dandelions - kagehina

#BUTWHYTHO😞

i'm actually feeling extremely down currently but don't wanna spread around negative vibes so people at least get to enjoy reading this without thinking about my problems lol

if you stole anything from my account, just know i have a sharp pen and extremely dangerous keys prepared in my pocket <3

lololol i sound rather scary, let's move on with this boring chapter :)

"were you with that kiyoomi guy?"

choking on his own spit, hinata abruptly straightened himself on top of the teletubby bed sheets his mom once bought him, rereading the message tanaka sent him in between thousand others.

"were you with that kiyoomi guy", he mouthed to himself silently while his mind flooded back to the moment he might've been seen by his former friends.

where have they seen him?

was there any evidence of him meeting up with sakusa just to make kageyama jealous?

surely the fuck not.

sprinting towards the dining room hinata's left in misery and a mess prior days ago, he squatted down to the carbinet he's been filling with book about friend's informations. (don't think he's a stalker, he just simply can't remember a thing about those weirdos)

placing the book on the cold marble floor of the kitchen, he skimmed through the pages as a specific page caught his attention.

ryunosuke tanaka was scribbled down on this particular page as hinata let his gaze wander through the information that's been written down about his bald friend.

finally, after nearly an eternity of cursing and little snores (he's caught a cold during the fan meeting yesterday, no corona) he found the hometown of tanaka.

he was definitely there.

violently fishing his phone out of his back pocket, hinata spam klicked the instagram icon on his messy home-screen as finally the app opened. he saw a new story of tanaka from some hours ago while he skimmed through the shitposts that filled his screen to a finally recognizable location in the background of a badly taken selfie with nishinoya.

"they were there", hinata panicked and looked around. "there's no reason to panic, dumbass", he assured himself once more as his mind flooded back to the location they stood at.

realization hit him harder than the play mobile train natsu has been playing with in kindergarten.

they were deadass next to omi-dude and him.

almost toppling over his own feet covered in soft wool socks, he slid back to his room just to fall into tons of cushions, suffocating himself while crying out muffled curses.

after several minutes of a literal breakdown, he came to the conclusion that there was no need to panic, maybe they've just seen that hinata and sakusa were simple mutuals or assumed a redhead and a curly haired guy walking  next to each other were them?

thinking this was the only solution for his overthinking and over-exaggeration, he simply replied back.

ten minutes later, tanaka finally texted again.

but this time, he surely wasn't intending to sound unnecessarily kind.