Tags: One-Shot, Porn Without Plot, Porn With Feelings, Fighting, Blowjob, Minor Character Death (It’s not anyone we know from the cast, it’s Tobio’s old judo teacher, don’t worry lol)
Kageyama punched Hinata in the face, then whirled around and kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying onto his back. Hinata landed with an oof, then a snarl, and he sprang back up. He dashed in close, raised his arm to block Kageyama’s left hook, jabbed in with his own slug right to Kageyama’s belly. Body shot. Kageyama gasped, groaned, rolled away from the hit. He danced on the balls of his feet, bounced side to side, arms raised around his head. He narrowed his eyes at Hinata, murderous intent pouring from him. Hinata looked back at him with just as much wild, manic energy.
“Okay, everyone! That’s enough for today. Wrap it up!”
Kageyama and Hinata relaxed at once, lowering their fists. They took off their padded sparring helmets and gloves, bowed to each other, then bowed with the rest of their judo class to the teacher at the front of the room. “Thank you, sensei!” the students called.
The teacher dismissed them, then took her bag and left. Kageyama and some others gathered at one end of the room, chatting in low voices. A few of them were complimenting Kageyama’s skills, and he accepted the compliments with silent gratitude, a little awkward around the others. Some of the students in the class with him were younger, but most were a few years older, some even full grown adults. They praised aspects of his sparring like his sturdiness and strength. He just thought he’d been too stiff.
Kageyama’s face clouded, and the room stilled. The people talking to Kageyama went quiet. He looked up from his bag.
Hinata Shoyou stood over him, bag already slung over his shoulder. His gi hung open at the front, his arms crossed over his bare chest. He was breathing hard, beads of sweat glinting on his forehead. Kageyama stared at him coolly, hoping his own perspiration wasn’t obvious. Around them, a small crowd of the other students silently gathered. He ignored them. He had eyes only for Hinata.
“When are you going to beat me for real, Kageyama?”
A muffled chorus of oohhs came from the younger students, and the older adults chuckled.
But then Kageyama dropped his bag and stood to his full height, his legs planted firmly, fists clenched, shoulders broad and hunched with power, and the snickering laughs choked off. Most of them had never sparred with Kageyama Tobio before. Most weren’t good enough. Most were too afraid. Only one ever sparred with him, the only one Kageyama bothered to pair with. Hinata. But the rest of them still recognized the power in his body, the latent strength lurking in his muscles that, when he took his stance, radiated from him like an aura of death.
Everyone instinctively backed away. Only Hinata still stood in front of him, arms crossed, staring straight up at him, unfazed by Kageyama’s height or strength. To him, they were only obstacles. Something to climb. Kageyama’s lip curled.
“I can beat you anytime you’d like, dumbass,” Kageyama said, planting his hands on his hips, casual as could be. All his awkwardness was gone. Everyone knew of the rivalry between these two. It seemed like Hinata was the only person Kageyama could talk to without any anxiety, but was also the only person Kageyama strove the most to best in every single lesson.
“How about right now, Bakayama?” Hinata’s face was flushed, and his eyes gleamed. Kageyama knew the others couldn’t see it, couldn’t detect the subtle shift, but he could. Hinata’s entire body practically vibrated with an energy that wanted release. Kageyama hated to admit it, but his stamina was nothing compared to Hinata’s. How he could keep going was beyond understanding.
But if Hinata wanted to fight, who was Kageyama to say no?
“Suddenly you’re 21 and screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.”
I turned 13 in 2008. The Myspace era was coming to a close and Facebook became the new preferred social media platform. The music I had found in my preteen and early teen years majorly shaped my current music taste at 21 years old. Like for most people, middle school and high school were not easy times. The music that I came across on Myspace and the early YouTube years reflected the real emotions and struggles that I faced. It made me not want to only listen to songs like Gold Digger, Ms. New Booty, Smack That, My Humps, I Kissed a Girl, or whatever else was playing everywhere. I craved music that I could relate to. I needed music with true emotion behind it.
Anyways, here are the songs that got me through my preteen and early years and shaped who I am today. They’re in no particular order.
All American Rejects, Move Along - 2005
It Ends Tonight
All American Rejects, Move Along - 2005
How to Save a Life
The Fray, How to Save a Life - 2005
Wake Me Up When September Ends
Green Day, American Idiot - 2004
Stay Together for the Kids
blink-182, Take Off Your Pants and Jacket - 2001
blink-182, Enema of the State - 1999
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Don’t You Fake it - 2006
Blue October, Foiled - 2006
Welcome To My Life
Simple Plan, Still Not Getting Any - 2004
I’m Just a Kid
Simple Plan, No Pads, No Helmet…Just Balls - 2002
I’m Not Okay (I Promise)
My Chemical Romance, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge - 2004
Famous Last Words
My Chemical Romance, The Black Parade - 2006
The Great Escape
Boys Like Girls, Boys Like Girls - 2006
All Time Low, Nothing Personal - 2009
Papa Roach, Getting Away With Murder - 2004
Linkin Park, Hybrid Theory - 2000
You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground, I’ll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds
Mayday Parade, A Lesson in Romantics - 2007
Matchbox Twenty, More Than You Think You Are - 2002