Curious Thoughts

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~Kageyama POV~

The tension. The smell of sweat in the air. The feeling of victory is close. The sound of hard breathing around you. The feeling of the ball in your hand. The feeling of setting the ball in the right position. The sound of squeaking shoes on the floor. The sound of the ball hitting the floor. The whistle blowing and the game being over. These are the things in a volleyball game that give you the energy and courage to take it a step further.

"That was one good practice game," Suga said from behind me as I walked over to the benches where everyone was sitting already. 

"Ya," I said slightly still out of breath, "Is that all you can say," a voice from next to me said. 

I looked over and saw Hinata. Oh wow from this angle his face looks hot with the sweat going down his throat... WHAT AM I THINKING. Yet somehow I just wanted to reach out and grab his face and look into those beautiful chocolate-colored eyes and take in that intoxicating scent of his after a game. My hand started to reach out and I came back to reality. It would have snapped my hand back but it was too late. My hand was too close to his face to not have noticed what I was about to do. I had to think fast, and act fast I continued to reach past him and take my water bottle off the bench. That was close I thought, I looked down and saw Hinata blush a a little before he looked away. Crap I thought he looks so fucking cute like that, I cleared my throat trying to get that thought out of my mind. We drank water and high-fived each other, we got up and walked back to the court. 

After such a hard practice game over Nekoma. We lost of course, but this time we lost the third set by 5 points. We lined up bowed down and all said thank you for this game. This was a good practice game for us to learn from. After we finished shaking hands we went to the benches to get some more water and gather our things, I saw Hinata from the corner of my eyes staring off into space. I wondered what he was thinking about, he then sighed and shook his head bringing him back to reality, and saw me staring. He stared back and then blushed so very light that if you were not looking you would not see it. I caught his little blush, he then looked away toward Nekama's team. I looked over and saw that they were all huddled around talking a drinking water.

I saw Hinata get his water bottle and grab something out of his bag. I was curious about what he got out of his bag and he walked towards Nekoma's team. I watched him as he walked over to their setter, I believe his name is Kenma. Hinta whispered something to Kenma, and his eyes went wide and he slid a glance at me. Why did he look at me, now I was even more curious. Kenma turned around as the tall black-haired player came to his side, I believe his name was Kuroo, one of their middle blockers. I saw Hinata say something and then Kenma nodded his head looking up at Kuroo. Kuroo looked between Hinata and Kenma then back to Hinata. Hinata then pulled on Kurro's arm and Kuroo bent over, as Hinata whispered something to him also. Kuroo glanced up at me then back to Kenma and said something, then left the group walked to their stuff grabbed it, and walked out with the rest of the team. Hinata walked with Kenma as they all left. 

"Where is the oranged-haired brat," I heard Coach Uaki call out, I looked over to the team as everyone was looking around the other team members. 

"I saw him leave with the Kenma from the Nekoma team," I said. Everyone looked at me.

"You sure he did and just didn't wander off looking for a bathroom," Coach Uaki asked.

"Ya I am sure," I said nodding my head, pointing my thumb over my shoulder to the door the team was finishing walking through, being able to still see Hinata Hair in the crowd of their team.

Coach Uaki looked over to where I was pointing and then just nodded his head. "Thanks for telling us, I am sure he just wanted to talk with them before they left for the changing rooms to put their stuff down," Coach Ukai said. I nodded understanding, I put my water bottle onto the bench and started to walk with the rest of the team to clean the court.

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