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"You're like, my reverse ambulance," Hinata smiled into Kageyama's jacket. "Or a cross between a house call doctor and the pizza delivery guy, even."

"Does that make you the pizza?" Kageyama mused in his throat, bowing his head like the thought weighed his neck down. He bounced Hinata upwards on his hip as he started to slip with the movement, readjusted his posture, and kept scuffling forward in the dirt. "Are we almost there?"

"Yeah," the blocker glanced over his shoulder to inspect their progress from the front. His cheek felt warm and damp from where it had rested on Kageyama's neck. "You're really sweaty," he deadpanned, turning to look towards Kageyama's face. His trademark scowl made a not-so-surprise appearance.

"It's from practice," the setter hmphed.

"You weren't this sweaty when we left."

"You're sweaty, too! Don't complain!" Kageyama countered, bottom lip jutting out as he denied the flush of his cheeks as best he could.

"What's wrong, Kageyama? Am I too heavy for you?" Hinata raised an eyebrow curiously to match his wide grin, he seemed to have struck a nerve.

"Obviously not! Stupid! You weigh, like, two pounds!" the dark-haired boy barked like a startled puppy. "I would have just dropped you if I didn't want to carry you-!"

"Oho, so you want to carry me, then?" Hinata jumped at the poor choice in words. "What's up with that?"

"You know that's not what I meant!" Kageyama hissed, "I'll drop you! I swear I fucking will!"

"Wouldn't dare," Hinata shook his head confidently, but tightened his legs around Kageyama's hips, anyway. Kageyama began to loosen his hands like he had in the gym and the redhead dug his fingers into the taller's jacket. "Wait, don't!"

"Would," the setter sneered as he released his hands completely, dropping one from underneath him and one from his arm. He kept walking as Hinata screeched, sliding down a few inches and scrambling to grab onto Kageyama's loose clothing enough to keep himself from falling to the dust.

"Pick me back up!" He panicked, pawing at the setter's chest. "I'm sorry, please! Pick me back up!" he was begging now, clutching the taller's jacket as though his life depended on it. The foot or so to the ground might as well have been a drop over a cliff. Kageyama snorted, amused, and paused in his stride to grab Hinata from under his armpits and replace his earlier position on his hip. Hinata sighed in relief, but didn't loosen his fingers tied in the breast of Kageyama's coat. He threw his head down on the boy's shoulder a little harder than was necessary, dramatic pout sinking his features.

"That was mean, Kageyama!" No response. "I think you hurt my ankle even worse!" He whined, even though his legs had remained firmly wrapped around Kageyama's waist throughout the ordeal.

"Sorry," Kageyama muttered gruffly, less for his actions and more to himself for warranting Hinata's noisy complaints. He pressed a hand under his thigh to assure him that he wouldn't be dropped again, at least for a little while.

"You aren't," Hinata stuck out his tongue and blew a cold breath onto Kageyama's cheek when he didn't get a second apology or get called stupid. Kageyama grunted in distaste and blew right back at him. "Your breath smells gross," he mumbled, laying his head back down.

"So does yours," Kageyama countered.

"Yours smells like you've been eating dog biscuits," Hinata taunted, suddenly recovered from nearly being dumped on his ass. He blew a raspberry at Kageyama's cheek, calmly awaiting his counterattack.

"Have you even brushed your teeth once since elementary school?" the setter asked casually, not taking his eyes off of the road ahead as he adjusted Hinata's backpack strap on his shoulder. The redhead spat again and Kageyama cringed.

"Do you want to crawl home?" he hissed and Hinata was suddenly reminded of their situation.

"Okay, truce! I'll stop being annoying, and you carry me all the way back without dropping me?" he smiled hopefully.

"I'm fairly certain you can't just stop being annoying, it's your nature," Hinata rolled his eyes and jabbed his knee into Kageyama's side, earning a warning grunt, "But fine, truce."

"Alright! Now we're getting somewhere," Hinata laid his head back into the crook of Kageyama's neck with a satisfied sigh and set upon watching the ground pass underneath them from such a high place as his friend's shoulder.

"Hinata?" Kageyama shook his passenger gently, and his fears were confirmed as a sleepy groan of "Five more minutes," was breathed onto his shoulder.

Not sure when he'd be able to earn a moment of silence like this for the rest of their time together, Kageyama felt blindly up Hinata's leg to reach his pocket, where he'd felt his house keys when he was helping him dress. The redhead was still out cold by the time Kageyama managed to open the door without looking at the lock or the keyring. He stepped inside and glanced around, hoping the boy's mother had come home early and he was relieved of nurse duty, but no such luck.

Disappointed, he let their bags slide off his arms into the house's entryway, taking care that Hinata didn't fall with them. He could feel Hinata's soft, even breaths ghosting up his neck, turning his skin clammy and cold and twisting his stomach into knots for a reason he couldn't seem to place, exactly. Dismissing the feeling, he propped Hinata higher up onto his hip and moved his unconscious body upstairs as silently as possible.

As expected, Hinata's room was a complete mess. Clothes littered the floor like leaves in the autumn and smelled like he hadn't done a load of laundry yet in the school year. Gagging to himself, Kageyama pressed his spare hand protectively into the decoy's back as he stepped over mounds of papers and underwear and other less easily recognized substances.

"Kageyama..." a barely audible mumble made Hinata's lips part slightly and Kageyama trip over his own feet, of all the things in his path to trip over.

He only just managed to toss Hinata up onto the bed before falling to his hands and knees. The redhead jolted awake as his ankle slammed into the post and he cried out in surprise.

"What happened! When did we get in my room?" he scanned frantically for the setter before fully waking and realizing he was on the floor. He stood and scrubbed at his knees with his hands.

"You were talking in your sleep! About me!" he snarled to a startled Hinata.

"Was I?"

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