgingly forgiven him, and while they returned to how they had been on
the court, outside the gym their relationship was basically nothing. Hinata now
ate lunch with Yachi every day, and Kageyama ended up landing with Tsukishima
and Yamaguchi somehow. (The most surprising fact was that months after that,
Kageyama would date Yamaguchi instead of Tsukishima.)
 
Hinata was happy with how everything was going for him, as spending time with
Yachi helped his grades increase enough that he could actually consider college
seriously, and he spent most weekends at Nishinoya or Tanaka’s house.
Sometimes, they would all go to Hinata’s home, but it was more likely that only
Nishinoya would pop in for dinner, charming his mother immediately after the
first meeting. (He also got bonus points for taking care of Hinata the one time
she wasn't there, and the woman was grateful to Nishinoya for that.)
 
Near the end of that year, on the libero’s birthday, Asahi and Nishinoya
finally started dating, and while his time with Hinata was less frequent,
Hinata and Tanaka were cheering him on for finally getting the guy he'd been
after for over a year.
 
***
 
Tanaka and Hinata had been discussing a question for a long time, almost since
Nishinoya had began dating Asahi. What happened when Asahi had to leave for
college? He was going to school in Tokyo, so would they try to do long
distance? Would Nishinoya go to the city every weekend to visit Asahi, or would
the gentle giant come back to see Noya in Miyagi?
 
In February, before Nishinoya’s third year and Hinata’s second year began, the
answer was given. Hinata had decided to surprise his best friend with hot
chocolate, since the snow was still falling heavily and the promise of spring
seemed farther than ever. He'd rang the doorbell twice before realizing
something was wrong. As he instead opted for knocking on the door, he called
out a curious (and worried), “Nishinoya-senpai?”
 
The door had finally opened a few moments later, revealing an
uncharacteristically subdued Noya. Hinata decided not to question it, pushing
past the boy that had basically grown to eye level with him now to put the warm
cups on the small table in the middle of his apartment. He knew the libero’s
parents worked late, and watched as Nishinoya closed the door with a heavy
breath.
 
“I brought some hot chocolate, since it's still so cold.” he said uselessly,
gesturing to the cups. Nishinoya thanked him, sitting down next to the low
table to grab a cup and take a sip. Hinata sat next to him, closer than he
usually would, and took his jacket off to lay it in the floor behind him. He
knew trying to get Nishinoya to tell him what was wrong would never work, would
only delay the information, so he instead picked up his own cup and gently
touched his upperclassman’s knee before deciding to wait it out.
 
When Nishinoya finished draining the last of the warm drink, he picked at the
clasp on top of the lid for a few minutes in silence before it finally came
out.
 
“Asahi doesn't want to do long distance.” he whispered, setting the cup down on
the table. He looked at Hinata. “We broke up this morning.”
 
Hinata set down his half-finished drink and gave Nishinoya an apologetic smile,
putting a hand on his friend's back and moving it side to side between his
shoulder blades. He knew this had to hurt, as he had only had the guy of his
dreams for about four months before it ended. Nishinoya stared at him blankly
for a moment, before scooting so he was pressed to the other's side and laid
his head on the red head's shoulder.
 
Hinata paused only for a moment, before his gentle back rub returned and he
nudged for Nishinoya to lean his weight on him so he could take over complete
support.
 
“He's an idiot for not keeping you, Yū.”
 
There was no response, and Hinata didn't pretend to not see Nishinoya’s tears.
Hinata instead used the sleeves of his sweater to wipe them away and let his
friend muffle his sobbing in his shoulder, giving hushed comforts and a chaste
kiss to the forehead. Hinata’s own pain at seeing someone usually so strong
hurt him too, but he was the rock for Nishinoya, and found he was fine with
drying the older boy's tears as long as he wasn't causing them.
 
They stayed like that until they eventually fell asleep in the middle of the
floor, Nishinoya’s mom calling Hinata’s mother and throwing a blanket over the
two with a smile.
 
***
 
Hinata remembered that spring passing in a blur of study sessions with Yachi
and weekends spent with just Nishinoya, and going to Tanaka’s house only on
occasion due to his new relationship with Ennoshita. Hinata found he rather
liked this development, and enjoyed having the older boy's full attention most
of the time. They spent late nights talking about everything and nothing,
whispering about what they wanted to do and what they could do together. During
volleyball practices they always gravitated to each other, and Hinata no longer
had nearly as much trouble with his receives.
 
