Number Neighbours || kagehina || scrapped

1.3

"Hey! Will you set for me?" Hinata asked one of the setters on his team. Everyone was packing up to leave for the day, but Hinata was still full of energy. He wanted to keep practicing. He wanted to get better.

"Sorry, Hinata," the setter responded. "I gotta get home."

"Oh, okay," Hinata responded, trying to hide his disappointment. He turned to the captain of the team. "I'm gonna stay back and practice some more, if that's okay,"

"Of course it is. Just lock up when you're done,"

The captain tossed the keys to Hinata, whose eyes lit up with excitement. "Thank you, thank you!"

    As the rest of the team piled out of the gym,
Hinata began practicing his serves. They kept practicing anything he could do alone, anything that would help them be a better player. All he could think about was doing what he just did again, doing it better, doing it until their body ached. He didn't know how long he was there for, but eventually a faculty member walked into the gym.

    "Hey, it's late. Time to go home, kid,"

    Hinata looked over with pleading eyes. "Five more minutes?"

     They chuckled a little. "Sorry, kid. I can't let you stay on school property for much longer,"

    Hinata looked down at the volleyball in his hands, disappointed. "Alright," he sighed. They started packing up and locked up the gym, going up to the club room. He grabbed his bag and rummaged around in it for their phone. They pulled it out as he walked out of the club room, locking the door behind him. He put the keys in the special hiding spot for the captain the next morning and headed on their way to their bike. He opened up his phone and looked at the notifications.

Mr Meanie: hey

    He actually messaged me first? Hinata thought, hopping on his bike and putting their phone in his pocket. Hinata thought this guy didn't like them, since he was so dismissive of every question Hinata asked and picked on Hinata a bit. I guess he does like me? he thought as he began biking home. They found himself going faster than they usual would at night– usually Hinata took his time on the way home just because they could. However, Hinata really wanted to talk to his mysterious number neighbour. What was his name? What position did he play? What school did he go to? Did he play the same video games as Hinata? There were so many questions Hinata had for him– and they didn't think Meanie would answer most of them.

    As soon as Hinata got home, he ran up to their room and pulled out his phone. He was more excited to talk to someone than they had been in awhile– a new person! New people were always exciting, and a little anxiety inducing.

Hinata: heyyyyyyy

Mr Meanie: you had practice?

    Wooah, he's asking about my life, Hinata thought.

Hinata: yeahhhhh

Hinata: what position do you play?

Mr Meanie: why

Hinata: cmonnnnn

Hinata: I'm curious

Mr Meanie: setter

Hinata: OMG

Mr Meanie: what

Hinata: none of the setters on my team ever set for me after practice

Hinata: I wanna be the ace of a team someday

Mr Meanie: oof

Hinata: yesh :/