Apologies for the failed upload, here's the second try! ^.^
"Oh."
Loud, annoying, repetitive, a blaring noise sounded from Hinata's phone. Eyes shooting open, he quickly fumbled with the device, trying to turn off the alarm, but he was too slow; Suga and Kenma had woken up, too.
"Ugh… Hinata, why so early? It's like… 5:30am." Suga groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palms. Hinata rubbed the back of his neck, sitting up in bed. He had the bottom bunk, but his height meant he didn't even need to duck to sit up straight.
"Sorry!" Hinata apologised, "I wanted to be up early and get some extra practise in." The calendar pinned on their wall showed that it was Monday, so they had classes.
"Well, seeing as you've woken me up, I guess I'll join you." Suga mumbled through a yawn, whilst kicking off his duvet, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Hinata found Suga's style quite feminine for a boy - his nightwear included a large, rose pink jumper and pastel blue shorts; he also wore fluffy socks to bed, claiming his feet froze otherwise. From the bed above, Kenma made a noise, before poking his head over to look down at Hinata.
"I'll come too."
So, after they all got changed, the three boys made their way through the yard, going to one of the various studios. Mist entwined with the air, and soft drizzles came and went. Upon entering the studio, Hinata, Suga and Kenma realised they were not the only ones there. Curious, Hinata peered around the door, seeing two new faces:
Two boys, one taller and more muscular, the other with a slight frame. The taller one had an unnatural silver hair colour, spiked back (in Hinata's opinion, he looked like he'd been struck by lightning), whereas the other boy had short hair as black as night, with eyes equally dark.
When he noticed Hinata, the lightning-struck one gasped, turning to the other boy with avid excitement.
"Akaashi! I've never seen him before!"
"Me neither, Bokuto-San, but please calm down. You're bouncing."
It was true, the taller of the two - apparently named Bokuto - was rocking back and forth on his feet, hands gripped together in front of his stomach.
"Um… hello." Suga hesitated, having been listening to the conversation with Hinata. Kenma had gone to get changed, leaving introductions for later.
"OOOh Akaashi! I've heard about this guy!" Bokuto continued, pointing at Suga, before running over. "Are you Koushi Sugawara-san?" He asked, voice seeping awe.
"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you!" Suga smiled, holding out a hand to shake. Bokuto gasped again, quickly grasping Suga's hand and shaking it manically.
"AKAASHI. Akaashi he's shaking my hand!" He called over his shoulder to dark-eyed boy, who walked over more calmly.
"Please be quiet." Said the dark-eyed boy, or, Akaashi. "You're probably terrifying Sugawara-San here."
"No, no! It's, uh, fine?" Suga said, clearly confused. Hinata butted in, wanting to introduce himself, as well.
"I'm Hinata Shouyou - how do you know Suga?" He asked, having to crane his neck in order to meet the eyes of Bokuto and Akaashi.
"Hey there! I'm Bokuto Koutarou, and this is my partner-"
"Akaashi Keiji." Cut in Akaashi, voice quiet and settled in comparison to Bokuto's. "We know Sugawara-san from Tooru."
Hinata and Suga shared a quick glance, before Suga looked back to Akaashi, silently asking for a further explanation. However, Bokuto intercepted the conversation, elaborating on what Akaashi had said.
"Oikawa-san has told us all about you; how you can go en pointe, and how you're the best ballerina there is here, other than him, of course!" When Suga gave no response, Bokuto continued. "Aren't you and Oikawa friends?"
"I don't think they are..." Hinata said, giving Suga a questioning look. Though, what met him gave the small boy a surprise. "Hey, Suga? Are you okay?" He asked, for the ashen-haired boy's face had turned a rather vibrant shade of scarlet, and he had a hand over his mouth. Before anyone could say anymore, Suga turned and left, mumbling something about needing to see Daichi.
Bokuto, Akaashi and Hinata stood in silence, as if waiting for something else to happen. After a minute, Hinata shook his head, returning to reality.
"What… just happened?" He asked, visibly unsure. Bokuto squinted, rubbing his chin, as if searching for an answer. Akaashi sighed, stretching before speaking.
"We should return to practising, Bokuto-san. Hinata, will you be joining us?" He asked kindly. Just as Hinata was about to respond, Kenma entered the room. He was dressed in a black, short-sleeved shirt and some orange leggings, prepared to practise ballet.
