CROWS - KAGEHINA MUSIC AU

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KAGEYAMA

Today's our fifth day of practice.

I'm not sure if it's too soon to say this, but Hinata's been doing pretty good with the guitar.

He definitely does have potential, even though I would never say it to his face. It's strange. He seems pretty dense on the surface, but he's actually a pretty quick learner. Sometimes he loses focus. But he's trying. I can tell.

I kick off my covers and use all the strength in my body to groggily get out of bed--what time is it?

It's only seven. I should probably get going within the hour.

I stumble into the bathroom, take a piss, splash my face with cold water. Then while brushing my teeth, I stare at myself in the mirror.

Hmm. Did I get taller? Or did this room get smaller?

Whatever.

I spit the foamy toothpaste into the sink and rinse. I look back up in the mirror. There's one hair out of place on the top of my head, but I definitely don't care enough to try and stick it down.

"Ugh." 

Yawning into my hands, I shuffle out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom. Why am I so tired? Oh, right. I went to bed really late last night.

I grab my uniform and pull it on. Yawn again. Grab my school bag, and-- shit, my socks!

I put on my socks before going downstairs.

"Good morning." My mother smiles at me as I grab a banana. 

"Do you need a ride to school?"

I peel down the sides of my banana. "No, I'm okay. I think I'll walk today since I have time."

"You have practice today, right?" I nod, my mouth too full to speak.

"Alright."

Once I swallow the remains of my breakfast, she looks around me.

"Tobio, you just said you have practice." 

...

"Your guitar? Where is it?"

...

"Damn it!" I scramble up the stairs to my room. I hear her laugh in the distance.

My guitar now in tow, I stomp down the stairs and rush to the front door. Once my shoes are on, my mom walks towards me then goes on her tip-toes to kiss my head. "Have a good day. Love you."

"Love you too, mom."

HINATA

I wonder what's up with Kageyama today.

During math class first period, he got yelled at by the teacher for having his head on the desk. Now it's the end of the day, and I'm in chemistry watching him stare into space.

Although... I don't mind watching him stare into space.

His chin is rested in his palm, and his eyes are only half-open. I study him as he stares out the classroom windows to view the dull yet bright and sunny sky above.

I love it when his face is like this. It's just so calm, and there's this softness in his eyes. It's so unlike the normal, intense look he has.

Even though I should be tapping on his shoulder, telling him to pay attention--maybe calling him the idiot for once--I don't. Instead, I continue to stare at him.