"I said I won't go"
Hinata Shouyou the one and only heir of the Hinata's household yelled incessantly, making weird wailing noises and wild gestures with his hands. Saturdays evening were not meant to be spent yelling and throwing objects at your butler, who, poor soul was only trying to get his job done, after all. Much less to say, said butler didn't appreciate his master's rant very well. He was shocked at first, but then he started panicking.
"Please Shouyou sama, try to understand my position,"
Suga the butler says with a forced smile, raising his hands in defeat. "Your parents had highly suggested you go to this meeting tonight, and if you only just get dressed you could save me the trouble of…"
"I said no." Hinata yells again, cutting off the poor butler, still steady on his decision. Dammit, that evening he was supposed to go and play volleyball with his friends. Hinata had planned this for the entire week, and now his butler was telling him his presence was being requested at one of those endless, boring meeting his parents always attended and that he hated so much. Why they wanted him to go to this meeting was absolutely unknown to him.
"Why my parents want me to go, anyway?" Hinata pouts widely. Suga puts on one of his best smiles. "I'm afraid that I can't answer this question, Shouyou sama"
"Why not?" Hinata asks with a curious arched brow.
"Well, I'm only a mere butler, your parents haven't told me anything about the matter." Suga says, matter of fact. Hinata scrunches his nose up, annoyance written all over his face. "The more reason for me to not go then" The teen huffs, and Suga pleads.
"Please Shouyou sama, don't be that way!"
"I said no way, and would you cut it with the 'sama'? We have known each other for so long that it feels weird you calling me that."
Suddenly the door of the room throws open, interrupting the two, and the slim, graceful figure of a woman around her forties shows up in all of her mighty looks.
Instinctively Suga bows down while Hinata goes stiff.
"M-mom" Hinata mumbles, a little shaken.
"Oh my dear, aren't you ready yet?" The woman says with a surprised yet annoyed tone, seeing his son still not properly dressed.
"Milady, I have been trying to get Shouyou sama to get dressed, but he won't listening to any reasoning."
Suga explains, feeling guilty for not being able to convince his little stubborn master. Mrs Hinata gives a stern look to his first born son, which needless to say, makes the teen shiver.
"You might retire now." She says sweetly to Suga, although her voice holds a tone of authority, "I'll knock some sense into my irreverent son myself."
Suga nods vehemently as he excuses himself and leaves undisturbed. After that, an awkward silence wraps around the room, and Hinata tenses up even more.
"Shouyou dear," the woman finally speaks. With her right hand she puts a strand of hair behind her ear. She sits on a side of Hinata's king-sized bed, patting the empty spot next to her, gesturing her son to sit down. Hinata does just that. He knew better than going against his mother's requests. Contrary to his father, who was an approachable and outgoing man, easy to talk to, his mother was very stoic and meticulous. Therefore, it wasn't easy for Hinata to refuse any of her demands. He couldn't even if he wanted to because the woman had a way of speaking with him that always put Hinata on edge. Hinata could never properly express his feelings to her, and this was the major obstacle of the complicated relationship he had with his mother. The way the woman always held herself in front of him just made everything harder, but in the end Hinata always came to an obvious conclusion. She was his mother, Hinata loved her, and deep inside he knew his mother, even though in her own way, loved him too.
He slowly pads forward and sits next to her, an expression of defeat plastered onto his face. The woman's gaze is serious, one of those gazes Hinata had learnt to know through the years and that he knew it was for the best to not ignore.
It takes all of Hinata's courage to look up into his mother fiery brown eyes as she continues speaking.
"You may not know this, but the future of our company entirely depends on this meeting."
"The future of our company?" Hinata repeats, looking at his mother in utter confusion.
"Yes dear, the Hinata's company is really important, and you as our first born son and only heir of the Hinata's company have to attend to this meeting. I hope you understand this."
The way the woman says the last sentence sends the umpteenth shiver down Hinata's spine. He narrows his eyes, trying to figure out what his mother words means, but to no avail. He wants to ask for explanations, but seeing her stoic, serious expression, Hinata opts not to, and instead replies with a rather unsure, "Yes mom, I do understand."
Truth to be told, Hinata was being meek about the matter simply because he really didn't have the sheer will to argue with his mother. The sooner he'd get over with this the faster he could go and play his -so beloved- volleyball.