After spending most of their time together, physical boundaries became a thing
of the past, and Hinata hadn't realized how frequently their hands found each
other or that it wasn't exactly normal that he and Nishinoya hung all over each
other whenever the chance presented itself. Hinata’s salvation came in the form
of the very person who had pushed the two to become so close.
 
“So, are you and Nishinoya dating now?” Kageyama asked casually, taking a drink
from a water bottle. Hinata could see this was purely because he had no idea
what else they should talk about after Ennoshita benched them from the practice
match to try and give the new first years a shot. Hinata nearly spat out his
water, but managed to swallow it in a painful manner before coughing out a
response.
 
“What the hell makes you ask that?”
 
Kageyama shrugged, looking at Hinata as if wondering whether or not he should
hit him on the back to aid him in breathing correctly again. “You guys are just
really close all the time. You touch each other more than we ever did when we
were together, at least in public.”
 
Hinata regarded him curiously, not sure if Kageyama was honestly curious or
trying to mess with his head. He finally realized it didn't serve any purpose
for Kageyama to mess with him, so they must really look like a couple, if even
someone as oblivious as the setter was noticing.
 
“We're not,” Hinata replied, looking back to the court and letting his eyes
instinctively move to the topic of conversation. The libero dove for a ball,
fist connecting with it perfectly as his chest slid across the opposite side of
the net. He wore and exuberant smile, as always after saving the ball. “Do we
really act like it that much?” he asked, breaths finally returning to normal.
 
Kageyama shrugged in a noncommittal way, also watching Nishinoya as he hopped
back on his feet and jogged back to his position. “Maybe it's just because
you're both such physical people, but I was totally convinced you were
together.”
 
Hinata didn't have time to answer before they were sent back onto the court,
and the conversation remained in his mind until he went back to Nishinoya’s
house that weekend.
 
***
 
Hinata thought he could avoid bringing it up, but by now he should have known
himself better. They had been peacefully playing video games, making idle
conversation about which character could best take on Rainbow Road best, when
it burst out.
 
“Kageyama says we act like we're dating,” he blurted, pausing the game to look
at his best friend. He wasn't sure what response he was expecting. He didn't
know what response he wanted.
 
Nishinoya barely hesitated, instead looking back to the screen as if this
wasn't something worth stopping for. “Yeah, we do. Is that bad?” he asked
nonchalantly.
 
Hinata gaped, crawling from his place on the floor to sit facing Nishinoya on
his bed. “What if you end up liking someone and they don't confess because they
think we're together? Wouldn't that upset you?”
 
Nishinoya put his controller down, and started playing with the hem of his
shirt in a way that made Hinata think it was just a way to occupy his hands.
His mild ADD was no mystery to the red head, and he knew actions like that
meant Nishinoya was nervous.
 
“I already like someone else, so it doesn't matter.” Nishinoya stated, looking
away from his fingers to look at Hinata.
 
Hinata got excited at the prospect of this information, forgetting the dilemma
at hand to focus on who the boy in front of him liked. He ignored the part of
him that was jealous of this mystery person.
 
“Who is it? Is it someone I know?” Hinata gushed, leaning in  towards Nishinoya
and trying to peer at him in a way that would coax out the information.
 
Nishinoya stared at him for a minute before throwing his head back and laughing
unexpectedly, tackling Hinata back onto the comforter. Hinata didn't understand
exactly what was funny, but also began laughing because Nishinoya’s laugh was
infectious. When the boy above him calmed down, he positioned his arms so that
they caged Hinata’s face below his own.
 
“It should be obvious, shouldn't it?” he chuckled, leaning closer to Hinata’s
face and letting his breath pass over the other's mouth as he stopped laughing
too.
 
Hinata was wide-eyed, looking everywhere from the little strands of bleached
hair hanging over Nishinoya’s forehead to his lively brown eyes to his barely
parted lips, still hovering so close to his own.
 
“I like you, Hinata.”
 
The breath rushed out of his own lungs, and everything was still for a moment
before Hinata reacted on instinct and reached up both hands, tangling them in
the back of Nishinoya’s hair while the other pushed down on his shoulder,
letting their lips collide together. Nishinoya took this in stride, and let his
body drop to lay flat on Hinata’s, tilting his head for a better angle to kiss
the red headed boy.
 
