He Will Fly Again

Angels

Little weird to be putting a/n at the top, but this is a warning for some later content in this chapter. There will be an 18+ scene, and it will be marked with a noticable line, talking about fate. You will recognize where it stops, because there will be a large gap between paragraphs. Hope you enjoy!

Hinata was laying on the table, head in his arms as he groaned in desperation. He had been cornered by a group of girls, ranging from first to third years. The gaggle of banshees were confused by their prey's unusual sounds. Many were asking if he was okay, because they had decency.

Hinata glared up at them. "Why in hell are you cornering me?"

"Well, all of us here want you to get Wakatoshi-senpai and Satori-senpai's phone numbers! You seem to be in amazing terms with them!" a raven haired second year responded.

Hinata let his head fall back onto the table with a loud thud, arms skipping off and falling to the table. "Why not ask some of the other volleyball members?" he replied, muffled.

The girls were slightly off put by Hinata's words. A brunette stepped up to the irritated male. "Shirabu-kun would tell us to leave him alone, Semi-kun would kind do the same, or just avoid the question."

Shōyō turned his head, looking at the girls as if they were the stupidest things on Earth. "How are you in one of the best schools if you can't realize that there are maybe, oh, ten other people in the volleyball club? Do you even have brains?"

Some of the girls fumed. "Just give us their numbers! It isn't that hard!"

Shōyō gave her a malevolent smile that sent shivers down her and her companions' spines. "Excuse me, it is. They are taken! By each other you goddamn dimwits!"

The females bristled. "And how would you know?!"

"Bloody barmy ninnies!" he hissed. Confusion once again seems to fill the atmosphere, with a major side of discontentment. "Completely lost the plot."

Sometimes english insults were both a curse and a blessing. He just had to deal the with former right now because apparently there were many uncultured idiots surrounding him. And boy, did it piss him off.

"Oh God I'm going insane," the ginger muttered lowly. Deciding he didn't want to silently suffer from stupidity, he got up and left.

"Don't leave yet!" a collective sound of high pitched squawking made him wince.

Shōyō slammed the classroom door shut, running through the halls into the direction of his shared dormatory. He glanced back every few seconds, seeing a mob of females trying to catch up, but failing miserably. He thanked Asahi for his ability to run fast. As soon as he opened the entrance to the dormitory door, slamming it shut as he leaned back against it, letting out a sight of relief.

When he lifted his gaze, he noticed the others in the common room were staring at him, confused. "Mob. Squeaky girl mob," was all he deigned to answer their unasked questions. The others nodded and returned back to whatever they were doing.

Shōyō stalked down the hall, opening his dorm room. "Gooooooshiiiiiiikiiiiiiii!" he whined as he planted face first onto the lower bunk.

His friend leaned over from the top, hair dangling down. "What's got you so... not you?"

Shōyō turned his head to give Goshiki a one eye glare. "Girls," was all the ginger said.

Goshiki gave him a sympathetic smile. "You get it the worst out of any of us."

"Thank you captain obvious!"

Goshiki narrowed his slightly. "Oi!"

Shōyō huffed, getting up and sitting up properly on his bed. "It's not like I can tell them I started dating both Waka-chan and Tori-kun! They'll have my head on a pile and March it around like some trophy."