I frown looking around at the place that is going to be my home for the next 60 days. I sigh thinking this is worth it at the end of the day. I'm still on the team. I haven't been outed since this occurred off season. In return here I am at a drug rehab center. I touch the mattress.
"I had them put in a memory foam topper you requested," explains Tsukishmia adjusting his glasses. Tsukishima is my agent. Him being 6'1, lean, with striking blonde hair could have easily played volleyball. He said his brother played but according to Tsukishmia he looked miserable. He wanted no part of that. He looks out for everything that is in my best interest despite him not caring for the sport of volleyball. Most agents tend to only look out for themselves and their pockets. "I know you hate this, but I have to say it was a good deal."
"I get it," I sigh again to keep from snapping at him.
"This facility wants you to follow the rules," he explains. "I was able to convince them to let you have this topper and a single room. All of the patients here have a roommate." Yeah there was no way in hell I was doing that. Tsukishima hands me a paper. "This is pretty much the schedule you have to follow. If you don't, they will kick you out. As you know we can't have that happen. You will be kicked off the team if you don't complete this treatment." I glance at the schedule and it takes me back to high school. "They at least have volleyball in their gym facility. I have to say as far as rehab goes this is a nice place, definitely for the rich."
"At least I can still practice then," I reply. I reach out shaking Tsukishima hand. "Thanks for everything. I mean I know this had to be difficult to deal with."
"Just a little, it was mostly Daichi's idea to be honest," he replies. "You really didn't need that stuff."
"Whatever…." I mutter. I had my reasons, very good reasons.
"I must get going," he replies. "The rep will be along to give you a tour."
"I don't need one," I reply. This is not a vacation for me. This is for business and business only. Tsukishima smirks before heading out of my room. I get my items unpacked and set up. This is so I know where everything is. I feel like I am in jail almost. The room is small, white walls, white floor. I mean the room as to be an 8 by 10, no way I could have shared a space that small. I walk into the hall not seeing anyone. I walk towards the end of the hall looking up at the signs they have. The first place I'm going to check out is that gym. All I care about is being able to train, I can worry about the other shit later. I shove my hands in my pocket as I walk in direction of the gym.
Everything here is white and so open. I know it is a rehab facility, but they could at least add a splash of color somewhere. I walk to the main building where check in is as there is a tunnel that leads to the gym. As I get closer, I can hear someone is in there as I open the door. I see two people, one dark haired gentleman and a short red head. He is not super short but shorter than my 6'2, he looks to be about 5'7. He is dripping in sweat as he continues to hit a volleyball across the gym. He runs over picking it up and repeating the motion. I can't deny his movements are very powerful but what the hell is he doing? Who just hits a volleyball without purpose?
"Do you feel better?" asked the gentlemen with dark hair.
"Not yet!" he hisses before hitting the ball once more. He runs to pick it up going to hit the ball when he sees me. His hand stops midair with the ball hitting the gym floor. Maybe I should just leave… The gentlemen in the dark hair turns around to see me.
"Hello," he greets. "This is a one on one therapy session."
"I apologize," I reply. "I'll take my leave." I can still feel red's eyes on me as I head towards the door.
"Hinata, focus…" says the guy. "We have 30 minutes left in your session." I head back towards my room seeing a young lady outside of my door. I must admit she has a cute thing going on. She is tall for a girl at 5'8 with glasses that fit her very well, pale skin with a slim frame most girls would starve for. My team mate Noya would be interested in her for sure.
"Kageyama," she replies seeing me. "I was just coming for you."
"I don't need a tour," I reply knowing what she wants. She smiles.
"My name is Shimizu and I can help you with anything you need during your stay here," she explains. "I know you still need to train. I wanted to remind you that we follow a strict eating schedule here."
"I understand," I replied. Shimizu nods.
