It's been a while. I'm thinking about writing 'hiatus' in the story description so I'm not letting people down with how long these updates take. Anyway, sorry for being so angsty in my last update. Everything's great, and I'm SO appreciative of all the supportive comments you guys have given me. I took a long break from social media, and it really helped me recharge mentally, and give my all to the things I love (singing and acting). Here's a happy chapter to make up for all my shit. Hope you enjoy :D

The moment I step outside, the wind nearly deafens me. I hunker down further into my coat and thank every god that might exist that I listened when mom nagged at me to put a coat on. The sky is a beautiful shade of death, with clouds brewing and leaking out their tears. In a very heavy, uncomfortable, nearing painful way. In a more literal way of putting it, it's raining really damn hard, and it is dampening my mood. No pun intended.

My mom has started to just drop me off and pick me up from my infusions, and I'm usually fine with that, but today I wish she had come in with me. It would give her more incentive to take pity on me and let me wait out the storm before I head home. Instead, a series of angry text conversations had led me to going out in the treacherous weather to wait for her car to pull up.

As I walk up the sidewalk lining the hospital, I watch as my mom pulls up in her van. Thank god. My hands scrabble at the slippery door handle, shaking slightly from the cold, and she just smiles at me gently. I glare at the floor. It will take at least 15 minutes of sulking for me to forgive her for making me come out in this weather. Plus I just got chemotherapy. I'm allowed to be angry. I have cancer.

As my mom pulls away, I open my phone to help pass the time. It pings just as I am about to pull up Kageyama's contact.

[From: Kageyama

I'm coming over you better be home]

My eyes widen and I scramble to open the response box.

[To: Kageyama

WAIT I'M ON MY WAY HOME FROM

A CHEMO SESSION. WAIT. I'LL

BE THERE SOON. WHY ARE YOU

DOING THIS :0 :0 :0]

After several moments of him not responding, I close my phone and blow a breath between my lips loudly. And glance up at my mom through the corner of my eye. And slump.

"I forgive you, mom," I say, and she looks at me sharply.

It's okay, though. I can see the corners of her mouth struggling to stay firm. Despite this, she retorts, "I don't remember asking for your forgiveness."

I huff out a sincere laugh. "I know, mom. I was just trying to break the ice." I pick at a crusty piece of rice on my sleeve. "Oh. Yeah. Apparently Kageyama is waiting at home."

She lets herself laugh now. "Good thing we don't have anything important to do after this."

I giggle at the thought of his face if we had to kick him out. "Yep."

Mom lets me out in the driveway while she parks, so I reach Kageyama without her at my side.

"Took you long enough, dumbass." He spits. His hair is plastered against his forehead and his clothes are molded to his body. I don't miss the slight hint of a blush on his cheeks, and the slight warmth to his eyes as he regards me. I know he isn't actually mad.

"It's your own fault for coming over without asking me first," I whine.

He just snorts. He knows he lost. I unlock the door and I motion for him to stay on the matt when we get inside. He begins stripping off his shoes while I look for a towel to help him dry off.

"Here you go!" I hand him a towel when I have located one and he yanks it from me and wraps it around himself. Now that he's inside, his shivers have become more pronounced. I am feeling an odd urge to wrap him in my arms to help warm him up. I resist it with the mere thought of him getting me wet. "Let's go to my room," I call over my shoulder, having already started walking.

Once we're settled, him on my chair and me on my bed, a little bit of a silence ensues. It's not particularly awkward, but I'd rather it ended.

"So... why did you come over so urgently?"

Kageyama is staring intensely at the carpet. I almost want to check it for stains.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

The silence hangs in the air for a good minute before he continues.

"You know... how... well, I-I mean... We're kinda close. And stuff." The color in his face is rapidly rising, and he still won't make eye contact.

I interrupt. "We're like halfway across the room from each other."

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, and then his face flushes even more, if possible.

"No. I mean, lately, we've been together a lot. We are close. And well, I've been thinking." He swallows audibly, "That I kinda. Want to be together even more. Than that. Like. Can you-"

Oh. I flush to my collarbones. "Yeah." I breathe before he can continue. He finally snaps his head up to make eye contact with me. "I wanna be closer too."

He stands up quickly and stalks toward me, almost predatory in manner. "When I say that, I mean like... gay stuff."

I feel sweat beading on my forehead. "I know, stupid! You're being embarrassing! Stop!"

A vein in his forehead throbs. "How could this not be embarrassing?!" His hands are fisted in the soft fabric of his sport shorts, most likely still damp.

I slowly bring up a sweaty hand to cup his tense hand, and slowly he relaxes his grip to tangle our fingers together. I pat the space next to me on the bed, and he sits down, not letting go. This is nothing new. This is okay. I lean against him, and the silence is palpable. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway is echoing into my room, and it's bringing out the headache that I knew was on the way. After all, I can never be completely comfortable after an infusion.

Finally, to distract myself from the ever building throb, I speak up, softly, afraid to disturb the calm. "So... what are we?"

Kageyama shifts slightly, making my body fall a bit further onto his chest. "I guess. Do you wanna like. Be my boyfriend?" I can feel palms start to sweat again.

I smile at his discomfort and crane my neck to kiss his cheek. "That sounds great to me."

We both hear my mom's footsteps down the hallway at the same time and jump out of the bed frantically.

When she reaches the door, Kageyama is splayed across my desk in a failed effort to sit in the rolly chair, and I am leaning against the wall, uber casual. She doesn't seem to notice, or if she does, she doesn't comment.

"Shouyou, honey, you need to take your nausea medication. How are you feeling?" At the reminder, a swell of nausea runs through me and I slump against the wall with a groan.

"It's better than usual. I just have a headache. I don't think I'm going to puke."

She smiles. "Well, that doesn't very reassuring. I brought you a barf bag just in case, but go ahead and take your medicine now.

As I grab the supplies from her, I brave a glance at Kageyama across the room. He is looking at me with a soft look, his face still pink from our talk, and his body relaxed. That is the side of him that I love the most. I smile to myself, fighting the urge to squeal, as I take my medicine.

After my mom leaves, Kageyama grabs my wrist, his signature glare back in place.

"Dude, your mom is going to know within days at this point. You looked like a lovestruck fool back there!" Kageyama hisses.

I gasp in offense. "YOU were the one who looked like that, stupid!"

"Why you little..." Kageyama's fingers formed prime tickling position, as I began to shrink away from him in a sad attempt to cover my tickle spots.

Let's just say that I wouldn't have been puking into my special barf bag 20 minutes later if it wasn't for stupid Kageyama.

Authors notes: Only 2 more chapters fellows. The show is almost over. Tear. This fic has been my baby.

Oh yeah. If you are wondering why the texting style might have changed, it's because it's been so damn long since I've written this and I'm too lazy to see how I did texting in previous chapters. Lol. Look here for determined writer.

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