And then there was silence. Kageyama's heart was in his throat, and he couldn't breathe.
"Oh," said Hinata. "Oh. Oh."
And Kageyama stood there, awaiting the verdict.
Hinata stumbled back. His knees fell out from beneath him, and he sat down in the dirt. Kageyama stood hesitantly before extending a hand.
Ignoring it, Hinata gazed up into Kageyama's eyes. "You're kidding, right?"
He withdrew the hand slowly. "No."
"You're kidding."
Kageyama shook his head.
"Stop fucking with me." Kageyama's skin tingled as a cold breeze blew past. Hinata stared, intensely, unmoving, icily. A smile manifested on his face; a cruel, unforgiving sneer. Kageyama recoiled, his stomach as heavy as lead.
"Guys don't like guys," Hinata said, his voice treading on the brink of hysteria. "That's a sin. That's a disgrace. Kageyama, you're a disgrace. A disgrace. A mistake."
Kageyama was frozen. He leaned back as if to run away, but Hinata's commanding gaze kept him there. The boy pushed himself off the ground and slowly rose, and looked up into Kageyama's eyes.
"I trusted you Kageyama." The words pierced his heart. "I trusted you. Yet all this time, you've been lusting for me." He spat the words out. Then his tone became dangerous and quiet.
"It's a pity. If you'd kept quiet, we might've played together again."
Then Hinata picked his bag up from the ground and slung it around his shoulder, turned, and walked away.
It was five minutes before Kageyama could adjust his slipping bookbag back over his shoulder, turn around, and walk home.
