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Tobio woke up tucked against an almost uncomfortably warm furnace. He forced his sticky eyelids apart and grimaced when he felt hair in his mouth. His hair was getting way too long. Tobio rolled onto his back and spluttered, fishing the strand of hair out of his mouth. Lockdown should just fucking end already so that he could get a haircut. He was not letting Shouyou near his head with clippers and Miwa was all the way back in Miyagi.
Ugh. What good was a hairstylist for a sister when she wasn’t there when you needed it? Useless.
Tobio brought a hand up to rub at his sleep-sticky eyes and let out a long exhale. The uncomfortably warm furnace he’d been tucked up against had, of course, been Shouyou. The way it had been for weeks. Tobio had never intended to stay at Shouyou’s place in Osaka for longer than a weekend at most, but then lockdown had hit and well – Tobio was stuck here with prefecture borders closed.
It was a little nice, though. Very domestic. They went grocery shopping together, their relationship concealed thanks to the anonymity the face masks granted with the addition of a baseball cap. They cooked together, brushed their teeth together, dozed off tangled together on Shouyou’s couch. All things they hadn’t been able to do since third year of high school, when Tobio moved to Tokyo to train and Shouyou moved all the way to Rio de Janeiro.
Although… they were both itching with the need to play volleyball. All the gyms were closed, public courts as well, and practice hadn’t been held since lockdown began. All they had been able to do was cardio and weights – they had tried one or the other passing drill, but it had mostly resulted in complaints from the neighbours and shattered glass.
Tobio shoved his overgrown hair out of his face and winced. It was only May, but it was already uncomfortably humid in Osaka. He rolled over to turn the AC on even if Shouyou constantly told him off for it.
“To~bi~o”, Shouyou called, voice muffled by sleep. “Turn the AC off~”
“It’s hot”, Tobio said and peeled the sheets off himself. They both only slept in their boxers and still it was too warm. Especially with the human embodiment of the fucking sun in bed with him.
“In Rio – ”, Shouyou started and Tobio hit him smack in the face with a pillow. This discussion always went the same way – Tobio would turn the AC on claiming it was hot, Shouyou would tell him to turn it off because it was that much hotter in Rio, Tobio would tell him this was Osaka not Rio and eventually they’d be wrestling in bed and maybe end up having sex. Not today though – Tobio felt way too sticky to even consider sweating even more, voluntarily.
“Oi!” Shouyou shot up in bed, ginger hair the usual mess after waking up (not that Tobio was much better), eyes wide in indignation. “Don’t shut me up with a pillow, Bakageyama!”
“Dumbass”, Tobio muttered, but a smile pulled at his lips. Despite everything, having Shouyou around 24/7 was nice.
They were married, after all.
Shouyou flopped on top of Tobio and Tobio grunted. Shouyou had put on a tremendous amount of muscle mass while in Rio and then even more training with MSBY, then Asas Sao Paulo, and the Olympic team.
“Can’t breathe”, he wheezed and rolled Shouyou onto his legs, letting air flow into his lungs again. “You’re heavy, idiot.”
“Got it, got it~”, Shouyou drawled and rolled off him to stretch. Tobio spared a glance to admire his husband’s muscles ripple before snatching his phone off his bedside table. “Do we need to go grocery shopping today?”
“Nah”, Tobio said, waiting for his phone to turn on. “But we’re kinda running low on protein powder, right? So guess we gotta keep that in mind.”
Shouyou made a face. “Protein shakes are so nasty.”
“Shut up. We gotta stay in shape.”
“I know, I know~” Shouyou shook the sheets off that hand tangled around his legs. “Anything on the news?”
Tobio frowned at his phone. It was weirdly warm in his hand and somehow, his task bar was glitching with message icons. “I think something happened, there’s a lot – ”
His screen lit up with an incoming call before he could finish his sentence. He frowned. Miwa? He and his sister usually only video-called once a week to make sure the other was still alive, but they never talked on the phone apart from that. They didn’t even text that much. That was unusual.
Tobio swiped to accept the call and held it to his ear. “Hello?”
“Tobio, I cannot believe you!!”, Miwa screamed and Tobio immediately pulled the phone away from his ear and put it on speaker. With Miwa’s volume that wasn’t even necessary though.
“What did you do?”, Shouyou whisper-shouted.
“Like hell if I know!”, Tobio shot back. “What’s going on? Why’re you screaming at me first thing in the morning, onee-san?!”
“Don’t even call me onee-san if you didn’t even tell me that you got married?!?!”
Tobio froze. He felt Shouyou still next to him, but couldn’t take his eyes off his phone screen.
“What”, he said faintly. “How do you know?”
“How do I – Tobio!”, Miwa snapped. “It’s all over the news! Why do I have to find out from the news!”
