Before I start with the story, I'd like to thank you for reading it :) I enjoy writing it a lot too. English isn't my native language, so I might not notice some little mistakes (Because I THINK I'm using grammar correctly). If you find anything, feel free to let me know and I'll change it up. Have a nice day!
Chapter 1: Kageyama's POV
"Oi, dumbass" What the hell do you think you're doing?!" With a soft thud the ball fell to the floor, after Hinata failed for the umpteenth to hit any of my tosses today.
The redhead stood silently in front of me, hanging his head. I knew shouting wouldn't help anyone, but I just couldn't care less at that moment. While grabbing him by the collar I screamed angrily: "It's time for you to spill, dumbass! What's wrong with your attitude and volleyball lately?! If you don't do something about it soon, I won't send you any more tosses!"
With those words I let go of him and stomped away towards the changing room. Even though Sugawara-San tried to stop me, I decided to simply ignore it. It's not like this was the first time Hinata messed up during training, yet it irritated me to no end because lately, it happened all the time.
Everything started exactly two weeks ago. For some reason, the otherwise so lively and noisy redhead had become unusually quiet from one day to the next. I often caught him deep in thought, even in class, he quietly stared out of the window more than he did before. His strange behaviour dragged on to practice. Apparently the other guys on our team noticed how strange he acted too. Hinata lacked his usual energy and concentration, missed his spikes and my tosses a lot more and seemed to move around kind of stiff. However, that could also be my imagination. Hinata kept quiet, whenever someone tried to get him to talk. He only averted his gaze and made up one strange excuse after another.
But why wouldn't he open up though? I thought we became close over the months we played volleyball! Does he think otherwise? I don't even understand why that bothers me that much in the first place! What's the point in worrying about that dumbass anyway? Maybe I should watch him more closely from now on, since he won't tell me anything. I guess this will have to do for now.
Shortly after that little argument we didn't manage to practice properly so the captain decided to wrap things up for the day. Today it's my turn to clean up the hall along with Hinata. He seemed to feel pretty down, so I decided to check up on him and apologize for earlier.
"Hey, Hinata. Are you okay?"
He flinched at my words and stammered: "N-No, I'm fine. Sorry for messing up, Kageyama!" He bowed his head down, obviously blaming himself for my angry outburst.
"Raise your head. You don't have to apologize, you did nothing wrong. I'm the one who should apologize though. My emotions got the better of me, so I'm sorry for yelling." The redhead looked up and gave me one of his big signature smiles, which always seemed to rattle my heart. I averted my gaze, feeling a slight blush creeping up my face and got back to cleaning up. Hinata did the same and so we wrapped it up pretty soon. After we locked up the club, we went our way back home together like always. We only exchanged a few words, before parting ways. Even now I noticed that Hinata was acting strange: his smile and laughter was forced and his movements seemed rather stiff again. Was practice getting to him? Or was it something entirely different? Asking him didn't get me any answers, so I just said my goodbye and went home. I couldn't help myself from looking back to him a couple of times, feeling slightly worried for some reason.
