So.... heyyyy... i'm back! After much- thought (??) I've decided to return to writing this. My issues irl have been fixed, most of them at least. I have so many ideas to keep writing too! So you'll be getting more effort (since now I also have a computer!.... And grammarly)
As always...
- Thoughts
"- Speech
*-Actions (or I'll say it)
(DOP-1•12•22)
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Kenma's POV:
That. Fucking. Kageyama.
Did he really hurt my Shoyō like that? I mean, I know he's not mine. I'm not one to be possessive, but he had the nerve to hurt him; that's enough to put him on my blacklist.
I have an idea, something that'll serve as payback against that b*tch. It might sound crazy, but if it's to help Shō? I'll gladly do it.
*The older boy released the ginger from the hug* "Hey.... Shoyō. This may be weird, but can I take a picture of the scrapes...?"
The younger boy looked up at me. His eyes were glossy, but bright. "Why would you want to?" Oh... maybe it's too weird, I'll just explain it. Hopefully he'll agree, he's not one to judge. Right?
"Oh. just in the case that the..... setter.... does anything. So you could- maybe- show your team or something..." *The setter looked Hinata in his eyes* Usually I'd hate eye contact.... but this might intensify my point.
"Hmmm.... I guess that makes sense, I don't think I'll tell them yet, just to keep the tensions low... I also don't want Kageyama to get hurt because of one problem. He's still my friend." Right. That word. Friend... was I a friend to him? I feel like- well, he makes me feel different that all the people I'd normally call my "friends".
It's comparable to how I felt when I had a crush on Kuroo; this time being just a tad more intense.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd still think of him like that." I spoke in a monotone. The notion obviously bugging me to an extent.
*The redhead chuckled, his smile beaming once again* "When you say it like that it makes you seem jealous, Ken-ken."
I could feel a small blush creep up my face. Hah! jealous. that's funny, i'm not the type to get jealous. *I roll my eyes at Shoyo*
"I'm not jealous, I just don't get how you could still want to be friends with him after he did that."
"I don't know... he's just been one of my only good friends since I started high school. I'd rather keep them than lose him over something dumb like this." He seemed sincere in saying this. I just don't understand. I guess we're just two different type of people, his naive nature and energy is what drew me to him in the first place.
"It's not dumb," I mumbled under my breath, barely audible.
"Hm? what did you say?" the younger of the two questioned, tilting his head to the side.
Somehow, that made him look even cuter than he already was. He was like a puppy.
I perked up, realizing what I said. Ugh, I need to stop doing that. I quickly thought up a response, "O-oh! um, I said 'can I take the pictures now?'" nervously, I fiddle with the strings of my hoodie.
*The decoy nodded*
"Okay- here." Gently, I held Shoyo's arm. I looked up at him for approval. He nodded. I delicately lifted his sleeve; I didn't know what to expect.
Well, that is certainly not what I was thinking. His arms were wrapped with bandages.
"Can I unwrap them?" I questioned.
"Mhm, just be gentle."
(Get your mind out of the gutter! Gosh, children now a days. You know, when I was a kid we wore Justice leggings, sparkles and watched Blues Clues)
I unwrapped his arms. My eyes widened at the purple bruises, cuts, and scrapes that sprinkled his lower arm. I grazed my fingers over them.
"Ow! Geez, warn me first!" Shoyo whimpered.
"Okay, okay. Sorry, i'll just take the pictures now."
I grabbed my phone, holding Sho's forearm in my hand. I took a few pics, then putting my phone away. I got up and went to a drawer in my desk.
Hinata's POV:
Kenma's acting weird, well, weirder than usual. He's pretty weird already, but I like that about him. Anyways, he's been quieter and mumbling and he seems jealous and stuff. Hmmmm how odd.
Wait why is he getting up?
"Ken-Kennnn! what are you doingggg." I tilted my head staring at him as he crossed his room to his desk.
"I'm just grabbing new bandages"
"Wait! You have bandages in your room!? *0*" Why would he have bandages? I mean, he does play volleyball, but no offense to him.... he doesn't really put the most amount of effort into it hehe.
"Kuroo used to get hurt all the time, I also play volleyball. Did you forget? Im betting you got those bandages you were wearing for volleyball too."
Uh! sassy Kenma. "Okayyy calm down child, I was just asking."
*The pudding haired boy walked back to the bed and started treated the shorters wounds, since he so haphazardly cleaned them earlier*
Ah! my least favorite part of the process, the cleansing alcohol. It always stings and hurts.
"Owie! Kenma! the alcohol stings." I whined.
He looked at me, sighing.
"Sho, your wounds aren't going to heal if they aren't cleaned properly. Plus, they could get infected."
I pout, another monotonous reply. Come on, he can't be mad at me, right? I've done nothing. Was I annoying him with the whining about my issues. Oh god, I sure hope not.
"Kenma?"
"Hm?"
"Did I do something? Are you mad at me? You're acting kinda.... annoyed?" I utter in a soft tone.
Kenma stopped wrapping my arm. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with worry.
"W-what? Gosh! no, i'm not- why would I be- I'd never be annoyed by you, Sho."
I could see panic filling his eyes. He looked nervous, like he just said something horribly wrong.
"Then, what's wrong. I don't want you to get nervous; you're just acting a little cold since I mentioned Kags."
Oh.....
"I.... Shoyo, I can't say it right now, but I promise that i'll tell you by the end of the weekend."
He smiled nervously, he then went back to wrapping my arms. Once we finished we decided to watch a movie. Kenma had a TV in his room and he had Netflix, so we could watch whatever we wanted.
It was about 30 minutes into the movie we chose and everything started to go fuzzy around me.
Kenma's POV:
"Hey Sho, what do you want to do when this movie is fin-"
I look towards him, but he fell asleep.... on my shoulder.
That's normal, that's fine. I'm fine, we're good. Omg, i'm not good. Am I blushing??? I hope i'm not. I mean falling asleep on someones shoulder is normal, right? Kuroo used to fall asleep on me all the time. Why is my heart beating so fast, ahhh okay! I'm fine. I'll just.... Put him under the blanket and turn off the movie, that'll be fine.
*The setter picked up the younger. Pulling aside the blanket, he layed the limp Hinata on the bed. Before he could back away he noticed the gingers arm was grappling onto his own; almost like it didn't want to let go*
"oh no...", I muttered.
Shit, what am I gonna do now? I don't wanna risk waking him up. I think my only option is to sleep with him.... or, in the same bed as him.
A bit embarrassed, I climbed into the bed. Shoyo was still clinging to my arm so I ruffled his hair and pulled the blanket over us.
All I could do was stare at the ceiling until my eyes got heavy.... and I slowly started to drift away.
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OH. MY. GOSH. GUYS. I actually wrote a chapter?? I've never heard of such a thing! Any who, I mean what can I say (except you're welcome ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) no. But... like, I hope you liked it? Was it worth the.... 6 month long wait! I sure hope so!
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