Number Neighbours || kagehina || scrapped

3.1

⚠️HOMOPHOBIA MENTION, UNACCEPTING FAMILY, DIVORCE⚠️

What if he doesn't come?

Kageyama sat on a park bench, anxiety eating away at him as every second passed.

    How long do I wait for them?

    Kageyama checked his phone. It had been half an hour since his phone call with Yachi.

    How far away is Yachi's place?

He fumbled with the bottom of his jacket, tugging at it slightly.

I wonder if Hinata's on the way.

He checked his phone again. It hadn't even been a minute, but it felt like forever had passed since he last checked the time.

I wonder if Hinata will even come.

Does Hinata hate me? I wouldn't blame him.

God, I hope they don't hate me.

Kageyama's stomach did somersaults. He felt like he was gonna be sick. His hands shook no matter what he did with them and he felt icky all over.

Don't cry. He found himself saying that in his head a lot while he waiting for the tiny spiker. His body really wanted to cry– to scream and sob until he was shaking– but it felt as if he didn't deserve to. He had done this to himself. Why should he cry over it?

As he had a war with himself in his mind, a small figure jumped over the bench and landed in the space next to him. Kageyama jolted, startled. "Jesus–"

"Hey there, stranger," Hinata said, smiling up at Kageyama awkwardly. Their face still looked a bit blotchy from crying, and small sections of hair were tied up in the back. He wasn't sitting on the bench, but instead crouching on it, wobbling as he did do. They looked down, dropping the smile. "Sorry, I dunno how to act."

"It's fine," Kageyama mumbled. Silence grew between them, neither one knowing what to say. Kageyama fiddled with things in his pockets while Hinata stared at the grass. Hinata's teeth began chattering, and Kageyama noticed that they were only in a t-shirt. "Cold?"

Hinata nodded, resting his chin on his knees. "Forgot my j-jacket,"

Kageyama rolled his eyes, muttering, "Dumbass," as he unzipped his own jacket, taking it off and plopping the hood on Hinata's head. "You'll catch a cold."

"You will too!" Hinata shot back, but put the jacket on with a pout.

"Thanks for coming," Kageyama mustered out, his cheeks turning red. Hinata tilted their head to look up at the setter.

"I couldn't just leave you here all night," he replied. Their eyes drifted downwards. "Plus, I wanted to see you."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Hinata huffed. Then, without warning, he pushed off the bench and landed on his feet, holding out his hand to Kageyama. "I wanna show you something."

Before Kageyama could react, Hinata grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him to his feet, leading him up and away from the park. He couldn't see where they were going on the dark, so he was putting all his trust into Hinata. He better not get us killed.

After about ten minutes of walking, Hinata stopped them at the edge of a cliff. They could see all the lights from the town from where they were, and all the houses looked tiny. Hinata let go of Kageyama's sleeve, sitting down cross legged and patting the grass next to him. Kageyama sat next to the middle blocker cautiously.