Hinata/Kageyama/Kenma, Transit
Getting to Miyagi was so troublesome. The train ride was long, and it rattled uncomfortably through the countryside. To make matters worse, it was an older train -- one without every-seat charging outlets, and Kenma’s DS died a sadly beeping death somewhere in Utsunomiya. Luckily he had his portable phone charger, but Candy Crush just didn’t compare to Fire Emblem and he was in a rather foul mood when the train finally pulled into the station in Torono.
He wasn’t given any more time to wallow -- with a loud drumming of feet and a high-pitched “Kenmaaaa!”, he was officially distracted. Kenma made sure to tuck his phone safely away in the pocket of his hoodie before Hinata reached him with a flying leap, and they only managed to not fall to the ground together by Kageyama’s quick action. Hinata made a strangled choking sound when Kageyama yanked back on his hood, and retaliated with a stomp on Kageyama’s foot.
Kenma couldn’t help but smile despite himself, and small as it was both of the other boys noticed. Kageyama immediately turned pink and Hinata’s own smile grew impossibly wider.
There was… something, between them all. Kenma had tried to avoid naming it, thus far, and while he saw the looks Hinata and Kageyama shared and knew what they meant, and he saw the way they both looked at him, and he knew how he felt about them -- both of them, both, and how strange was that -- he stubbornly refused to think what it could mean.
Hinata and Kageyama bickered over who got to sit beside Kenma on the bus that wound up and around the mountain to Hinata’s home. Kenma finally solved that argument by simply standing up, and they gathered in a vague triangle around Kageyama as he held onto the roof rail -- Hinata made a futile grab before resolving to balance, and falling against Kenma half a moment later when the bus made a sudden jerk. Kenma had no such pride and wrapped his arm, instead, around Kageyama’s waist. Kageyama stared out the window with an aggressive pout on his face and a blush high on his cheekbones. After a moment, he reached for Hinata, hauling him closer and tucking him against his free side, all while refusing to make eye contact and mumbling, “Don’t want you to fall.”
“Wasn’t gonna,” Hinata shot back, but he cuddled against Kageyama, one hand twisted into Kenma’s shirtsleeve, and Kenma turned his face into Kageyama’s shoulder to hide his own fondness.