It was so slow in comparison to their usual energy, but was more a kiss of
relief at finally getting what they'd been looking for all along.
 
***
 
After spending so much time together, they both found it hard to take it slow.
Their first kiss had been the only thing slow about their relationship. They
didn't need to stop for the getting to know each other, they'd been friends for
so long, and neither ranked dates as a high priority unless there was some kind
of occasion.
 
But it was now, as he lay underneath Nishinoya the night before his birthday,
that he recalled the only other time Nishinoya could bring himself to go slow.
It was always in the bedroom, when Hinata was horny and dying for any kind of
physical touch, that the older boy decided to take his sweet time to unravel
him.
 
“Yū,” he groaned, pushing his hips up in a fruitless attempt to get any kind of
pressure against his cock, even as Nishinoya pinned down his wrists with one
hand and held his hip from bucking out of control with the other, “This is
supposed to be  my  birthday sex. You can torture me when yours comes around.”
 
Nishinoya smirked, lips trailing teasingly above his collarbone before he
dropped his knee just low enough so that Hinata’s aching groin could press
against his thigh. The younger teen, now 17, took what he was given and
thrusted with abandon, not even caring that this would look pathetic to other
people. He knew Nishinoya would drag this out for as long as possible, so it
was best to take what he could get, no matter how embarrassing.
 
“So impatient, Shoyo. It'll be so much more rewarding if you let me take care
of you.” Nishinoya teased, grazing his lips over a pert nipple. Hinata shivered
against him, tugging at his wrists to try and touch his boyfriend.
 
“Please, Yū,” he rasped, tone turning desperate, “just make love to me.”
 
Hinata did an internal victory dance at the dark look in his boyfriend's eyes,
knowing he'd played his cards right. Nishinoya brought his lips back up the
naked torso in front of him, nibbling on Hinata’s ear before whispering, “I can
only ‘make love’ to someone who loves me,” he murmured, voice dropping a few
octaves. Hinata’s body twisted in satisfaction at the tone of his boyfriend’s
voice. “Tell me.”
 
“I love you, Nishinoya Yū,” Hinata obeyed immediately. Nishinoya let out a
shiver of his own, releasing Hinata’s hands to let his travel down the pale
skin below him.
 
As his hands hovered around Hinata’s hips, he paused, “Say it again.”
 
And Hinata did. He gasped it, he moaned it, he mumbled it almost incoherently,
letting Nishinoya have his way. It carried on until they were both panting
harshly, each thrust of Nishinoya’s hips pulling Hinata closer to ecstasy,
knowing nothing more than the feeling of the boy inside of him and the words on
his lips. Their bodies worked together, until Hinata could no longer speak
clearly, and then he no longer needed to as Nishinoya talked over his labored
breathing, finally pulling them both to the brink.
 
His slammed himself into Hinata with a few more punishing twists of his hips,
calling out his response as he came inside of the boy below him.
 
“I love you too, Shoyo,” he gasped, pushing through his orgasm to pleasure
Hinata as he stroked his member quickly. “I love you so much, I always will, I
love you forever, I love you more than anyone else, Shoyo, I love you.”
Nishinoya cried, finally hearing and feeling his boyfriend come all over his
hand with a shout.
 
He collapsed on the younger boy, not even bothering to pull out as he peppered
little kisses along the column of Hinata’s neck and shoulder. Hinata softly
carded a hand through his hair, laughing quietly at the way the sweat made it
stick in every direction.
 
When he could finally form words again, he asked, “Did you mean it? Forever?”
 
Nishinoya pushed himself up on wobbly arms to give Hinata a proper kiss, and
spoke his promises into the seam of their lips.
 
***
 
Nishinoya sat down the last box in his new apartment, small with low rent and a
lovely view of a brick wall right outside his window. He smiled sadly as he
looked around, realizing all of his life’s possessions could be fit into about
ten boxes. (Boxes that were larger than him, but that wasn’t the point.)
 
Hinata came in from the hallway, calling out a cheerful goodbye to the little
old lady from across the hall, who had dragged him into conversation after
asking if he was the one moving in. His answer had been a sad, “ No, but maybe
one day! ”
 
As he shut the door behind him, he looked up to find Nishinoya pulling open the
drawers on his dresser, preparing to unpack and arrange everything quickly.
Hinata was only here to help him for tonight, and as much as he wanted to put
it off and spend time with his younger boyfriend, they both knew he would never
get around to finishing if Hinata didn’t force him.
 