"Where's Suga?" He asked nervously, eyeing Bokuto and Akaashi, who had gone back to the opposite side of the room to resume practise. Hinata quickly recapped what had happened, and Kenma frowned.
"Why did he go see Daichi?" He asked quietly, just as confused as Hinata. The orange-haired boy gave a shrug, before going to change clothing as well.
Kageyama brushed his teeth slowly, rinsing his mouth with the freezing water. He felt one of his teeth protest to the cold, and quickly spat the liquid out. He had just over an hour before his first class, which was dance with the rest of the A Class. Apparently, they were going to be trying tap, a dance style that Kageyama was already very familiar with. After drying his hands, the young boy grabbed his coat, deciding to take an early walk on a chilly Autumn day such as this.
Hands in pockets, the tall boy made his way down the three flights of stairs in order to get to ground level (his room was on the third floor, alongside the other A and S Class students), and saw the receptionists hard at work, typing noises emitting from their desk. Suddenly, the cold air bit at his face, giving Kageyama a surprise when he exited the building, but he continued on his walk, simply pulling his coat up, doing the top button. Whilst he was wandering around, a certain someone just happened to spot him.
"Aha! Tobio-chan!" Called this 'someone', and Kageyama turned to see Oikawa Tooru, waving and grinning in the most annoying way possible as he made his way over.
"Good morning Oikawa-san." He mumbled into his coat, begrudgingly. "Why are you out here? It's freezing."
"I could ask the same of you." Oikawa mentioned, beginning to walk in-stride with Kageyama. "So, Tobio-chan." He chirped. "How are things?
"Um… fine?" Kageyama muttered, utterly confused. "Why are you asking? Since when did you care if I was fine?"
Though they never spoke of it, Oikawa and Kageyama had once been friends, in middle school. Their parents were friendly, so, naturally, the boys had to meet. However, as time went on, a rift grew between them, and now they were somewhat on 'bad terms'. An event had occurred in their final Summer before high school, and now everything was different.
"Oh, I'm just making polite conversation. Don't think I'm too bothered about the answer." Oikawa responded. His voice was not unfriendly, but Kageyama felt a dark undertone, and he shivered, but not from the cold. "Tobio, are you friends with Shrimpy and his pretty friend?" Oikawa asked, turning to look at Kageyama from the side. The raven-haired boy frowned, locking eyes with Oikawa and raising a thin brow.
"Who's Shrimpy?"
"The little bouncy ginger one."
"Oh, Hinata." Kageyama confirmed. "No, I don't think we're friends… we just know each other a little bit."
"But what about the other one." Oikawa pushed. "The one with the mole under his eye."
"Oh, Sugawara-san. I know him, too. But… why are you asking?" Kageyama couldn't shake his suspicion as to why Oikawa was asking so much, and he stopped in his tracks, waiting for the S Class boy to respond.
Oikawa kept walking.
"No reason."
Dance class!
Hinata was stretching with the others in the B Class, and, for once, he wasn't with Suga. (Suga was on the other side of the room with Daichi, and they were in a deep discussion, both of them looking incredibly serious). Today, Hinata and Kenma had decided to help each other warm up. Currently, they were doing the exercise in which one person leans forward, taking their partner's weight on their backs, and holding this position for a few seconds. Then, the other person does the same. Due to their similar heights, this was proving to be fairly easy, and, as Kenma was so small and light, Hinata could lift him without any trouble.
"Alright, class, gather round!" Called their dance coach, Ukai, clapping his hands together to get their attention. "Today, we're going to be doing the basics of tap dance. All the classes follow the same structure of lessons, but all of them proceed at different speeds." Hinata rocked on his feet - he was good at tap, it was his specialty. "Okay, everyone go to the changing rooms and grab your tap shoes. Don't dilly dally, now."
After returning, the coach, much to Hinata's surprise, also put on tap shoes, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
"To start, we're gonna try a basic move." He explained to the class. "It's called a 'shuffle', and it's probably the easiest dance move you could ever learn." Hinata beamed - he already knew the basics, and some of the more advanced moves. Ukai continued: "So, take your right foot. With the ball of your foot, push forwards, so the metal on the bottom brushes on the floor. Then, immediately, strike back." He made a swift movement - a brush and a strike. "Try it, come on." He urged. The class all began pushing their feet forwards and backwards, and everyone got it in an instant. "Great, that was easy. Let's do some more stuff."
