Kuroo-
"Let me see it! Give it back!"
Kenma complains loudly, grabbing towards my zipper of my jacket to give me his game system I stuffed in the pocket in my lining.
"Have some fun with actual people first. Then we can talk."
His face turns into a huge frown.
"You're gonna end up with wrinkles."
I shove his shoulder, but pull him back close before he gets hit by a car on the busy night road. It's not too cold, a pretty good night to meet up with a few friends at the arcade. Kenma wanted to start early apparently though.
Nope. Not on my watch.
"We're late anyway!"
His voice echoes out again.
21:49
"No we're not, you liar. We're supposed to meet at 22:00."
He goes back to frowning like a toddler, until I see his eye catch something.
"Hey."
It barely escapes his throat, it's like a whisper almost. Drifting off at the end into a question.
I follow his gaze and see a bright orange ball of hair.
"You're here early!"
And we're knocked to the ground by Bokuto.
"You asshole!"
Kenma then frantically grasps for his game system, I obliged to let him know I did save his damn system instead of protecting my new jacket that now sports a fantastic rip up the left sleeve.
I remove it and toss it in the trash before we head into the arcade.
I'm given a slight of a look by Kenma.
"Was that Hinata?"
I shrug, unsure as it could have just been someone wearing a hat out of season. Though, I can't shake this feeling either.
Bokuto and Akaashi give us looks now, questioning glances that we shove aside and move into air hockey and racing games.
Hinata wouldn't travel this far so soon before training camp. It's crazy.
00:58
Kenma is half asleep on my arm while I'm attempting to get him back home.
His bag is sliding down one arm, I'm attempting to hold his games system long enough to put it in the bag, and my whole life is falling apart at this point.
A bench looks like heaven and I shove his ass onto it so I can get everything situated before throwing him over my shoulder to get home like the toddler he is. But then his eyes lazily open, and a quiet noise emerges.
"I can't hear a damn thing you're saying."
He sits up lazily, glancing around until he gets up and walks down the path. Leaving me with all his stuff that I now must carry despite him being awake enough to now function.
As I gather everything back up, a scream rips through the air.
And my coach would have been proud of the dead sprint I launched into.
"Kenma?!"
No response.
Adrenaline pumping.
Sweat starting to roll down my back and face.
My hands and legs shaking.
And I see Kenma squatting next to something.
An orange ball.
I sprint over.
Not an orange ball.
His eyes look up at me. Confusion. Fear. Rage.
"It's Hinata."
And I vaguely recognize the tiny person huddled up in a jacket way too big for him. What I can make out as blood is caked on his face and hands. No shoes. And what looks like no clothes except for this jacket.
I kneel down, trying to get a better idea of what kind of shape he's in.
"We can get him to my house."
Kenma's voice is monotone. No emotion.
I nod, and help Hinata stand, bundling the jacket up enough so he can stay covered on the walk to Kenma's.
Kenma starts the bath as we make our way through his entrance hallway and kitchen. He hasn't spoken a single word since we got him from the park.
I ensure he's still mostly conscious when Kenma asks him if he needs help showering, and if the blood is his or someone else's.
Hinata says he thinks he'll be okay to shower alone. He also states he can't remember what happened, so he has no idea if the blood is his or not. Kenma lets him go with that, I know he'll check on him if he takes too long.
This isn't exactly a perfect scenario. Now I'm confused on whether I should leave or stay and make sure both of these tiny people are going to be okay alone.
But Kenma gives me a quick hug.
Thanking me for helping.
I pat his head, and he says he should be fine taking care of him for the night.
"I'll make sure he gets home tomorrow. I don't think he's injured, but I'll ask him just to make sure. Go home."
Despite my usual judgement, I decide to do just that.
I'm exhausted.
I'll make sure his captain knows what happened, I'll see them in about 4 days anyway.
They'll know one way or another.