“The lady across the hall is nice. I put in a good word for you.” Hinata
beamed, opening a box full of clothes and beginning the quest of trying to put
all of Nishinoya’s shirts in the dresser in a semi-neat fashion.
 
Nishinoya hummed in reply, taking out a few of the shirts and tossing them into
the bottom of the drawer in no semblance of order. Hinata sighed in
exasperation, reaching over to fix them. “I promised your mom that I’d get you
settled in,  and  that I wouldn’t let you make a mess on your first day here.
Don’t make me a liar, Yu.”
 
Nishinoya snickered, standing to pull his sheets and comforter out of another
box. Him putting his clothes away anywhere close to neatly was a lost cause, so
he might as well make the bed.
 
Hinata didn’t complain, and soon he had all of Nishinoya’s clothes stored away
and was starting on a box full of kitchenware. Nishinoya had already made the
bed and put all the cleaning supplies under the sink in his small bathroom,
where they would probably never see the light of day again. He could already
hear his mother scoffing in disgust in his head, but he would pretend he
cleaned to please her.
 
Hinata was far more efficient than he was, as if Nishinoya’s mother herself
were watching from right behind him. It was cute how he tried to stay in her
good graces ever since Nishinoya announced their relationship to the world.
 
Thinking of that gave him a small bit of annoyance that he hadn’t held Hinata’s
full attention since they got off at the train station, and that led to him
wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and pulling him towards the bed.
Screw unpacking, he would probably get around to it right after Hinata left
tomorrow. Maybe.
 
Okay, so, he wouldn’t. But that wasn’t important right now.
 
“Yuuuuuuu,” Hinata whined, pushing at the arms around him, “I promised. I’m
going to be seeing your mom more than you in the next couple months, so I need
her to like me.”
 
Nishinoya frowned briefly, knowing Hinata couldn’t just ignore the elephant in
the room but wishing this once that he had. He brightened up again quickly,
however, knowing he’d still be able to see his cute boyfriend. “Uh, wrong.
We’re Skyping. Every night.”
 
“Yachi already banned me from even looking at my laptop the night before tests.
What then?” Hinata teased, giving up the struggle to escape and resting back
into the former libero’s arms. “Do I call bullshit and tell her I’ll do it
anyway? No, no, she’ll kill me with her textbooks. What will I do, Yu?”
 
Nishinoya nuzzled into Hinata’s neck and fell backwards on the bed, causing it
bounce lightly under their combined weight. Hinata rolled onto his side so they
were facing each other, propping his head up with his right hand and smiling
deviously as he waited for Nishinoya’s answer. He knew what it was already, but
he just loved to hear it.
 
“Tell Yachi she can’t keep you from seeing me every day, it’d just be wrong!”
Nishinoya declared, grabbing Hinata’s left hand and gently running his thumb
over the promise ring that matched the one on his own finger that Hinata had
given him on New Year’s Eve, at a fireworks show that they watched from a
secluded hill. “Maybe if I was just your boyfriend, but since I’m technically
your  fiancè , she can’t keep us apart for that long. I’ll die of loneliness.”
 
Hinata smiled warmly at the word, letting it wash over him once again. He’d
saved up all his birthday and Christmas money to buy the matching rings, and it
was probably the best purchase he’d ever made. They were simple silver bands
with infinity symbols engraved on the front (cheesy, he knew, but he still
meant it), and the words “I love you forever” inscribed inside the ring.
 
Hinata’s smile turned cheeky as he leaned closer, brushing his lips against his
fiancè’s  cheek. “I always forget that the future Hinata Yu is so needy,” he
whispered, planting a quick kiss on Nishinoya’s lips before trying to dash away
and get back to work. Nishinoya would be living here by himself for his entire
first year of college, so everything needed to be set up before he left, both
for Nishinoya’s mother’s peace of mind and Hinata’s own.

But Nishinoya dragged Hinata back down, crawling over him to give him a deeper
kiss that took the younger boy’s breath away and left him flushed and aching
for more. Nishinoya gave him a provocative smirk before saying, “I think you
mean the future Nishinoya Shoyo,” and smothering the indignant protest with
another mind numbing kiss, the boxes long forgotten to Hinata, occupied by his
vexing fiancè.
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