On December 1st, a snowing evening, Kageyama loses his mother due to an accident. Falling into the pits of misery, he finds himself becoming closer to Hinata, who is the person always there for him. As the two begin to spend much time together, Kage...
"It wasn't your fault," repeats Sugawara on the phone for what seemed like the millionth time.
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It was two days since Hinata's incident. Volleyball practice went on the day after he was gone, but it felt so strange to not have him there. Hinata never missed a practice. Even when he was sick, he would watch on the sidelines, shouting out reassuring phrases with a sore throat. And he was only sick twice in all our three years here so far. Other than that, Hinata was always at volleyball practice- after all, it was his favorite thing in the world.
Today was the third day of his leave, and I was heading to the Karasuno gym, calling Sugawara to let him know and ask for advice.
"Listen, Kageyama," says Sugawara, as I approach the gym, "accidents happen in sports. Remember when Dachi hurt his head in Nationals, and Tsukishima cut his finger? And, didn't one of your current second years sprain their wrist last year?"
"Yeah."
"Hinata will get back on the court in about two months, and everything will be as smooth as ever."
"Two months...?" I murmur, gaping. Nobody was ever gone for two months- especially not Hinata. On his last year of Karasuno High too! I knew Sugawara was probably right, but it really felt so long. I suddenly panicked, wondering if in two months, Hinata would suddenly fall behind in volleyball. What if he forgot everything we've done? What if he's lost motivation?
Someone prods me on the shoulder, and I look up startled, pulling the phone away from my ear.
"Why are you just standing there, King?" taunts Tsukishima, a look on his face, smug as ever. He sees the phone near my ear, and his smirk deepens. "Is that your girlfriend you're calling?"
I scowl at him and speak loudly into the phone. "Well, Sugwara-Kun, I'll be heading off to volleyball practice now. A certain someone is bothering me. Thanks for the advice."
"Ahhh... Tskushima-San is still the same salty boy?" the upperclassman chuckles. "Anytime, Kageyama. See you soon."
I hang up and fiercely stroll past Tsukishima.
"Hey, Kageyama!"
I turn around to face the Middle-Blocker, the frown still on my face. "What?"
"I've never seen you so concerned for someone."
My eyes widen a little, but I force myself to bring them back down to normal and remain neutral and stoic.
"What do you mean?" I ask. I know exactly what he means.
"You've been a fucking mess ever since Hinata went to the hospital."
"I- well-" I hate this. I've never stammered speaking to people before. What the hell is wrong with me? "He's a teammate. Why wouldn't I be 'concerned'?"