Once she was sure she's got his consent the woman smiles fondly at him, and places a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Get dressed now, dear," she says as she strolls towards the door, stopping in front of it, "Your father and I will wait for you in the living room."
The door closes slowly behind her, and Hinata lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding until then. Halfheartedly, he reaches for his wardrobe to seek for something appropriate to wear for the occasion. From what he understood from his mother's speech it was an important meeting, so he surely had to wear something elegant in order to exceed his mother's expectations, even though Hinata would rather wear a simple t-shirt and shorts for all he cared. He scans through the several attires hanging on his wardrobe and chooses one at random.
"This will do." Hinata says as he exhales deeply, hoping to get quickly over this unwanted meeting. After changing, he goes downstairs where his parents are waiting for him. For a weird reason his father gives him a sympathetic look which Hinata fails to understand.
"Are you ready, Shouyou sama?" Suga asks, handing a black jacket for him to wear. Hinata nods but gives his butler a baffled look.
"It's chilly outside, dear," his mother chimes in, noticing her son's hesitation, "You'd better wear it."
Following his mother's suggestion, Hinata takes the jacket and puts it on.
"You look lovely dear!" his mother coos happily.
Then, without any further ado, they all step outside of the mansion and quickly get into their chauffeur driven car. Hinata rolls down the window of his back seat. Staring at the evening sky, he sighs, and he really hopes for the day to end as fast as possible.
"-"
It's exactly 6:15 pm when someone knocks at the door of Kageyama's room. As usual Kageyama is watching a DVD of a pro volleyball match he had rented in a store on his way home from school. Too concentrated on the TV screen, Kageyama doesn't hear the persistent knocking on the door. But when the door is abruptly shoved open, he jumps on his spot and he slowly turns his attention to the person standing in front of it. A scowl appears on his face.
"I guess his majesty wouldn't even do something so common like answering when someone's knocking at his door." Tsukishima the butler says, as he steps inside, his voice full of mockery.
Kageyama has to restrain a growl.
Of the two butlers, the Kageyama family had at its service, Daichi and Tsukishima, the latter was, in fact, the one Kageyama didn't like at all. He couldn't quite explain how the boy always had his ways to get on his nerves, but he did. Kageyama always wondered why his family had chosen him as a butler given his shitty personality, not like Kageyama himself was any better anyway. Surely Tsukishima had his own hidden talents, since he had earned the spot as butler in such an influential family as the Kageyama, but Kageyama couldn't really see nothing more than a face that constantly pissed him off.
"What do you want?" Kageyama asks brusquely after recomposing himself.
Tsukishima makes his way further inside the room, glaring at him.
"Rest assured that I wouldn't be here if I hadn't a good reason to." He replies subtly, making a mental note to demand a raise in his already horribly high salary because he had simply decided he couldn't stand to be at the service of the grumpy, spoiled Kageyama Tobio for such income.
"Your parents are requesting your presence downstairs in the dining room, king." He continues with an unfazed expression.
Kageyama clicks his tongue.
"What for?" he asks with a raised brow.
"Oh, I don't know." Tsukishima replies, making one of those twisted faces Kageyama hated the most. "Maybe they're just planning to conquer the secret treasure of the Indian lands and decided to send you as the commander of the expedition, or maybe they just decided to throw you off your throne. Either way will work to get rid of you." Tsukishima grins heavily as Kageyama twitches with anger. He just hated the way Tsukishima turned everything around just for the mere pleasure of mocking him.
"Enough with the bullshit." Kageyama says, trying to hold back not to strangle the blonde bastard.
"What they want me downstairs for?"
Tsukishima lets out a wistful sigh. He knows he should probably shuts his mouth and just carry on with his duties like a faithful servant would, but he just can't help teasing the other teen.
"A meeting, it seems." Tsukishima finally says, padding towards the exit, giving his shoulders to a baffled Kageyama.
"A meeting?" The black haired boy repeats. Tsukishima glances over his shoulder then, "Exactly, some important people are coming over in a while, so you better hurry and get dressed properly, king."
With that said, Tsukishima hurriedly opens the door and leaves, not willing to listen to any more questioning on Kageyama's part.
On the other hand, Kageyama is left staring at the door in doubt. A meeting meant an endless, boring talking about things he didn't give a shit about. And the only thing Kageyama considered not boring in this world was volleyball, and that was saying something.