“The news”, Shouyou whispered next to him and scrambled to get his own phone. “Ohshitohshitohshitohshit.”
Tobio saw all the blood leave Shouyou’s face and cold dread settled in his stomach.
“Hey, I’ll call you back”, he said and didn’t wait for Miwa’s response before hanging up. He took a closer look at his still syncing taskbar. Over 30 missed calls and hundreds unread messages on about every channel possible. Dozens of emails sent with high priority. Too many Social Media mentions to count.
What the hell happened?!
“Someone leaked it”, Shouyou squeaked next to him, voice pitched impossibly high in shock. “Our marriage certificate.”
Tobio shook the shock off and dared to open the latest notification about an article he was mentioned in.
Kageyama and Hinata married!
Olympic duo secretly tied the knot in Brazil last year
Fuck. Tobio could only stare at the scan of their marriage certificate. His Portuguese was non-existent and his English terrible, but he knew that document by heart, had looked at it for hours after they had officially been married in that small civil servant’s office in Sao Paulo. That was his signature in kanji, barely legible from years of signing fan things, and that was Shouyou’s in Latin letters, surprisingly neat. Tobio remembered the focus with which Shouyou had signed the certificate, tongue between his teeth and all.
And now it was out there.
They managed to stare each other for less than a second before both their phones started ringing.
“Put simply”, Hibarida said. “This isn’t a bad thing for either of you, your teams or the Olympic team.”
Tobio and Shouyou visibly deflated. Following a couple of hectic phone calls, the Japan National Team’s press team, bless their souls, had set up a video conference with everyone who mattered. That included their spokeswoman Misaki-san, Coach Hibarida, MSBY Captain Meian, MSBY Coach Foster, Schweiden Captain Hirugami and Schweiden Coach Suzaku. The rest of their teams would apparently receive briefings on the matter because they had been blowing up both Shouyou’s and Tobio’s phones. Not only their current teams – their old teams too. Karasuno and about every team they had ever played against was in their inbox, Shouyou’s friends from Brazil and Tobio’s teammates from Italy were constantly texting. Their phones eventually ran hot and they put them in the fridge, not really knowing what else to do to keep them from literally blowing up.
“We’re currently getting in touch with the civil servant who registered your marriage”, Misaki-san said and Tobio was glad it was her who was handling this – she had managed to rein in Johzenji for three consecutive years, if anyone could deal with this, it was her. She was also not making a fuss about the fact that Tobio and Shouyou were married which he was thankful for. “To find out how the certificate was leaked. We will take legal action, this is a breach of confidentiality, but we will keep it low. What’s most pressing now is that we issue a statement as soon as possible to appease the press because my office hasn’t been quiet since we got in at seven, and those who don’t speak will be spoken for. We don’t want any of those speculations taking root.”
“S-sorry”, Shouyou said and rubbed the back of his neck. Tobio bowed his head in wordless apology.
“Sheesh”, Meian said and rubbed his temple. “At least Miya had the decency to give us a heads-up that he was going to marry Kita. And Bokuto got that all done with before he joined the Jackals, thank god.”
Shouyou bowed so rapidly he hit his head on the desktop and Tobio scrambled to catch the webcam that tumbled off the top of the monitor at the shake. “Sorry, Sir!”
“Hinata-senshu”, Misaki-san said. “Please calm down. Freaking out is not what we need right now.”
Shouyou sat up again and Tobio clicked his tongue as he struggled to fasten the webcam again.
“First of all”, Coach Hibarida said and clasped his hands. “How did this happen?”
Tobio felt his hackles rise. Even through the screen Coach Hibarida’s serious mode was scary. It reminded him of the time he had shown up to practice despite a cold. “Uhm.”
Shouyou gave him an innocent smile. “You do the honours!”
Tobio scowled at him and fought the urge to shove him off the chair. “…okay. Well, Shou- Hinata and I have been dating in high school and then took a break and got back together in 2018 when he came back to Japan.”
“Nice to know”, Meian said dryly.
“Meian”, Coach Foster said. The man looked like he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. Same with Tobio’s own coach. “Quiet.”
“And when Tobio visited me five months ago in Sao Paulo”, Shouyou went on and Tobio coughed at how his husband used his given name so easily in front of these people, “we sort of got talking about marriage. And then, uh, since it’s legal in Brazil, we just… why not go and do it? So we, uh, went and did it.”
Meian hid his face in his hands in his frame. He was muted, but his lips were moving so Tobio was assuming he was probably swearing. It looked like it.
“A shotgun wedding?”, Hirugami asked.
“Sort of”, Tobio said. “But uh. We did talk about it. And stuff.”
