Earthquake - Oihina fic

Chapter 11

As Kageyama trudged home alone, his mind reeled like a clock uncontrollably working backwards, a huge weight around his neck. What the fuck happened during the earthquake? Kageyama scanned his memory for what Hinata had said... but - he hardly said anything. Now that Kageyama tried to remember he realised -

No wait.

He'd said something about spending the weekend with Benjiro. Had he? Or had he -

Kageyama's stomach churned.

Spent the weekend with Oikawa???

No. No way. It was impossible. Why would they? They'd probably bumped into each other around the time of the earthquake but something, something, must've happened, to have led Hinata to ask Oikawa to teach him how to serve and for that bastard to agree -

It's a ploy. It has to be. He's probably teaching Hinata how to serve badly to sabotage Karasuno... But... that's not it because his serves have become insane in such a short space of time... So he is teaching Hinata properly but why? To get Hinata to trust him? To manipulate his playing style and make him worse in the long run? Is he trying to turn Hinata against me? To try and make Hinata leave Karasuno to go to Aoba Johsai? No. He would have to cycle even further to get there -

Kageyama walked, his mind a hotpot of theories, each one wilder than the one before.

And then.

Suddenly.

It came to him.

Cold light illuminated a darkened room -

As sure and certain as every sunrise he felt it -

It's... me.

It's because of me.

Oikawa is teaching Hinata... to spite me ...

A vine, as thick and coarse as a tree, seemed to expand rapidly, ripping through Kageyama's body, growing from his stomach, shooting out of his mouth and wrapping its treacherous tentacles around Kageyama's throat. So full-bodied, so full-bloodied was Kageyama's envy in that moment he would've killed something if it was in front of him.

This has nothing to do with Hinata... Oikawa is purely doing this... to antagonise me even more...

And more than that...

All those theories he'd come up with, as wild and wacky and weird as they were, every single one of them... was possible. Kageyama would not put it past Oikawa, to utilise every shred of manipulation that he could in this situation. To affect Hinata's playing style, to sabotage Karasuno... to take him to Aoba Johsai... to turn Hinata against me -

Kageyama felt an arrow lodge itself into his chest.

To lose Hinata...

Kageyama stopped. His head was light and he felt nauseous. He took a deep breath in. And then out. Kageyama gripped his fists so tight he felt his blood struggle against his fingertips.

There had to be a way.

He had to find a way.

To stop this.

Wednesday. Neither Kageyama or Hinata spoke to each other during practice. The team noticed. Karasuno figured they'd fought. Then again, they were always fighting. Every strong serve Hinata did was like a slash to Kageyama's neck. Despite both of them being off with their quick attacks the coach cut them some slack; they obviously needed to work whatever it was out, as usual. And then as usual everything would be fine.