He remembered that one time when his father brought him along with him to one of his business dinners. The way boredom clutched at him while that 'supposed friend' of his father talked non-stop about the increase of the Japanese taxes and the corrupted Japanese politicians, and honestly Kageyama couldn't care less about him startling over it to find a so-called treatment to stop the Japanese society from bleeding. Why would he care about that at his age anyway?
He sighs, running a hand through his black hair. Knowing his father there was no way he could avoid this meeting, so he deems it safe to get downstairs quickly to not anger his lovely parents. He changes his clothes into a more appropriate outfit, and five minutes later he's already in the living room. His father promptly pats him in the back, and Kageyama straightens up in reflex.
"Sit with us, Tobio" he says in a monotone, as he gestures his son to sit on the couch where his mother already sat. Kageyama does just that, internally screaming as he feels the tension fill the room. He is absolutely sure something's off. He can feel it from the way both of his parents glance at him.
He decides, however, to not voice his thoughts because they would only bring to a clash of opinions, and Kageyama was not up for it. Not that evening at least.
"So, as Tsukishima kun surely told you earlier," his father speaks up again and Kageyama tenses up even more, "we're going to have some important guests," he pauses making heavy eye contact with his son, "and your mother and I just want to make sure you welcome them properly."
Kageyama shifts on his seat, of course he would comply, was there any other way to avoid this meeting, after all?
"Can I ask what's this meeting for?" Kageyama speaks tentatively, and suddenly his mother perks up, a smile tugging on her lips,
"Oh Tobio dear, we'll explain everything once our guests are here." She chirps, while his father nods.
Upon hearing his mother's overly cheerful voice, Kageyama feels a familiar tightening in his stomach. He was now sure his family was definitely up to something, but he didn't have much time to mull over their odd actions, because the ringing of the doorbell echoed loudly in the house soon after, pulling Kageyama out of his thought.
Kageyama sees Daichi, the other butler, going towards the entrance with a fast pace, Tsukishima following suit.
"It's them, it's them!" Next to him his mother sounds excited as she jumps off of her seat, and Kageyama can't help but feel his stomach churn even more.
His father invites him to stand up as well. He obeys, and as he does so Kageyama damns this meeting seven ways to hell and back.
Just who the hell were these people that even his parents were so hyper about it?
Kageyama guessed he was about to find out soon.
"-"
The whole ride in the car, Hinata sighs, looking out of the window, and when from far away he sees another mansion, which seems slightly bigger than theirs, he just berates himself for not feigning sickness to keep him in bed.
When the car finally screeches to a halt, Suga steps out of the front passenger seat to open the door for them and they all quickly flood out of the car. They glance at the mansion that stretches out in front of them in all of its glory. Hinata notices its peculiar style, which contrary to the one of their old fashioned mansion, was surely not a Japanese style. Curiosity building up, he wonders what kind of people lived there. His thoughts, however, are immediately disregarded when a hand pats him on the back and a voice from behind him, which Hinata recognizes to belong to his father, tells him to stand up straight. Hinata does just that, tensing up in the process. At the same time his mother hurries ahead, stopping in front of the large wooden door, and after making sure everyone is behind her she readily rings the bell. Hinata swallows. For whatever reason he had an unsettling feeling about the matter, and he couldn't fathom why his mother and father were being so serious about a simple meeting.
"Mom," Hinata calls out to her, the woman turns just enough to look at him from the corner of her eyes.
"What is it, dear?"
"This is just a meeting, right?" Hinata asks, confusion gripping at him,
"Why are you and dad being so formal about it? I mean, I'll do whatever you will ask me to, but can we just get over it quickly?"
Beside him his father scoffs, giving him a look of dissent. His mother stares at him with a radiant smile spreading across her face instead.
"Sweetheart, this meeting will be good for you and the family. We can't just get over it quickly."
Hinata cocks his head on a side, looking blearily at her. He just doesn't understand how this meeting could possibly bring any good to him and his family. He needs explanations, but as he's about to ask more, the door suddenly opens in front of them, revealing a couple around their forties, besides them two butlers and a boy who all looked around his age. Hinata stares for a little while, enraptured from the moment. For an unknown reason though his eyes fall upon the boy who Hinata pondered was the son of the couple. He had smooth black hair, which fell around his face, the colour of his eyes were of a deep blue, quite odd for a native Japanese, Hinata notices. Kageyama stares back with an unfazed expression, or at least he tries, given the way his upper lip curls upward upon discovering that the important guests his parents were waiting for were normal people. Well, aside the fact that the boy who was staring at him right now had orange hair, but this was beside the point.