"Next," Ukai said, pushing his fair hair back with one hand, "we will be doing a simple 'ball change'." Hinata saw Suga and Daichi, who were suddenly surprisingly immature, put their hands over their mouths to resist laughing at the name. "To do this," Ukai ignored them, "you have one foot in front of the other. Using only the ball of your foot, you go from the back to the front." He did an example. "It makes two noises: back, front. Someone try it-" Hinata raised his hand, volunteering. "Yes, Hinata, you do it for us."
Hinata placed his right foot further back than his left, and rocked backwards on the ball of his right foot. Swiftly, he put the weight to his first and back again.
"Exactly." Ukai commented, smiling at the short boy. "Now… Tsukishima, you try it." Almost reluctantly, the tall blond obliged, mimicking Hinata's steps. "Alright, everyone have a go, then we'll move on."
"This next move is also incredibly easy." Ukai said, but still with enthusiasm. "It's almost like doing a sexy walk but then stomping and ruining the moment." This got a few giggles from the class; even Kenma smiled. "So, to make you all feel awkward, I demand you have a partner for this activity." Kenma and Hinata quickly looked at each other, stepping a little closer so they didn't have to pair with anyone else. Ukai decided he would demonstrate the 'step-heel', as it was called. He started with a fairly normal tempo, putting down the ball of his foot, and then stomping down the heel. Whilst he did this, he had his hands on hips and shook his hips in a very exaggerated manner. Everyone laughed, but then they had to copy him, which they didn't find quite as funny. Actually, Hinata found it hilarious, and thoroughly enjoyed stomping around and making the loudest noises possible.
Finally, Ukai decided that was enough for today, and instructed the class to warm-down before taking their leave. Now, Hinata had a gap lesson, before he had to go to Maths (he hated maths). Sadly, Hinata was only in the B Class for dance. Academically, he was in the bottom class, and Suga and Kenma were in the best. So, now he had a lesson with lots of people he didn't really know. But first, a break.
"Hey, Suga, Kenma-" he started, "you guys want to get a drink?"
"Sorry, Hinata," Suga replied, "Kenma and I have English right away, so you'll have to go on without us."
"Ah, that's okay!" Hinata quickly said, not wanting them to feel bad. "I'll see you guys later, then?"
"Of course!" Suga smiled, as he and Kenma made their way to their next lesson. Now, with an hour to spare, Hinata was pretty lost. All of a sudden, he saw a fairly familiar figure come out of a dance lesson; he was alone, and looked as angry as he had the previous week.
"Hey, Kageyama!" Hinata called, waving the taller boy over. Though he looked unapproachable and pissed off, Kageyama still looked up, and walked towards Hinata.
"What do you want?" He asked, voice irritable. Hinata guessed he'd had a pretty bad lesson.
"You've got an hour to spare, right?" He asked, hopeful for some company. Kageyama nodded, looking puzzled.
"Yeah, why?"
"Come grab a drink with me." Hinata ordered, but Kageyama shook his head.
"No way, dumbass. I'm not wasting an hour wandering around - I'm gonna use my extra hour to practise."
"Let me join you, then." Hinata asked; Kageyama looked away, huffing out a sigh. "Please." Hinata concluded.
"Fine, just don't hold me back." The small boy cheered at this.
"I won't! I'm gonna work hard to get in the A Class with you. So just you wait!" Kageyama didn't reply, but gave Hinata a curious look, before shrugging and turning to go back into the dance studio.
English was hard.
Suga could barely pronounce these words, and some of them were so long. How did you say 'library'? Why was it pronounced 'ly-bry' and not 'ly-bra-rie'? He just didn't understand. So, finally giving up, Suga looked for something to distract him.
In his English class, there were a fair amount of people. Kenma, Daichi, Tsukishima, Kiyoko, Yachi and plenty other boys and girls. As he was starting to notice more people, he realised there was an empty desk on his left - the classic anime protagonist seat. Who did it belong to?