"I will let you get to it," she replies. "Before I go did you need anything? Did you have any questions?" I shake my head no. "Okay, enjoy your stay." I sigh heading into my room. Enjoy my stay? This is going to be a long two months in here my god. I can't have my laptop or cell phone. So annoying. I sit down pulling out my tablet to catch up on some reading. Turns out that took up all the time I needed until it is time for dinner. I head out towards the cafeteria. I hope they offer plenty of protein. I need to make sure I stick to my eating habits. I walk into the cafeteria and yeah this so high school. The cafeteria has a line to select your food to the left when you enter, to the right are several round tables for you to sit down at.
I walk down the line wish I could go for a steak, but they don't have that of course. I settle for meatloaf sandwich which looks good quality with a side salad. I pass on the dessert knowing I don't need any sweets. I sit down a table more than ready to eat and get back to my room. At least they let me keep my tablet. I can catch up on some reading.
You know that feeling one gets where someone is watching them. That is the feeling I have right now. I start looking around and I see Hinata and a blonde girl staring at me. Hinata shifts his eyes down but the blonde girl is still staring at me. She whispers into Hinata's ear. He shakes his head no. Jesus I'm too told old at the age of 27 to be dealing with this childish shit. I ignore them both as I begin to eat. It's not long before the blonde girls sit down across from me. I glare up at her as I continue to chew. I hope she doesn't plan on trying to flirt with me in any kind of way because that will end quickly.
"Hi," she smiles.
"Hello," I drone.
"I'm Yachi," she smiles. "You see my buddy over there," She points at Hinata. "That is Hinata Shoyo. He is your biggest fan." I glance at Hinata noticing the tint to his cheeks as he continue to stare down at his lap.
"I see…" I reply. I honestly didn't expect anyone here to know who I am. Not very many people follow volleyball. "Is he wanting an autograph or something?"
"We aren't allowed to ask for one," she replies. "The staff clearly said you're one us!" I flitch when she says that because I am not one of them. "I still think it is a bit extreme we had to sign a non-disclosure. I didn't even know who you were until Hinata told me." Damn right you were signing a non-disclosure. Nobody is putting shit out there to ruin my damn career. I continue to eat staring at her trying not to become annoyed. "Anyway…..you want to sit with us?"
"No," I reply. "I'm good right here."
"I knew you would say no," she pouts. "Can you entertain me and do it anyway. I have a brownie riding on this! You know how rare it is they serve those damn brownies." I have no idea how rare it is they serve brownies and I don't want to have to find out.
"And?" I questioned. "What am I getting out of this?" Yachi laughs as if I just told a joke. She turns around waving Hinata over. I didn't give her the okay but whatever. Hinata walks over slowly playing with his hands.
"See!" exclaims Yachi grinning at him. "He is completely friendly." Hinata stares at me with a anxious smile on his face.
"Hey," he says lowly.
"Hi," I reply. "Sit down, you're freaking me out." He sits down still playing with his fingers gazing at me. What the hell is his deal? What is with all the fidgeting?
"Your dinner looks good….." he murmurs.
"It's decent," I shrug. "I'm just ready to go to bed and get through these next couple of weeks."
"It's not so bad here," says Yachi. "I actually like it here." Hinata chuckles making his face look brighter.
"This is a rehab," I note. Yachi shrugs.
"This is like my 3rd relapse," she admits like it is no big deal. "This time I really do want to get better though." Hinata looks like he is not surprised by this information. I just stare at her because she is so…..open. "It's not like you won't find out in group therapy anyway." I nod in agreement still not happy with the fact I need to even do therapy or group therapy. I don't have serious issues like these people, me….I just made a mistake. I continue to eat noticing Hinata is very quiet. "So…..will you be playing Hinata on a one on one volleyball game tomorrow?"
"Yachi!" exclaims Hinata clearly uncomfortable. I take a sip of my water.
"I'll think about it, I could use some type of practice," I note. Hinata looks astounded.
"I doubt I'm as good as you," he says slowly.
"You don't have to be prefect," I reply. He nods yes beginning to smile.
"I will let you finish your dinner," says Hinata getting up walking quickly away as fast as he came over.
"This guy….." says Yachi before getting up running after him. I don't know what to think now. Something tells me this will not be the last time I see those two.