Kageyama had expected these guests to be, maybe, some fat business men, not a family with a kid and butlers at its service. His line of thoughts is interrupted when his mother enthusiastically greets the other couple and beckons them to come in.
"Tobio dear." Kageyama's mother securely rests both of her hands on her son shoulders, "This is the Hinata family," she says with a bright smile. Then she gracefully points at Hinata, "and this is their son…"
"Hinata Shouyou" Hinata readily interrupts, bowing down in sign of respect as he introduces himself. His mother stands next to him with a satisfied smile on her face. She was glad that all of those 'bon-ton' lessons she had gave her son, paying the most capable teachers, had bear its fruit, and now Shouyou was demonstrating her that with his impeccable polite manner. Needless to say, she was quite proud of him right now.
"Kageyama Tobio." Kageyama bows down as well, introducing himself to the Hinata family. "Nice to meet you all."
After the quick introductions, the guests remove their shoes by the front door and then they all pad into the living room, sitting on the table where dinner would have been served soon. The butlers of both families stand behind their respective owners. Daichi, though, sees the Hinata's butler, Suga, glancing at him, and then quickly averting his eyes, probably for the embarrassment of having been caught staring. A flush, that Daichi can't explain, creeps up his neck.
"It's really a honour to have you here." Mrs Kageyama says then, being the first to initiate conversation. Mrs Hinata smiles broadly at her, and by the time dinner is served, the two women are fervently talking about a rare disease which usually affects only women. Apparently Mrs Hinata was the director of one of the biggest hospitals in Japan, and from the turn the conversation had taken, it was easy to tell the woman was more than proud about it.
"And so this is really the biggest problem because a third of the population who is diagnosed with this rare disease is women over 40" The woman was saying, her eyes sparkling as if she had discovered a new land. "Oh Mrs Hinata, you sure know your job very well!" Mrs Kageyama compliments her, gracefully bringing a hand to her mouth, as a smile dawns on her lips.
Kageyama idly wondered how his mother could even go along as if she actually understood anything about medicine. Or why his father didn't try to stop his wife endless talking by knocking some sense into her, but then he remembered that his father was a businessman and as such he had grown accustomed to listen to long, boring talks about subjects that were not of his interest. Kageyama can't blame his mother though. If anyone would talk to him about volleyball he'd surely do the same.
He rolls his eyes in utter boredom, he still doesn't understand the meaning of this meeting, or why his parents had urgently requested his presence when they were only talking about adults matters (if those could be called adults matter anyway) that didn't concern him in the slightest. He sighs, letting the endless conversation between the two women falls on deaf ears, and as he does so he lets his eyes rest on the boy in front of him. He notices him playing with his chopsticks, absentmindedly pushing the left overs of his food on a side of his plate. A bored expression etched on his face. Kageyama figured the boy was as bored as he himself was. It was no news; any kid their age would after all. Kageyama feels his body go tense when Hinata suddenly averts his eyes from his plate to meet his. Big brown eyes are looking up at him curiously now, and Kageyama's first impulse is to look away. But when Hinata slightly smiles at him Kageyama is totally taken aback.
'Cute' is the first word that comes up to his mind, berating himself soon after for such ridiculous thought. He wants to smile back, he really wants to, and he really wants to be kind and polite as his parents had requested, but all it comes out of his lips is a grunt followed by a click of his tongue and a 'tch' that leaves the other boy utterly confused. He had done it again unconsciously, Kageyama grits his teeth, looking away, but even so he can still feel the stare of the other boy on him. Seriously he should just stop staring like that, he made him feel uncomfortable. On the other side, Hinata is still confused. He had tried to be nice as his mother had asked of him, and all he got in response was a totally not polite reaction. Maybe Mr grumpy can't smile. Hinata thinks since the boy had this somehow scary aura which seemed to surround him at all times.
"Tobio dear" Mrs Kageyama says, snapping them both out of their line of thoughts.
"Yes mom?" Kageyama replies, a little startled.
"Why don't you show your room to Hinata kun?" The woman continues with a vicious smile plastered on her face. Too bad Kageyama couldn't read through it. "We adults have to talk about some important matters here, so you kids just go and enjoy yourselves for a while."
