KAGEYAMA

This, this is why I got into very little relationships. I never expected to be taking Hinata into my home. I don't regret it. I knew where he was living was dangerous which was proven very quickly. I got him moved in to my condo in just a day. He did not have a lot of stuff. We agreed that no one would knew where he lived or about us. Yes I said us. I already don't like people being nosy as it is anyway.

It has been a month since the incident and things are going quite well. I am on my way to meet up the upper staff members of the volleyball department. Daichi got hurt and will be out for 4 months. With our games coming up I need a coach. Tanaka is needed as caption and stay on focused on the game. I think they have picked Daichi temporary replacement. I walk into the room wearing a suit for the occasion. I need to ensure the higher ups take me seriously.

"Afternoon Mr. Tachi," I greet.

"Afternoon Kageyama," he greets. "I am glad you can make it. Please have a seat." I sit down in the chair after I greet the remaining board members. "Did Daichi get the flowers I sent him?"

"Yes," I reply. "He is very thankful and focused on his recovery."

"Good," he smiles. "As you know I want us to get to a trophy this year. I will not take any chances of us losing without having an assistant coach."

"I understand sir," I replied.

"We have already found a replacement for Daichi for the next 4 months. Kindaichi!" I feel my heart plummet when he comes into the room with this smug ass smirk on his face.

"Mr. Tachi!" He grins shaking his hand. "It is an honor to be here." I say nothing as I stare at him. I have never disliked anyone more than him. In fact I despise him. I am more than glad when the meeting ends. I gather my things quickly to head to my office.

"Hey slow down" said Kindaichi grabbing my arm. I glare at him until he removes his hand from my arm. "You can at least show where my office is." I scoff.

"You don't get an office but you are more than welcome to use the small conference room for the time being." I start walking as Kindaichi follows me.

"You don't seem happy to see me" said Kindaichi.

I ignore his comment. "We have practice Monday through Friday at 8am and 3 times in the evening at 4pm. Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday's off. I may change the schedule once we start competing in soon." We get to the gym and I show him where everything is before showing him the small conference room. "Here is where you can work for now. I must go, I have things to do."

"Are you still mad?" asked Kindaichi laughing. I see nothing funny. "Seriously King."

"Don't call me that!" I growl.

"Come on," groaned Kindaichi. "It's not my fault what happened."

"You cannot say that was not your fault!" I say to him almost yelling. "You encouraged them!"

"I can't control how people act!" said Kindaichi. I am not trying to hear anything he has to say. "I mean you were being a total ass."

"Well you know what this ass is a head coach at Meiji University at the age of 22!" I snap. I walk out of the room leaving him standing there. I closed the door willing myself to calm down. I have stuff to do and I don't have time for Kindaichi's bullshit. I sit down and throw myself into my work. Before I knew it, time to go. I can't wait to see Hinata. I haven't seen him since this morning. I turn on the TV to see what was going on traffic. Instead am greeted with a news story about Oikawa. What the hell? I turn the TV up.

"There is no excuse for him to had been dating an underage boy," said the man.

"They are in love," countered the women. "This young boy is of age now. Apparently there had to be deeper feelings."

"As a coach it is his job to separate the two," explained the man. "How are the parents to trust their children around this man?"

"This was a high school student," said the women. "He knew what he was doing when he decided to sleep with his coach."

"That doesn't excuse this grown man behavior," At this point I click off the TV knowing I need to call Oikawa about this. When did this happen? How did they find out? This reminds me of when he called me asking for advice on the guy he liked. Please tell me it was not this boy. I already know deep down it probably is. I walk into the hallway locking my door.

"You hear about Oikawa?" said Kindaichi. "I mean I knew he was into men but boys, wow."

"Don't speak on something you know nothing about," I reply locking my door. I start towards the exit.

"Why do you care?" yelled Kindaichi. "You don't even like him!" Everyone gets this feeling that I hate Oikawa. We are only enemies on the court. Other than that we get along well. He thought me a lot. He is 2 years older than me and I use to look up to him a lot. Once I got a good sense of who I am as a person he was not so much my hero anymore. I get into my car locking the door. I call Oikawa but his line is busy. I call Hinata next.

"Hey," I greet pulling out of the parking lot.

"Hey," replied Hinata. I could tell he was smiling. "Everything okay? You usually don't call me when you are on your way home."

"I need to go by and see a friend," I explained.

"Oikawa," guess Hinata. "I heard about him on the news. They are making him sound like monster." This is why I stopped talking to Hinata and I distanced myself. I didn't think Oikawa would be this stupid. His reputation is done.

"I know," I replied. "I am on my way to see him. I want to check in on him."

"I completely understand," replied Hinata. "I have dinner ready for you when you get here. I burned it slightly but it still turned out good!" I laugh a little. He is trying so hard to make sure I am well taken care of. I don't know if it is because he feels bad for living with me or because he loves me. Either way I am glad to have a home cooked meal to come home to as well as my red haired love.

We chit chat until I pull up at Oikawa's. I go to the back of the house since the reporters are out front, not a lot but enough. The last thing I need is being seen meeting up with him. I care about my buddy but not enough for me to lose my job. I knock on the backdoor. I can hear movement. I guess they look through the peephole before opening the door and pulling me inside. I find myself looking down at the man he dragged out of the bar.