As if answering his question, the door suddenly flung open, and there stood the famous Oikawa Tooru, clutching his bag for dear life and panting. The teacher, Mr. Takeda, pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, offering Oikawa a tired smile.
"Why the lateness, Oikawa-san?" He asked, crossing his arms. He wasn't angry, Suga didn't think, but more fed-up for having the attention taken away from the lesson.
"I am sorry, Sensei!" Oikawa apologised, bowing quickly. "I was in the dance studio last period and I got distracted."
"Not the best excuse, but thanks for being honest." Takeda said, motioning to the desk next to Suga. "Take a seat, Oikawa." Tooru bowed once more, walking to his seat and sitting down. Unconsciously, Suga watched him take his seat - it was a fact that human's eyes are attracted to movement - but, what he didn't expect was for Oikawa to look up and lock eyes with him. Suga shook his head slightly, about to look away, when Oikawa's eyes widened, and he gasped, waving his hands around a bit. The teacher was busy helping Kenma with his English, so Oikawa continued to do this for a few seconds, before Suga started to get concerned.
"Er- are- are you okay?" He asked, tone slightly put-off. Oikawa stopped instantly, nodding.
"If it isn't Koushi-kun!" He clapped his hands, before throwing all his books on the desk. "I finally get to meet you." Suga was about to question this - they had met before, had they not? Oikawa had returned his lost phone, and even added his number. Just when he was about to mention this, the brunette turned back to Suga, eyebrows furrowed seriously. "Have dinner with me tonight."
Suga blinked.
"Wait, what?" He asked, making a puzzled face. Oikawa sat back, as if Suga was the one being weird here.
"Have dinner with me. Tonight. Make it 7:00pm, I know which room you're in."
Suga stuttered and tumbled over his words.
"What?"
But Oikawa refused to look at him for the rest of the lesson.
"How do you even do that?" Hinata asked, mouth hanging open in awe.
He and Kageyama were together in the smallest of the ballet studios, and Kageyama was practising some more advances ballet moves that Hinata couldn't even begin to understand.
"It's called a fouette, dumbass." Kageyama huffed, out of breath from this movement.
"I want to try it!" Hinata yelled, hands balled into fists.
"Idiot…" Kageyama breathed heavily, "you can't do this. I've practised for years. This is my specialty move."
"I don't even like ballet very much." Hinata commented, sitting down in straddle and stretching to grab his feet. "I'm much better at tap."
"I'm more of a breakdancer." Kageyama said, very quietly. Hinata bit his lip lightly, trying to imagine Kageyama breakdancing.
"Yeah… I can picture that." He said to the taller boy, whose iris shot back to look at Hinata, without actually turning his head. "So." Hinata said, heaving himself up. "Show me some breakdancing!"
"I'm wearing ballet stuff, though." Kageyama pointed out, gesturing to his shoes.
"Just change the shoes then!" Hinata proclaimed.
"Are you dumb?" Kageyama shot back, "I didn't bring them. I came here to practise ballet." Hinata slumped against the wall, not about to admit he was the smallest bit disappointed. But, perhaps, Kageyama read the look on his face, felt that something was wrong in the air, and very, very quietly, he said:
"I'll show you later."
As i said at the start, someone informed me last time I posted this it put all the text formatting with it -w-'' I have no idea why that happened, but thank you for telling me! Here's the fixed version ^^
I have some news about this story, now! I may disappoint a few of you, and I'm sorry in advance!
The main ship of this story is KageHina, of course! It's my all time favourite. There will be background TsukiYama and fairly relevant KuroKen, and hinted BokuAka.
However, there will be no IwaOi, and only a small bit of angsty one-sided DaiSuga! I'm so sorry to all who ship those
But, I will be implementing a Haikyuu rarepair - OiSuga.
Now, before you all leave this story, please let me give my reasons!
I personally love the idea of OiSuga, as their personalities clash but also mix well in a sense. They're both pretty setters, plus I want to use the whole "Mr. Refreshing" nickname so badly! I never see OiSuga written into other stories, so I thought I'd give it a go!
Anyway, next chapter I'll be building more Kagehina and starting the proper plot, so I hope you look forward to it.
Chapters should now be longer, also.
Thank you for reading, see you next chapter!
P.S. I had to split each section with a huge horizontal line, because it kept deleting the small dashes i usually use sorry about that!
