HINATA
"What is his damn problem?" asks Noya. Oikawa leans forward resting his hand on his knee.
"He has been through some stuff," he explains. "It's not an excuse by any means. The only reason he deals with me is because I have known him since elementary. Otherwise, he would be treating me like everyone else." What kind of stuff? No reason in the world for him to be acting this way.
"He is emotionally stable right?" asks Noya. Asahi elbows. "Ow, I mean seriously. He seems a bit emotional."
"He can be," agrees Oikawa. "I think it is because he doesn't have any friends outside of myself. He just lets stuff build up. He is a good person though."
"Yeah sure," I reply before sipping from my cup.
"He does have to tone it down," says Noya.
"I will talk to him," says Oikawa. "Not sure what good that will do. I don't want him to lose the one thing he cares about."
"Tell him he risks getting kicked off the team," I reply with a shrug. "Seriously you have to be a team player. They aren't going to just take his shit because he is good. Kuroo demands respect and good teamwork. You don't see China losing any games. I wonder why."
"So harsh," says Asahi staring at me in disbelief. Usually, I am positive but not this time.
"It's facts," I reply. "I'm sick of losing to them."
"You only played against them once," replies Oikawa.
"Yeah, I did," I admit. "However, I have been watching the games since I was 11 years old, and we have yet to beat them. It was even worse to experience losing to them in person." I shake my head before drinking from my cup. I hate getting worked up, but I am deeply passionate about this. It's not a hobby to me but a career. I even want to become a trainer to the upcoming players when all is said and done. Noya pats my knee.
"It's okay my friend," he says. "We will get everything worked out." We all drink some more becoming a little more than buzzed. I learned a lot about Oikawa. He has been training in volleyball since he was 5 years old. He trained in every position before settling on setter. He was the Ace on his team for all 3 years in high school. At least it explains why he is so damn perfect. It is rare for a 1st year to become an Ace. I finish up heading back to my room. I walk in to see Kageyama sitting on his bed, headphones in reading from his tablet. I don't say anything to him as I decide to take me a shower. I drank a little more than I planned to.
I grab my shower items along with my clothes I want to change to into. I enter the bathroom that is bigger than I would have though. We have a round tube but the stand in glass door shower is separate. I'm feeling the square shower head. I wish the bathroom wasn't all white but it is what it is. As I wash up, I wonder why Kageyama is the way he is. Should I care? I blink hard realizing the alcohol is still affecting me. I feel so tired, slow, sluggish as well. Maybe I shouldn't have had that 4th cup. I rinse off pushing the sliding door to step out.
"Gah!" I cry slipping on the rug. My reflects are slower than I thought. I hit my head hard on the sink crashing to the floor. "Ahhh god….." I gasp as it hurts so bad. I groan trying to move. I open my eyes to see nothing. I whimper lowly becoming scared. As a sob releases from my throat as I hear the bathroom doors opens.
"Hinata," says Kageyama. "Jesus Christ!" I can hear his footsteps.
"I can't see!" I exclaim lowly. "Oh my god…..oh my god…..I need to go to a hospital." A towel is wrapped around me before Kageyama picks me up. I begin to cry as my head throbs where it impacted on the countertop. I can feel myself being sat down on a bed.
"Relax," says Kageyama. "You don't need to go a hospital. You are currently dazed. Your vision will come back. I mostly concerned that you could have a slight concussion."
"I can't!" I exclaim. "How do…"
"Relax!" hisses Kageyama. "It's going to be harder if you don't."
"My job, my career is at stake," I reply with my voice shaking. "I can't let them find out how I ended up like this…" Kageyama clicks his tongue.
"Listen to me," he replies. "I am trying to help you." I swallow hard dropping my voice.
"I'm scared….." I admit.
"I know," says Kageyama softly. This is the nicest I have ever heard him. It makes me wish I could see his face. He sounds so comforting. "This has happened to me before. Just sit still, relax and don't go to sleep. I would listen to music."
"Music makes me feel sleepy," I reply.
"What kind of music do you listen to?" he asks.
"Um jpop or kpop," I admit. "I like the slow ballets. They um….sound beautiful." I feel so stupid for admitting this. Kageyama chuckles like I knew he would.
"Don't be embarrassed," he says. "You can listen to whatever you want. Need me to put something on for you?"
"It will make me sleepy," I reply still thinking it is crazy I can't see. I would seek medical care if I hadn't been drinking. "Keep talking…"
"Huh?" questions Kageyama. He clears his throat. "I don't like talking."
"You're doing it right now," I defend.
"Yeah, because I had to explain some shit," he huffs. I sigh.
"Fine, go back to your fancy tablet," I reply folding my arms. I can't see him, but I am sure he is rolling his eyes or frowning.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asks lowly. Say what? I never thought he would have agreed. I have no idea. Maybe this is my chance to get to him a little.
"Um how did you get into volleyball?" I ask.
"My parents wanted me to play a sport in elementary," he explains. "Volleyball was the only one I liked. Although my father wanted me to play basketball because of my height." He snorts. "What about you?" Oh my god he asked me a question. I take a deep breath hating that I still can't see.
"I saw this guy who was as short as myself," I explain. "He played so amazingly. His speed, the fact he looked like he was flying. I wanted that. I wanted to be that great at a sport. I was always snubbed in school sports for my height. This sport seems forgiving and willing to give everyone a try."
"In other words, you were always picked last," he states. I don't even want to go there right now. I just nod my head deciding to change the subject.
"Any siblings?" I ask.
"Only child," he replies.
"I have a little sister," I reply. "She means the world to me. My father passed away, so I am the only father figure she has."
"That's pretty heavy," states Kageyama. "I'm glad you can be there for her. Some people think a father not being around is not big deal, but it is." The heaviness of his words hits me. Did he lose his father? I'm scared to ask.
"Thank you," I say quietly. Silence fills the air making me regret bringing up my father's passing. My vision is coming back. I feel my chest get tight with happiness. I was extremely worried. Slowly I can make Kageyama. I blink to try and further clear my vision. Kageyama is wiping away his tears. "Are you okay?" Kageyama looks taken back looking at me.
"Your vision is back," he says removing any emotion I just saw. How the fuck is he able to do that? He did it like it was nothing.
"Yes," I reply. "Thanks to you. I mean…."
"Don't worry," replies Kageyama standing up. "You will be fine. Just make sure to be careful the next few days."
"Yeah, okay," I agree looking around noticing he sat me on my bed. I glance down realizing I am still naked, but he covered me up. "Oh my god…"
"It's nothing I haven't seen before," snorts Kageyama sitting down on his bed. I know he is right but still. My cheeks are so hot as I head back into the bathroom where my clothes are. I get dressed before sitting down on my bed knowing I can't go to sleep yet. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.