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Hinata looked a bit ridiculous, drowning in one of Kageyama’s sweatshirts, legs of the borrowed pants dragging on the floor as he tried to keep the waistband up.
“This isn’t gonna work.” He was frowning down at the black-haired man kneeling on the floor.
“Yeah it will, just let me fix it.” Kageyama rolled up the cuffs of the pants so the short man would actually be able to walk. He was trying not to think about how cute Hinata looked or the fact that it had taken all of 3 seconds for him to get on his knees in front of the redhead. Not necessarily the context he would have preferred, but still. An ego hit for sure.
“No it’s not. You’re too big.”
“Uh these are my clothes. I’m pretty sure the issue is you being too small.”
“No it's not.” The argument wasn’t very convincing, especially when Hinata tried to wave his hands, too-long sleeves flapping around. Kageyama snorted and straightened up on his knees in order to roll the waistband of the pants. He realized he hadn’t thought about the implications of that as he pushed up the shorter man’s shirt. Confronted with a line of reddish-blonde hair at eye level, he looked up to see an intense brown-eyed stare coming down from above him. Ripping his hands off Hinata’s hips like they’d burned him, he overcorrected in his attempt to move away, and fell onto his ass. Hinata started giggling.
“What just happened clumsy-yama? You’re so uncoordinated.”
Kageyama scowled at the man above him, ignoring the heat in his stomach. “Fix the rest yourself idiot.”
“I didn’t even ask you to fix the first part!”
“Shut up. Whatever. We’re leaving in 5 minutes.” He got up and brushed off his knees, embarrassed annoyance pinching his face as he spun away so he could get ready to go.
“He’s so weird…” Hinata was muttering to himself, folding over the waistband of his (well. Kageyama’s.) black pants. He jumped at the “Shut it” he received in response, having apparently thought the other man was already out of earshot.
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There were only two men working when Hinata and Kageyama bickered their way through the front doors of the bank. A tall blonde and a shorter freckled man.
“Well look who it is! It’s been a while, shorty! What, a couple of months? For you that’s pretty impressive.” The blonde was the speaker. He looked Hinata up-and-down disdainfully from behind his glasses. “Nice clothes.”
“Shut up, Tsukishima.” The red-head grumbled.
Kageyama eyed ‘Tsukishima’ who was leaning toward them with his elbow propped on the counter.
“Who’s this, Hinata?” The second person behind the counter had a nicer tone, but he was definitely still teasing.
Tsukishima took over again. “Did the little mess finally find someone to clean up after him? That’ll make our lives easier, right Tadashi?”
The two employees looked at each other. ‘Tadashi’ nodded, snickering behind his hand.
Kageyama slanted his eyes down toward the red-head next to him.
“Okay. I’m starting to see why you don’t like coming here.”
The shorter man turned to him, exasperated, “I told you! It sucks!”
“You didn’t mention this part!”
The budding argument was cut off by a cough from the taller of the bank tellers.
“As beautiful as it is to watch you two and your young love, I’d love to get you as far away from me as possible. So, give me your ID, shorty. You know the drill.”
The two turned pink immediately.
“We’re not— We don’t—“ Kageyama stuttered as Hinata tried to get the driver’s license out of the oversized pants.
Tsukishima and Tadashi watched as Hinata attempted to roll his sleeves up, hold his waistband, and grab his wallet at the same time. After a few seconds of struggling, Kageyama huffed and shoved his hands into Hinata’s pockets. The short man flushed, jumping into a defensive stance.
“Hey! Why’d you do that!”
“Oh come on, that was gonna take forever.” The dark-haired man was warm too but he did save everyone some time.
“That’s not my fault! These are your stupid clothes.” He crossed his arms,
“You shouldn’t have spilled shit all over yours then.”
“That’s not what-”
Another pointed cough interrupted them. “Sometime today please?” Tsukishima flatly asked. Both employees were watching with raised eyebrows.
The ginger passed his ID over, annoyance clear on his face. The blonde man started typing on his computer, mounted on the desk below the counter.
“So, how long have you two been dating? You’re cute together.” Tadashi was obviously the nicer of the pair, asking genuinely. The men opposite him fell into flustered embarrassment.
“We’re not dating! Kageyama’s straight!” Hinata’s face matched his hair as he shook his head quickly.
Confusion cut through Kageyama’s discomfort. “Uhhh, no? I’m not?”
“You’re not straight?” Hinata asked, in the same incredulous tone Tadashi used to simultaneously say, “You’re not dating??”
“Why’d you think that?” Hinata and Kageyama asked in tandem, the former directing his question at the freckled employee while the latter directed his at the red-head.
Tsukishima stopped the overlapping conversations by answering both men at the same time, “He probably thought you were straight because you look mean and intense. Tadashi thought you were dating because you’re obviously attracted to each other.” He went back to his job.
The two men sputtered, looking at different sides of the room.
“That’s ridiculous. You don't know what you’re talking about.” Hinata crossed his arms, the ends of his sleeves flopping across his biceps.
“Really?” One word answer from the rude employee as he raised his eyebrow.
“Yeah. Shut it blondie.” Kageyama’s frown looked out of place on his red skin. He was keeping his eyes fixed on Tsukishima, resolutely refusing to look at the man next to him.
“Okay. Sure. But he’s wearing your clothes and you’re running errands together. You see how that looks right? You can’t be that stupid.” He looked over at Tadashi for agreement before the keyboard clacking re-started.
Kageyama and Hinata launched into a simultaneous defense.
“He’s the one who wouldn’t go to the bank so I had to—“
“Obviously I couldn’t wear my club clothes—”
“It’s not like I wanted to do it—”
“I had no other options so—”
Tadashi giggled as Tsukishima waved his hand in front of their distracted faces to get their attention. It took a few seconds. “Excuse me. I don’t care. Your card is getting printed so we’ll be done in a few minutes. Please go try to convince someone else. Who is not at our place of work. We don’t get paid enough to be part of this.”
His freckled partner sent a half-serious look at him, “Leave them alone, Tsukki.”
“Yeah, Tsukki.” Hinata mumbled mockingly under his breath. Tsukishima’s following ice-cold glare had him hiding halfway behind Kageyama. The machine behind the counter whirred and beeped a few times, indicating the completion of its task.
“Here’s your card. You can leave now.”
Tsukishima held it out to Hinata, who kept holding the back of Kageyama’s shirt for protection as he snatched his card out of the blonde’s hand.
“Let’s go, Kageyama.” His murderous tone and facial expression were undercut by the human shield he’d turned the dark-haired man into. Kageyama rolled his eyes and grabbed the red-head’s wrist to drag him out the door. As they left, he heard one last trailing sentence from Tsukishima, “I mean, they’re literally holding hands now. Denial is a river in Egypt.”