“And stuff”, Shouyou repeated and Tobio wished he hadn’t because it kind of undermined his point.
“Okay”, Misaki-san said and shuffled through her papers. “Okay. I can work with that, that's not bad. This is what I’m proposing: It will still be a shotgun wedding. Kageyama-senshu, Hinata-senshu, stick with the story you just told us because it works. Now, pay close attention: Because you couldn’t fly in friends and family so spontaneously, it was a very small ceremony. Mostly the bureaucratic aspect of it.”
Tobio remembered days and nights following the signing of their license spent entwined in bed and fought down the heat rising up the back of his neck. Yes. Only the bureaucratic aspect of it.
“You wanted to announce your marriage and hold a proper celebration this spring, but did not because of the pandemic”, Misaki-san went on. “That virus is actually coming in handy for us right now, so we’ll use it.”
“Uh, Misaki-san”, Tobio spoke up. “We didn’t actually plan a proper celebration.”
Misaki-san stared. “You were just going to keep it at the certificate?”
“We kinda didn’t tell our families either”, Shouyou muttered, barely loud enough to be picked up by the mic. “Is that going to be an issue?”
“Yes”, Misaki-san said with a long sigh. “My team will get in touch with your families right away. I hope they didn’t blab yet.”
Tobio thought of Natsu and prayed that she kept her mouth shut. He wasn’t that worried about Miwa, few people even knew he had a sister, but Natsu was a rising star on the high school volleyball scene and people would definitely flock to her for information.
“What I want you to do now”, Misaki-san went on, “is post a couple photo of yourselves as soon as we put the statement out. Run the post past my team first.”
Tobio blinked owlishly. A couple photo? He wasn’t sure he and Shouyou had any…
He blinked. Wait. He knew he had one for sure. The one Ushijima-san had taken at Bangkok Airport, where the three of them had ended up on the same connecting flight back to Tokyo. Him fast asleep on Shouyou’s shoulder with their hands entwined in Shouyou’s lap and Shouyou looking at him like he was his whole world. Tobio liked that photo a lot, even if it had only come to be because Ushijima-san had tried to take a selfie for Tendou-san and failed at switching to front camera. They were lucky not to be that much in the public eye that someone recognised them there.
“We can do that”, Shouyou said. “We can totally do that.”
“Alright”, Coach Hibarida said. “Misaki-san, do you need anything else from us?”
Misaki-san shook her head. “No, I’m going to work with this for now. Foster-san, Suzaku-san, I’d ask you to tell your press offices to not make any statements yet until we have published ours.”
The two coaches nodded.
“Hinata, Kageyama”, Misaki-san said and Tobio perked up when she dropped the ‘senshu’-honorific. She smiled. “Congratulations on your wedding.”
Tobio couldn’t help but smile back and squeezed where Shouyou’s fingers had laced between his under the table.
“Thank you.”
It was another hour until the conference was finally over. The second the Zoom window closed on the monitor, Shouyou slumped, head in his hands.
“Oh man”, Shouyou said, muffled by his hands. “What a mess, huh?”
Tobio hummed in agreement. He couldn’t argue with that. Their phones were still in the fridge, but he was sure there were still dozens of messages coming in every minute. The quiet of Shouyou’s apartment, with only the soft whirring of the AC as background noise, was nice right now.
“Guess we should have announced it right away?”, Shouyou said and sat back up, crossing his arms behind his head.
Tobio shrugged. “The pandemic got in the way.”
“That’s just the story for the press, Bakageyama”, Shouyou said and rested his head on Tobio’s shoulder, ginger hair tickling his neck. “We just didn’t say before because we couldn’t figure out how, let’s be real.”
Tobio hummed again. “We could have just asked Misaki-san. She seems good at it.”
“Or Atsumu-san”, Shouyou mused. “He went through that with Kita-san.”
“Or Hoshiumi-san”, Tobio said. “He did with Hirugami-san.”
“Or Bokuto-san”, Shouyou said. “He proposed to Akaashi-san on the court even.”
“Right. Or Yaku-san”, Tobio added. “With Haiba-kun.”
They were silent for a moment.
“We’re idiots”, Shouyou concluded. “We should have just done it.”
Tobio couldn’t argue with that for once. “Yep.”
Silence again.
“Hey, Tobio.”
“Hm?”
“… should we have told them that we technically hyphenated our names?”
“… probably.”
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Comments:
@ushiwakatoshi: Congratulations. I am glad the photo was satisfactory.
@tooru: no ❤
@hoshi.umi.kourai: WOW SO IT’S TRUE?!?!?! Congrats wtf!!!
@sgwrkoushi2: can’t believe we find out through Instagram omg
@niiyama.natsu: wow you guys are gross lmao
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