HINATA
I feel so warm, so fuzzy. I moan as I adjust myself tightly gripping my blanket, I can smell Kageyama. I felt like I am being wrapped in his warmth. I smile at the thought of him holding me. No wait, he was taking me home, that's right! I open my eyes slowly feeling drowsy still. I swing my feet over my bed looking around. My coat and scarf was placed on my desk chair. I stand up heading downstairs and I see mom in the kitchen cooking with Natsu sitting at the table. She is coloring a picture and swinging her feet while she sits in her chair.
"You're awake," smiled mom. "I was worried you would not wake up time for the game. You must have had a hard practice this morning."
"Somewhat," I reply walking over and sitting next to my sister. "What are you coloring?"
"Just some flowers," she replied. "I am ready for spring to be here."
"Me too," I agreed. I noticed a different picture of flowers colored had Kageyama name written on it. "This is for Kageyama?" I pick up the colored picture to get a better look.
"Yeah," said Natsu. "It's my flowers to say I am sorry for assuming he was your boyfriend." I can feel my heart sink, I mean some people are accepting of gay people and other people aren't. I like hanging out with Kageyama and it would kill me to know he doesn't want to be associated with me anymore.
"What happened!" I demanded.
"I think everything is fine," replied my mom putting the chicken legs in the oven. "Your sister thought he was a boyfriend. I had a nice talk with her about it." I know mom can read my face of panic. "Dear things are fine, Kageyama just said good bye and left. He said he needed to get his father's car back to him." I still can't help but feel uneasy about this. I sit the paper back down heading upstairs to take my shower.
I'm trying to get my mind ready for the game but I am so distracted. I don't know why this matters so much. I have only known Kageyama for a short period of time. If he doesn't want to be around me because I am gay then fuck him. I think that but I don't really mean it. I really enjoyed playing volleyball with him today, I have been living for our little late-night text messages.
By the time I come out of my shower it is time for me to meet up with the team. Mom and Natsu will be attending tonight's game. Dad has to work today so he will not be in attendance. I make sure I have everything I need before we pile into the car and head towards the school. Mom kept looking at me as I think she senses I'm not okay. I just look out the car window because I don't want to talk right now. I separate from my mom and sister as soon as I arrive to school. I start walking towards the main gym and begin to feel sick right away.
I get to the locker room making a beeline for the toilet and begin throwing up. I groan as I am kneeled over looking into the toilet bowl. I can hear someone approaching and today I don't even care.
"Hinata, you okay?" asked Sugawara. I lift my head up to speak.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply. "I just need a few minutes." I take deep breaths willing myself to calm down. This feels different from the normal pre-game sickness. I hope I didn't get sick, no not a chance. When I feel well enough I leave the bathroom stall heading to the sink to wash my hands. I check out my face and I'm still a little bit pale but as the game goes on I am sure it will go away. I walk into the part of the locker room where I can change my clothes. Most of my team mates are already dressed.
"You feeling better?" asked Yamaguchi.
"Yeah," I sigh. "I'm feeling better."
"Doesn't sound like it," he replied. He goes quiet for a moment as if he was thinking. "You sound….off."
"I'm fine," I replied forcing a smile on my face. I get dressed quickly and try to think good thoughts for the game ahead. We head out to the floor and begin to warm up. I see our opposing team across the way doing the same thing. I smirk as I think about how we are going to destroy them.
"I see you're getting there," stated Tanaka. "Thank god, they beat us last year and I don't want a repeat."
"Agreed!" exclaimed Yamaguchi. We get done warming up and go to meet up with coach Takeda to see what the game plan is. It is exactly what we talked about all week. The plan is for us to score a high amount of points since we're on our home court and get ahead with the morale high from the crowd supporting us. I nod my head knowing I'm going to have to be on my 'A' game tonight. We all get into position for toss off. I have a big guy behind me but I'm not worried at all.
The ball gets tipped off to us thanks to Yamaguchi. I am super glad he is fired up tonight. Tanaka is usually the one with all the energy. Sugawara gets the ball and I can see his mind trying to figure out the next best move. He passes the ball to me. Out the side of my eye I can see the tall guy behind me thinking he is going to get the ball. I jump into the air ahead of him snatching the ball before the guy can get it. I quickly get to the basket and make a shot. Tanaka gives me a look smiling.
We have to pull back on our celebrating because we got points taken off in our last game for doing so. After sometime in the game I'm already sweating but everything is going according to plan. We are ahead by 8 points and I want it to stay that way. Our coach calls a small break. He is changing up the game play just a little to throw them off further. I'm just glad to know we are doing good, thus far it looks like we are going to win. We head back out to the court getting into position and a familiar face catches my attention. Is that Kageyama?
I blink missing the ball and it goes right into the guy's hand behind me. God damnit. I had no idea the ball was even tipped off. Things quickly go downhill as I am making rookie ass mistakes. I'm falling over my own feet. I feel like how I was when I first started playing when I was 11 years old. Coach Takeda pulls me from the game. He said he would talk to me later since he wants to focus on the game in front of us. I fold my arms annoyed with how everything is going. I look into the crowd and Kageyama is looking at me but he turns his attention to the players on the court when our eyes meet.
Damnit. I wish Natsu never opened her mouth. I love my little sister to death but she does not know when to keep her thoughts to herself. You think her being 8 years old she would know better. I mean I know mom said she had a talk with her but I'm still upset about it. Half time has arrived and we head into the locker room.
"Alright guys," said coach Takeda. "You're all doing good. We had a setback but we can get past that. Sugawara go over the second half of the game plays with the team while I have a moment with Hinata." I look at coach as he leads me to a corner of the locker room away from everyone else. "What's going on? Your game is usually very precise."
"I know," I reply looking up at him. "I'm sorry I just have this personal issue going on. I'm really good at keeping things separate from the game, I won't let it happen again."
"Is there anything I can do?" asked coach looking concerned.
"No," I reply while shaking my head no.
"You know your game will not improve until you resolve whatever this personal issue is you have," he replied. My coach knows that I'm gay but I don't like talking about it with him much.
"It's nothing, just friend stuff."
"You had a fight with a friend?" asked coach Takeda trying to dig.
"Something like that," I lie folding my arms. I'm not sure if this would even count as a fight. I already dislike the fact he won't make eye contact with me.
"You should talk to that friend of yours," he suggests. "Get things worked out." I nod yes. "Alright let's get back to the team."
"Can I just take a minute?" I ask not ready to face them. I know they will lift me up since I'm down but I need some me time.
"Sure, do what you need to," he replies before walking away. I release a deep breath wondering if I can even talk to Kageyama about this. Usually I don't care but I want him to continue being my friend.
"Hinata," I turn around towards the locker room door and see Kageyama peeking around the corner. I look behind me and my team and coach are still talking. I run over to him eager to hear what he has to say.