[Kageyama begrudgingly gave a small huff of a laugh. A jerk with feelings? Yeah, that sounded about right. And what made him think he'd be mocked? Everything. There wasn't anything about his interactions with Oikawa that had lead him to believe otherwise. It was a wonder he'd harboured feelings for him at all.
Maybe he really was a masochist?
He'd almost, almost looked up then with a bare shadow of a smile, when Oikawa delivered his killing blow.
Again? Kiss him again? How?! The first time had been... bad. Okay yes, it had been bad. He hadn't known what he was doing and he'd been angry. He'd acted on impulse and his teeth still ached from just how awful it had been. So... how was he supposed to kiss in a more serious way? Oikawa had been gentle. Could he do the same?
He swallowed and lifted his eyes to Oikawa's, a look of resignation falling across his face. Maybe not as romantic as he should be, but really, what could be expected of Kageyama? He thought about what he should do with his hands. Oikawa had taken him by the chin but Kageyama, freeing one of his hands, reached up, there was a slight tremble to his fingers as they touched Oikawa's cheek. He was acutely aware of everything he was doing. Mindful that at any second the rug could be pulled out from under his feet.
Resignation shifted to uncertainty. There was no confidence here. Kageyama could only hope he was doing the right thing.
So he moved his had further up, fingers slipping into soft, thick locks to cup the back of Oikawa's head and pulled him down to him. He lifted his own head to meet him.
... And almost missed.
He caught the corner of Oikawa's lips at first, his cheeks flushing hot in embarrassment at his mistake. But a little shift of his head to the left and he was able to connect. A gentle, almost chaste, kiss was offered as an apology for the first disaster.]
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Maybe he really was a masochist?
He'd almost, almost looked up then with a bare shadow of a smile, when Oikawa delivered his killing blow.
Again? Kiss him again? How?! The first time had been... bad. Okay yes, it had been bad. He hadn't known what he was doing and he'd been angry. He'd acted on impulse and his teeth still ached from just how awful it had been. So... how was he supposed to kiss in a more serious way? Oikawa had been gentle. Could he do the same?
He swallowed and lifted his eyes to Oikawa's, a look of resignation falling across his face. Maybe not as romantic as he should be, but really, what could be expected of Kageyama? He thought about what he should do with his hands. Oikawa had taken him by the chin but Kageyama, freeing one of his hands, reached up, there was a slight tremble to his fingers as they touched Oikawa's cheek. He was acutely aware of everything he was doing. Mindful that at any second the rug could be pulled out from under his feet.
Resignation shifted to uncertainty. There was no confidence here. Kageyama could only hope he was doing the right thing.
So he moved his had further up, fingers slipping into soft, thick locks to cup the back of Oikawa's head and pulled him down to him. He lifted his own head to meet him.
... And almost missed.
He caught the corner of Oikawa's lips at first, his cheeks flushing hot in embarrassment at his mistake. But a little shift of his head to the left and he was able to connect. A gentle, almost chaste, kiss was offered as an apology for the first disaster.]