Together

Chapter 2

Hinata

I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. I looked around the room and came to realize where I was. Kageyama's room. Of course I was on the floor it wasn't weird or anything. Hey... his bed was unmade and messy...wheres Kageyama? 

I walked down stairs following the smell of breakfast. There was Kageyama, making breakfast that smelt sooooo good it made me want to eat every last bit. He was still in his pyjamas, his hair all ruffled and messy. He looked good. I could see the coiling of his muscles as he worked. It was mesmerizing. Suddenly he spun around looking startled.

"H...Hinata your awake? I didn't even hear you. How long have you been there?" He asked sounding frazzled. 

"Not long..." I said, feeling the blush envelop my face. "Are you making breakfast?"

"Mmmm Hmmm."

Not long after that breakfast was served silently. But it was a comfortable silence. We were used to not talking. We usually walked home without saying any words.

Suddenly Kageyama cleared his throat "You should shower...you stink...dumbass."

"I DON'T SMELL THAT BAD" I protest, sniffing under my arms. The all of a sudden it hits me, the stench. "On second thought maybe your right...wheres your washroom."

"Two doors down from my bedroom. You can use the towel on the back of the door."

I hopped up from my seat and speed up stairs. Gotta be speedy if we're both going to shower and make it to school on time.

As I run up the stairs, taking two at a time, I thought I heard a small laugh from the dining room. I stop for a second then decide that I probably just imagined it and carry on my way.

Kageyama  

Hes such a dork. I let out a small chuckle as the orange haired lightning bolt flies up the stairs. While Hinata is in the shower I get dressed and ready for school. I showered last night so Hinata could this morning, as he passed out as soon as I pulled out a mat for him. While I'm just finishing the last buttons on my shirt the bathroom door opens then I hear a knock on the door.

"Yeah, come in" I say. He walked in the room in nothing but a towel looking a little embarrassed. I don't know why he would be. Unlike his size, Hinata is not lacking in the muscle department. His strong spiking shouders and arms hold his towel firmly in place while everyone other muscle clenches with nerves.

"Ummm...I hate to ask this but do you have an extra uniform shirt?" he asked, shifting his body. "I may of spilt some breakfast on mine..." He fidgeted.

"Sure...though it might be a bit big its better then being sent down to the dean office for disrespecting the uniform." I say as I dig around my drawers pulling out one of the white button downs. "Here. I would give you pants but we both know those won't fit at all" I handed him the shirt.

"I'm not that small!" He fights back

"Whatever..." I say and leave for room for him to change.

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Kageyama  

Our walk to school was uneventful. Same as usual. Except for the fact that Hinata looked like a dumbass who didn't know what size shirt he wore. He had rolled the sleaves to try and make it better.

When we arrived at school we realized the time and sprinted off to class, racing each other.

We barely made it as we barged through the door at the bell. Everyone stared and snickered. The teacher snapped at us to take out seats and we obliged.

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Hinata

School sucks. All I want to do is play Volleyball. Everyone is mean and made sure to comment on my loose fitting shirt. I made sure to leave out the part about i not actually being mine based on the look Kageyama was giving me. When the lunch bell rang we quickly scarfed down our lunches and made our way over to the gym for a short lunch time practise. 

"You know...you don't look as bad as our classmates said." Kageyama said with a slight rose tint to his cheeks.

"Thank you Kageyama. I do agree with you. I think I look as dashing as always" I joked blushing slightly because of his comment. "What do you want to practise today?"

"Mmm, how about the new quick? I want to get it down before the spring tournament." 

"Sounds good" I say as we walk into the club house to change. I change into my spare gym clothes as mine for yesterday stink! We quickly set up the nets without getting in each others way. This has sort of become somewhat of a routine for us. He puts up the right pole and I do the left. He finishes before me because he has height on this side and goes to get the net from the storage room. Once again he does the right and I do the left. This is pretty efficient. We smoothly tie the net then tighten it and were all set.

I throw the ball up for him, he tosses me, and I spike. We do this until the basket runs out of balls. Then we collect them and do it over again. When we play like this, our minds seem to share thoughts, we communicate with quick glances. I always know where the ball will be set with him.

By the end of our mini practise we are both covered in sweat and breathing heavy.

"Good job today. Your float toss thing is getting to be amazing! I just goes zip then it just stops right at the perfect place for my hand to go slap then make it go whoosh."  I exclaim excitedly. 

Kageyama just turns to me, nods and walks off muttering "dumbass" under his breath. Typical.

We clean ourselves, change back into our uniforms and head to class for the second half of our day.

Once we get there one of the bigger boys with a fat round head at the back of class shouts "Oi! Looks like the lovers have returned! You two been off getting steamy?" He smiles vindictively when he finishes. Proud of getting the classes attention for himself.

"I truly don't know how many times I have told you this. We practise volleyball during lunch." Kageyama said coldly.

"Since when is volleyball code for fag sex?" the boy spits out. The class snickered.

That word. Oh god do I hate that word. Its horrible. I just want to slap that word right out of his vocabulary.

"Fags, fags, faggity, fags!" The boy yells 

"Thats it" I shouted and suddenly I was across the room connecting my fist with the boys jaw. Before I could land a second punch I was pulled back by a strong pair of hands and dragged out of the room. When I turned around I wasn't surprised to see Kageyama.

"Hinata, you need to calm down. Doing things like that can get you kicked off the team." He said. He didn't sound angry or upset, more like a mix of the two. "You wait right here and I'll go and fix it." he sighed as if this happened all the time. And with that he walked into the class, grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt and dragged him off down the hallway. I stayed put. Something told me that it was better I do.

My heart is still pounding as they walk off. I  replay Kageyama's warning in my head a few times to get my heart rate and anger under control. Somehow words he said don't make as much of an impact as the soothingness of his voice playing over and over. I feel my anger drain away. Replaced by fear of the consequences of my actions. What would happen to me? Could Kageyama actually fix this? 

The pair returned a few mins later and the boy didn't say a word. He just went and sat down in his seat and stared at the wall. The class was as confused as I was. What did Kageyama do? I tried to ask him what happened but he ignored me. I soon gave up and went on with my day. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. 

Class was boring as hell and I soon dazed off into my own little world.