The Sun with A False Eternity

An Opportunity Arises

This is perfect. Kageyama looked around himself. Practice was nearly over, but everyone was still hard at work. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the comforting sounds of the sport that he loved. This is home. He had never felt like he had a place before now, there had always been something about him that stuck out. Even when he had begun to play volleyball, he was different from the rest of them. Power hungry and eager, he didn't fit in with the rest of the players who were just there for fun.

"So close!" Someone next to Kageyama swore in frustration. He opened his eyes to see who had spoken. Hinata stared out towards the other side of the court, watching a ball slowly roll away. "I've almost got it down but something isn't quite right," the setter watched as Hinata muttered to himself. The small teen bent down and picked up a volleyball, rotating it a couple of times in his hands.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Kageyama couldn't help but ask. He had been so caught up in practicing on his own he hadn't been paying attention to the people around him. Hinata looked up, slightly confused. His face brightened the way it usually did when he saw Kageyama.

"I'm working on my serve," he said happily. "I know it's not one of my strong suits but if I'm going to be half as good as the Tiny Giant I want to be skilled in all areas, not just spiking." The way he spoke made Kageyama feel light like all his problems vanished. He could just focus on what the ginger was saying. Because in that moments, whatever his friend had to say was the most important thing in the world.

Home. The word popped into Kageyama's head without his consent, but the second he thought it he knew it was true. It wasn't just volleyball that made Kageyama feel at home, it was the presence of his teammates.

"That's uh... Cool," Kageyama stuttered out, suddenly remembering that the middle blocker probably expected a response from him. Hinata just nodded, turning back towards the court. Kageyama watched his friend's form as he attempted to gracefully serve the ball, but he came up short and the ball rebounded off the net. It landed in the court for sure, but it was on the wrong side.

"Dammit!" Hinata swore, shaking his head in annoyance. "I'll get it soon," he stated, running to go get another volleyball.

"Actually, practice is about over," Coach Ukai called, standing by the cart of volleyballs and shifting it slightly out of Hinata's grasp.

"Aw c'mon, one more?" Kageyama heard Hinata plead, but the coach wouldn't budge.

"You guys know I'm all for training," he began, addressing everyone but looking directly at Hinata. "That being said I'm also for making sure your health is okay because you can't play if you're injured or sick. So I'm not going to let you overdo it, because that's going to do more harm than good. And that's final."

"Boo," Hinata pouted dejectedly. He walked back over to Kageyama, who noticed the very apparent scowl on the slightly older boy's face.

"He's just looking out for us, you know?" Kageyama tried to reassure, slightly out of character. "Especially after yesterday, he probably wants you to take it easy." The words flew out of Kageyama's mouth before he was able to process them.

Shit, he cursed himself when Hinata frowned. I didn't mean to bring it up. But Hinata just smiled a moment later and walked closer to Kageyama. Close enough to punch him in the arm.

"Awww Kageyama, are you worried about me?" He asked as his eyes met the setter. There was so much emotion in them, too much for Kageyama to decipher. Hinata, who was usually such an open book, had an air of unread-ability about him at that moment. It made Kageyama shiver, feeling slightly uneasy.