Kageyama/Hinata. Hinata should not be this hot. Kageyama shouldn't find his short stature attractive, shouldn't have problems with his eyes lingering a little too long on Hinata's smaller frame, the way his shirts hang just a little too big on him sometimes.
Oikawa/Iwaizumi. When talking about what makes a perfect dancer, Oikawa had it all—the height, a lean body, the perfect technique, and flexibility. But the current lyrical piece that his college’s contemporary dance group was working on called for more than his usually fluid and graceful form. It needed a visceral yet controlled power to every step, something that Oikawa had trouble with. And to make matters worse, it was Iwaizumi’s forte.
Kuroo/Kenma. "Oh my God," Kuroo said, eyes growing wide. He slowly turned to fully face Oikawa, "I'm in love with Kenma." Oikawa brought his tea to his mouth. "Yeah," he said, smiling through the steam rising in front of his face, "I know."
Iwaizumi/Oikawa. The fates probably just decided to throw them together. It shouldn't mix right. Ice hockey is loud, all over the place. Ballet is neat and graceful. But it just did. Hajime doesn't know what he did to have Tooru fall into his life, but Tooru did anyway. He had to thank the stars.
Oikawa/Iwaizumi. “No, I mean we really weren’t doing anything,” Oikawa whips around, “I haven’t even kissed her yet.” Iwaizumi pushes the locker shut and looks down at his t-shirt, picking at a loose string dangling from the hem. If he tugs too hard, it’ll just ruin the stitching, so he decides to leave it alone. Right now he might rip the damn thing off. “And I said it doesn’t matter. Why are you talkative all of the sudden?” “Someone sounds annoyed,” Oikawa mumbles. “No, I just…”…