Kageyama screamed mentally. A part of him was utterly annoyed at the unfold of events, his parents still hadn't explained properly to him what the point of this meeting was, and now his mother was asking him to bring this kid he had just met to his room. The other part of him though was glad to skip on that boring, 'adult' conversation they were having. So, a bit reluctant, Kageyama slowly stands up from his seat, politely inviting Hinata to go upstairs with him, and the latter, after receiving proper permission from his parents as well, gladly accepts his polite invite. They both excuse themselves, Kageyama leading the way as Hinata follows him silently.
Before closing the door of the living room though, Kageyama could hear his and Hinata's parents giggle at them behind their backs. Maybe they were only getting crazier, or maybe he was seeing too much into things. Whatever it was he decides to let it slide and focus his attention on his task.
Showing someone his room was surely not something Kageyama was used to, not even his friends had ever been inside his room, not like Kageyama had many friends to begin with.
They quickly pass through a long corridor. Hinata's footsteps are the only thing that makes Kageyama sure of the other's presence behind him. Kageyama stops abruptly when he reaches the door of his room, and after giving Hinata a consent look he surreptitiously opens the door and let them in.
As soon as Hinata is inside he lets out a huge sigh of relief.
"Ah man! That dinner was boring." Hinata says nonchalantly, stretching himself as if no one was looking at him. "No offense, the food was good, but the talk, not really."
Kageyama is caught off guard by the complete change of attitude in the boy's demeanour, and all he can do is staring at him in utter confusion. Was this kid really so chatty? Kageyama pondered.
"My mother can be quite the chatty type when she starts talking about her business, so I'm even surprised your parents even put up with it." Hinata continues, as if that was the most natural thing to say. Kageyama curls his upper lip incredulous as he listens to him.
"All of this meeting deal had me nervous because my parents wouldn't tell me what it was about, but I guess I was kind of relieved when I discovered you were a normal family."
Hinata says, clumsily scratching the nape of his neck, a small smile tugging at his lips. When he hears no response from the other though, Hinata inches closer, peering intently at Kageyama's face, who seemed lost somewhere in his mind. Unconsciously, he brings his hand up to Kageyama's lips, and with a swift movement he presses them together between his thumb and index finger, pinching them several times before innocently looking Kageyama in the eye and say,
"Whoaaa! Why are your lips always in a pouting mode? You know you should try to smile more."
The moment realization hits the back of Kageyama's mind, his eyes widen considerably, snapping eagerly at Hinata's gesture. Seriously? Wtf was that? How could that boy get so close to him and touch him as if it was not a big deal? No one ever did. Well, aside his mother when she pinched his cheeks sometimes.
"Wtf you think you're doing, dumbass?" Kageyama shouts, catching Hinata violently by the collar of his shirt, glaring darts at him. The glare seems to work effectively because Kageyama sees the other's face blanch in pure fear.
"W-wait d-don't get angry." Hinata stutters, as he tries to find the proper words to get him out of the dangerous situation. "I was only wondering why you look always so grumpy."
"Shut up." Kageyama yells, suddenly letting go of him and making him stumble backwards. "This is none of your damn business."
Hinata stares at him annoyed, as he tries to fix his rumpled shirt's collar. "Well yeah, sorry for thinking you might be better off smiling."
Something stirs inside Kageyama's stomach. Something akin to butterflies maybe, he's not sure. He quickly breaks eye contact with Hinata, pouting again,
"It would be even worse if I tried to smile, trust me."
Hinata looks at him with a questioning look before pointing his index finger at him and exclaiming,
"Ah! see? You're doing that thing with your lips again. How do you even do that?"
"Wtf? Stop staring at my lips." Kageyama turns towards him accusingly, "It feels weird."
"Weird? How's that weird?" Hinata asks, knitting his brows together in question, thinking that the only weird thing was the way Kageyama curled his upper lip.
Kageyama resists the urge to bring his hands over his face. There was no way this boy could be so dense.
"Dumbass, since when staring at someone else's lips is normal? Beside we are both boys and we just met on top of that."
"Oh!" Hinata exclaims, as realization dawns on him, "But Kageyama san," he sarcastically adds the honorific to his name, "Since you're saying that it's you making that weird."
"What? Stop saying weird shit like that."
