Anonymous: Imagine Kageyama and Hinata on a training trip, they're laying in futons beside each other (since no one wants to be between them when they argue). The air tense between them, they slowly inch their hands closer and closer until their fingers are brushing. And neither of them know who started it but then they're holding hands. Lying in the dark holding nervous sweaty hands they don't get much sleep that night.
me: *smiles at phone*
mom: a boy?
me: a fanfiction
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