This chapter is bordering the M rating. You know what that means, perv.

Chapter 8.5: Epilogue. Mouth.

Somehow. They had ended talking about stuff. For almost two hours, they were just chatting. Asking questions. Answering them. Knowing trivial things about each other. Loads of times did the shrimp laugh about the fact that the angel was scared of dogs, to which the angel laughed at how the latter would go take a dump whenever he feels nervous.

Somehow, they ended staying awake until the clock struck seven. Hinata leapt up from the bed like a toad, grappling to reach his school bag and rushing downstairs to take a bath. Thanks to Kageyama's assistance, he was able to make it in time.

Hinata gave him a longing look before he left.

Somehow, it made him go with him.

I'll just walk him to school, he told himself.

He did, with the two of them holding each other's hands until they reached the part of the street where a few people were already passing by.

Hinata gave him a longing look when they reached the gate.

Somehow, he ended up waiting for the shrimp, watching him as his head drooped loads of times during class. He had to throw a piece of paper just to wake him up. The shrimp yelled, stood up and said:

"Hai!"

The whole class laughed. Hinata looked to his left. There he was, grinning like the impish angel that he is. Screw him for being invisible.

Somehow, he ended up joining Hinata for his volleyball time. He made himself visible this time. He mustered his power to wield a friendly smile to Hinata's two friends, which only made the two back away and cower in fear. Hinata merely laughed.

"You might have a beautiful voice, but man, your smile can kill."

He grabbed Hinata's head, making the latter wince in pain.

He tossed and he tossed, the two others ogling at his skills.

"You could be a national player!" They said with eyes of admiration."

"No thanks. I'm busy."

"Ehhhh…but that would be a waste! Hinata also dreams of it, but with his height, we doubt that he can—"

"No. He can," Kageyama cut the boy's sentence. He then tossed the ball up high in the air.

"Because…"

Hinata crouched himself, ready to receive the ball.

"He can fly!"

True enough, the shrimp ran past the two at the blink of an eye, his shadow casting over them as he reached for the ball.

"Woah…we never knew you could jump that high Hinata!"

Hinata grinned, his chest swelling with pride.

Somehow, he ended walking with him once again, this time to the convenience store. It was the first time that they bought the pork buns together. The sole clerk of the store (who must have been the owner also) kept on staring at him. He looked rather punk for his job, with a headband keeping his blonde spiky hair in place. What was more, he had pointed eyes, making him look like a crow.

"You."

Hinata and Kageyama were about to take their exit when the man called.

He then pointed at the two.

"Would make a great combo in volleyball."

Hinata's eyes widened. He then gazed at Kageyama with his usual sparkling eyes. The angel merely raisd his eyebrows.

"A petite form that would make way for a versatile movement in the court, a light weight that would pave the way for a high jumping ability—that's you," he said, pointing at Hinata. "And then a player which focuses on accuracy, precision, and form—that's you," he said, pointing this time at Kageyama.

"A-uhm…" Kageyama merely muttered. "Thanks for the compliment, but we gotta go now."

"Fine. But don't forget what I said. It'd be a waste if you don't heed my words," the man said, smirking at them.

"He's weird," Kageyama said as the two of them munched on their pork buns.

"Mm…"

Somehow, he had ended up spending the day with Hinata.

Night fell, and to Kageyama's surprise, Hinata did his homework without any qualms. He seemed rather serious, for he did not utter a word as he scrunched his face in concentration over his science assignment. Kageyama swore that the orange head must had been possessed.

After an hour or so, Hinata closed his notebook.

"Done!" He exclaimed, totally pleased with himself.

"You're rather disciplined today, aren't you…"

"Heheh…" Hinata scratched his head. "Maa…it's because…"

"Because?"

"I wanted to savor the remaining time. Getting to know stuff."

Kageyama's eyes widened slightly. He then smiled.

"Ah, you're up for another chat…so that's what it is. And here I am, thinking that you're finally becoming a geek…"

"Oi!"

"Alright, make yourself home and hit me with those questions." Kageyama patted the spot beside him.

Hinata beamed. He then rushed to Kageyama's side.

Somehow, they had ended up spending night—chatting.

Until it turned into an exchange of whispers.

An exchange of words.

Making the shrimp blush again and again, and sometimes, the angel.

The smaller lad realized the time. It was already ten. He needed to go to sleep. He looked reluctant himself, giving Kageyama a meaningful look when he stood up.

Then don't. Not yet.

Kageyama smiled, pulling the shrimp back to his side with a grip around his arm.

Somehow, they have ended kissing again.

Feeling each other's lips.

Until somehow, the both of them craved for more.

More contact. A deeper connection. A tighter bond. A need for entanglement.

Somehow, he ended carrying the shrimp to bed, not even breaking the kiss as he gathered to courage to slip his tongue inside the sensitive mouth. He settled him carefully over the sheets, making sure that the small head would not bump against the headboard.

And then just like that, the kiss turned feverish.

It was his first, and he was sure—that it went the same for Hinata.

Ah…kissing sure does feel wet. But it wasn't disgusting at all, which was rather surprising for himself. How could it ever be?

This was Hinata.

The boy who showed him kindness.

The life he wanted to save.

The one that he loved.

And then he was taking his shirt off. Soon, he was taking Hinata's off. Damn, how he looked cute when he tried to overcome his embarrassment. One by one, pieces of clothing piled over the floor.

Somehow, they have ended up naked. Lips to lips. Skin to skin. Whisper to whisper. A tangle of limbs. Everything moved in synchronicity. He wonders…if they ever grabbed that chance the man at the convenience store mentioned with him tossing the ball to Hinata on the court, would it still be the same? Would they still be able to read each other's mind, trust each other, and move in symphony?

He does not know. He had no idea. It was something distant—a future that he wanted to see and reach out for himself.

But he knows that he couldn't.

Time does not stop. It does not wait for no one.

And so just like this, he would savor every second, just like how Hinata wanted it too.

He would own him if this is what it meant to make up for the future that he won't be a part of. A future where he could not sing to him, reach out with his voice, and hold him to show he was there. A future where he could not touch and feel him the way that he could for now.

They whispered each other's name again and again, and soon, they were calling each other by their first names. And how it made him happy. Heaven might bewhere he had come from, but with this moment, he knew that the place wouldn't even come close to this. This swelling happiness. Only Hinata could give it to him.

Hinata moans, again and again, as his lips reach the places that nobody—not even Hinata himself—had touched. From his forehead to the every corner of his neck, his chin, his jaw, his ears (which made Hinata clutch to him with all his might), the juncture which led to his shoulders…down to the expanse of his chest…his thighs…to the most forbidden part of a human's body…

Ah…for an angel, he was a sinner.

Soon, he was moving his lips back to where Hinata's parted lips where, leaving a trail of kisses which made the small frame arch up. He kissed him once again, this time, making sure that all his feelings would come across through.

Hinata's nails dug deep at Kageyama's back as he entered him.

He moaned and he moaned, almost screaming as tears brimmed.

For one last time, they kissed, their chests almost crushing against each other.

As if their hearts themselves were aching to reach out to each other.

And say:

Can you hear that? Right at this moment. I am beating madly. Madly.

This is how I love you.

Yet again I asked a favor

"I'm sorry, but as for me

I don't need the heart on my right side

Sorry for always saying selfish things…"

That is so that when I meet an important person

And I hold him

I will understand for the first time

That our two beats sound on both sides of our chest.

A.N. Two more chapters for this fic. :) Again, my endless thanks for all of those who have followed and supported this fic! \(^o^)/

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