"Fine, then I'll stare into your eyes." Hinata says, crossing his arms over his chest with an unreadable expression on his face. Kageyama grunts in utter annoyance.
"What the hell? Are you serious? What are you staring at my eyes for now?"
"They are blue, and that's weird." Hinata says simply.
Kageyama stares at him in absolute bewilderment now, not knowing if he had to get angry or just laugh at the boy's ridiculousness.
"Well, you are Japanese and your hair is orange, what's your point?" Kageyama says subtly when he sees yet again Hinata's expression change completely, and his eyes sparkling in the process.
"Whoooohaa! Is that a volleyball on your bed?" Hinata almost shouts, euphoric as he rushes to the bed, launching himself at it to get hold of the ball. This time is Kageyama's turn to arch his brows questioningly.
"Don't tell me you play volleyball too?" Hinata asks with a smile that lights up his whole face.
"I do." Kageyama replies still stunned, joining him on the bed where Hinata had already made himself comfortable without even asking for permission.
"Wooooo" another yell escapes Hinata's lips, and Kageyama has to restrain himself not to shut his mouth by covering it with his own hand.
"I can't believe it. I play volleyball too."
"Dumbass, don't shout." Kageyama reprimands before his brain has the time to process Hinata's words.
"Wait, what? You play too?" he asks, incredulity lacing his voice. Hinata looks slightly offended by the way Kageyama says that.
"Hey, don't look down on me just because I'm not that tall."
"I'm not, idiot." Kageyama reassures him. "What position?" He then asks, and Hinata perks up at the question.
"I'm a middle blocker." he says, making a quick movement with his hand in the air.
"A middle blocker?" Kageyama repeats, utterly incredulous now.
Under his stare of disbelief Hinata feels a knot on his stomach. If there was something he hated the most it was to be underestimated as volleyball player. So, before he can even think about his own action he turns aggressively towards him and this time it's Kageyama being pulled by the collar of his shirt, with the only difference that Hinata pushes him hard against the bed, straddling him before shouting furiously,
"Don't you dare looking down on my position." He glares at him, a serious expression donning his face. Kageyama had to wonder which position because the one they currently were in was sure uncomfortable and well, embarrassing too.
"I'm not." he replies instead with a serious tone.
"You better." Hinata huffs, a little calmer now.
"So, what position?" Hinata asks him this time, not realizing he is still on top of him. But once he becomes aware of the awkward position his action had led to he can't help but make fun of the situation, "Well, unless you like this position?" He says in a fit of giggles and Kageyama's face turns slightly red, as he forcefully pushes Hinata off of him and instantly reverses their position. Now it's Kageyama hovering over him, pinning both his hands against the bed with an intimidating aura.
"I'm a setter, dumbass."
Kageyama says with a tone that underlined how much proud he was of his position. (The setter one of course not the one he was in right now.)
"Uhm, I see. Then you must be good with your hands." Hinata says, grinning at him as he tries to free himself from his deadly grip.
"You little." Kageyama tightens his grip even more as Hinata writhes beneath him, feeling the heat of Hinata's body against his and his soft breath gusting over his face. Kageyama is not sure what he was trying to accomplish. It's just that the boy riled him up so much that he couldn't even explain the reasons of his odd behaviour. He was acting that way because he had to shut him up somehow, that was the only plausible explanation he could give himself. When he raises Hinata's arms above his head though and sees his shirt rolls up his stomach, exposing white skin, he feels a weird tingling sensation spreading slowly from his lower abdomen and throughout his body. Kageyama can't explain this either.
They both stare at each other for a while until Hinata speaks again, breaking the silence.
"Hey Kageyama san, do you have a girlfriend?"
Kageyama is silent for a minute, trying to decipher Hinata's sudden question.
"What kind of question is that?" he says at last, as he lets go of Hinata and rolls on his side, staring up at the ceiling. Freed from Kageyama's grip Hinata rubs his sore wrists, partly to alleviate the pain and partly to busy himself with something.
"I dunno. I just figured you might have one since you look pretty cool, and you are tall too."
"I don't have one." Kageyama states firmly, no hitting around the bushes.
"Aha, must be your grumpy face then." Hinata says, grinning but with no malice in his tone.
"Oi" Kageyama snaps although his voice doesn't have any hint of anger, "Then what about you? Do you have one?"
"That would be impossible." Hinata says with a hint of sadness that doesn't go unnoticed by Kageyama.
