On Wednesday night, when they were both at home in their rooms, Hinata called Kageyama.

"Heey, Kageyama-kun, what's up?"

"What is it?" he said. "Why are you calling?"

"Bored. What are you doing?"

"Just—sitting here."

"Pff. Bet you're filing your nails."

"I"

"Hey did you see that new team poster on the board in homeroom? So cool."

"Yeah, I saw."

"Yachi-san always makes me look taller, which is really nice. She does a really good job."

"Mm."

"I hope we get to hang out with Suga and Daichi-san when they come next weekend."

"Did you finish the English homework?"

"Ahh, damn you Kageyama. I could've said I forgot and it would actually be true this time. Did you do it?"

"Half. I'll do the rest in the morning."

"Sure you will. You sleep too much in that class, she's gonna say something one of these times."

"How would you know if I'm asleep, you stare out the window the whole time."

"Well the gym's right outside, I want to see who's going in and out. And I don't do that all the time, you just happen to be awake on days I do…"

Kageyama lay back in bed and let his phone rest on the pillow, a few inches from his ear. The good thing about talking to Hinata was that he didn't need encouragement.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, there's another third year girl who likes you. She told Yachi-san, who told me not to tell you, but, she's not going to ask you out, apparently because you sleep too much in class and her parents don't want her with any 'lowlife.' Too bad for you, you volleyball idiot."

Kageyama smirked, since Hinata couldn't see him. Then he flinched.

Why was his hand in his pants?

He swore it had moved without his knowing, but why had it moved there?

"-but I told my mom three days early that I was going to Yamaguchi's. I'm never that responsible! But she forgot, and that wasn't my fault, and then, she didn't believe me when I told her that I already told her. So I had to do all the dishes, and Natsu always leaves a bunch of sauce on her plate, so when it gets in the water it's just gross…"

His hand went tighter, giving him a shocking reminder that it was still there. Why did he all the sudden have the urge to do it? And, he was getting more prepared every second.

Now he had no choice.

"-see Tanaka putting up the nets all by himself? I started to help but Ennoshita-san wouldn't let me…"

Hinata's voice moved up and down so much, that it was embarrassingly easy. But Kageyama couldn't focus on what he was actually saying. Not wanting him to get suspicious, he ventured a response.

"M hm."

Hinata laughed. "I knew you'd agree with him on that one."

Kageyama tensed.

"Yamaguchi said Tanaka-san got in trouble for it, even though he was just covering for him. I think the captain just wants to show him who's boss whenever he has the chance…"

He relaxed.

That was the fastest Kageyama had ever been, he was sure. He tried to push the thought away.

"-but anyway, I think I'll go now. The dean's observing class tomorrow so you better not fall asleep during it. Are you tired?" Hinata said.

"M, yeah."

"Kay, I'll see you at school. Goodnight Kageyama."

"Bye."

Kageyama did not sleep well.

At Thursday's practice the setter made four uncharacteristic errors, one of which sent Hinata full speed toward their manager. Some of the team grouped together to talk afterwards.

"He almost got Yachi killed," said Yamaguchi.

"I know!" Hinata squeaked.

"Did you see him almost miss that serve completely?"

"Heads up," Tanaka said as he passed. They stopped and turned.

"Hinata." Kageyama approached them. "Will you stay after?"

"Yeah sure. You could use the practice, huh?"

"Yeah."

Kageyama walked away, leaving him dumbfounded.

"I—I was just kidding."

"I sense danger, Shoyo," said Nishanoya. "Have fun."

As the gym was clearing out, Kageyama stood near the ball basket, but he didn't bring it out onto the floor. Hinata bounced up to him, but stayed ready to bounce back. Kageyama looked at him.

"I need to apologize to you."

Hinata looked horrified.

"Kageyama it's no big deal, I was kidding! Your tosses weren't bad, really, you know I would never complain about them, I'll always take what I can get"

"Will you shut up. Please. Listen."

Hinata eyed for a long moment. He clasped his hands in front of him, looking anxiously at the setter's stiff face. Kageyama looked at the ground and turned his body slightly away.

"Last night when you called, I—did something I shouldn't have."

Hinata had a strange hybrid look now, half absolute terror, half twisted pain. Kageyama continued.

"You—I was just listening to you talk, and it was no big deal, I—thought. But—I—I…"

He groaned, clapped a hand to his forehead, and turned farther from Hinata's direction.

"I—jerked off, Hinata. While you were on the phone."

Hinata's eyes went wide. Kageyama stood perfectly still and made no more sound.

"Uh—I, uh…So you felt guilty? I haven't seen you give many apologies."

"Yes. You get it, right?"

"Yeah, I think it's, uh, pretty clear." Hinata wrung his hands together. "I'm not—totally an idiot."

"I jerked off to your voice."

This time Hinata's jaw dropped.

"To my—my voice?"

"I don't know why. It just happened. It won't again, I swear."

Kageyama managed to rotate his body back toward him, but he didn't raise his eyes.

"Oh—Okay. Well."

"You can yell at me if you want."

"Ah—No."

Silence.

"Do you—want me to say something, like, accept your apology?"

"I'd rather you not say anything."

Hinata slapped his hand over his mouth. "K-Kay."

"And I actually—don't think I should practice with you for today, if that's okay."

Hinata's hand dropped. His eyes washed over hurt. He tried to recover as Kageyama glanced up.

"Kay," Hinata said.

"Kay. Bye, then."

Hinata turned and watched him walk past.

"B—Bye."