"My parents had been explicit about finding me a wife in the future." Hinata sighs, "I guess being the only heir of a big CEO company isn't as easy as one may think it is. To be honest I'd really hate to marry someone I don't like. I'd really do."
Kageyama was not sure why they were having this conversation, but he could sympathize with him. Hinata was right; being what they were was not easy even if others thought otherwise. Because what could a rich kid of good family want more than that, right?
He turns slightly towards him as he sees Hinata doing the same so that now they were face to face. Kageyama takes in Hinata's every expression, observing the way his mouth tilts in worry as he speaks of his hated fate.
"Wouldn't you hate it too, Kageyama?" Hinata asks with a serious tone, staring at him with such intensity that made Kageyama feel at loss.
"Of course I'd hate it. I'd hate it a lot." he says, averting his eyes and looking back at the ceiling. From his peripheral of vision he can see Hinata nodding fervently though.
"Well but, I don't care much right now,"
Hinata then adds, his eyes spark of a different light, "Because I have volleyball."
This time is Kageyama nodding fervently at his statement. That was true indeed, they had volleyball, so who cared about the rest as long as they could play the sport they loved?
"Come to think of it," Hinata interrupts the brief silence, "I wonder why our parents were so obstinate about having us at this dinner."
"Who knows?" Kageyama says, thinking that maybe it was only a way for them to talk undisturbed about business longer than they wanted to with the excuse of having their kids chilling around with each other. His thoughts come to an abrupt end when someone knocks at the door. Almost immediately they both perk up from the bed into a sitting position, panicking as they had been doing something bad, which was not the case.
"Come in." Kageyama replies soon after and Daichi opens the door just enough to peek through it, giving them a serious glance before speaking. "Tobio sama, your parents are requesting both of your presence downstairs." Kageyama tilts his head; obviously his parents had done talking about their dumb, boring business matter. He gives Daichi a light nod, telling him they'd be downstairs shortly, and Daichi excuses himself after that. Left alone in the room again, Kageyama and Hinata look at each other in slight doubt before Kageyama strolls towards the door and they both direct downstairs, ignoring what was waiting for them.
They pass through the same corridor, not in silence though because this time Hinata's loud voice echoes loudly through it as he enthusiastically talks about volleyball, Kageyama even had to hush him a couple of times before reaching downstairs. When Kageyama finally opens the door of the living room, a chill passes through his spine upon seeing his and Hinata's parents with an eerie smile all over their faces.
"Did you enjoy yourselves?" Kageyama's mother asks.
"Oh yes! We talked a lot, and we even found out we have the same passion for volleyball." Hinata says with that cheerful tone he always had whenever the sport was mentioned. For a reason Kageyama couldn't fathom his mother seemed very satisfied with Hinata's reply.
"Oh dear, did you hear?" Mrs Hinata chimes in then, turning to her husband, " They already get along" her husband simply nods, smiling lightly.
"They get along indeed." Mrs Kageyama adds as her smile widens even more, "I guess we will have no problems preparing the wedding." She concludes.
"Wedding?" Kageyama asks confused," Is someone getting married?"
"You and Hinata of course." his mother says calmly although she was stating the most obvious thing.
In a second of a fraction the room goes completely and utterly silent. No one moves for a long while. Kageyama's breath still and his body goes numb as he learns about this new piece of information.
"You mean you organized this without telling me?" Kageyama asks, voice filled with terror, hands shaking.
"Bye" he says, as he tries to flee from the room. Too bad his butler Daichi readily stops him, catching him by the collar of his shirt. Kageyama just wished to be dead, or rather to kill someone, preferably Tsukishima because he could swear the bastard was laughing under his breath.
"Tobio" his father's stern voice brings Kageyama back to his senses; "I don't tolerate such foolish behaviour. This is not what I expected from you after what I have taught for 15 years. "
Kageyama clenches his teeth and fists his hands in anger. How could his father say such a thing when they were the ones at fault?
"How can you say that? You and mom organized this in secret." Kageyama shouts at the top of his lungs, "Do you realize we are both boys?" To make his point he turns towards Hinata who until then had not uttered a word.
"Hey Hinata, say something too." Kageyama says, but the words die in his throat when he sees Hinata's expression. Was it only his imagination or Hinata was blushing? But why was that idiot blushing? Kageyama asks himself as a hundred thoughts goes through his mind.