God Damn, Hinata!

Is this the place?

prompt: hinata lives in a large mansion.
set after: n/a

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"Aand- one, two, one, two- everyone, keep your own paces, follow the group and," Daichi, who had his eyes to the front of the road until now, snapped his head back that it almost looked like his head was doing a complete 180°, glared at the pair near the back. "No running or racing off at full throttle again. Even if they know the area." oof. That one was definitely targeted at Hinata. Speaking of Hinata, he just screamed a 'yes!' in fear from the back which made everyone else snicker and chuckle.

Sugawara, who was a few seconds ahead of Hinata, slowed down to the shorter's pace, smiling softly. "We're just happy that we were able to find you- despite someone shoving me in the back and making me find you instead of splitting up." The older setter glared ahead, into the back of their captain's white t-shirt.

"We did split up! It's just that we did after you ran off."

"Right." As Sugawara was not taking in any of Daichi's bullshit, he turned back to Hinata with the same soft smile he started with. "Oh, and thank you for letting us stay with your family after this. It's so nice for your mom to let us sleep for the night."

Hinata shakes his head, "It's no problem! Natsu's actually been waiting to meet you guys since I told mom that you're all coming soon!"

Nishinoya called from behind them, "Shouyou!" He yells with a hand to his mouth, which got a scolding from Daichi for being too loud on the side of the road, "Are you sure there's enough room for all of us?"

Tanaka also pipes up, "Yeah. You only live with your mom and little sister, right? Not to, like.... you know- will you guys have enough futons for all of us?" It was that he was trying to be rude or anything, he just remembers the time he slept right next to Nishinoya one time during his first year training camp, and they were cramped to hell that time too, and he got face-fulls of kicks and punching during all of the nights of the camp that when they got back to Miyagi, he had bruises. He shivered at the memory. He doesn't want that happening ever again.

Hinata nods, excited, "Of course we do! We have a few extra guest rooms that Natsu and I already cleaned out." He looks ahead, grinning widely as he sees the familiar road signs he passes by every to and from school. "I used to have Izumi and Kouji sleepover when I was in middle school. We always slept in futons in the guest rooms and ran and played around in the others."

'The others???'

"Ah! Izumi and Kouji were my best friends back then!" Hinata quickly clarified, not wanting to confuse anyone. Though that didn't seem like the detail that needed clarifying. "And they weren't the only ones that slept over. I had tons more before that! Sometimes when I bring my friends unannounced when I was six, my mom thought I picked up the kid from the park and brought them home like I kidnapped them!" He laughs, waving a hand over his face to dismiss it.

Tsukishima sneers, bringing a hand to his lips, "Guess Hinata would've been a serial kidnapper if he didn't discover volleyball."

"No, I wouldn't!"

"Riiight. What kind of things did you promise them to come with you? Or maybe you forced and pleaded with them while crying because you didn't have any other friends?"

"They consented to come with me! Consented! And I didn't pull anything! You're the one who looks like they'd coerce a kid to come with them, Tsukki!"

"I refuse to believe your lies. And don't call me that. It sounds like a slur coming from you."

"What's that suppose to mean?!"

"Exactly as it should."

Poor Yamaguchi who jogged beside Kei just watched these two interact and scream and each other, well- Hinata was the one that mostly screamed- and just sighed, softly saying a "Knock it off, Tsukki," that was instantly ignored by the loud bickering. Another sigh leaves him as the oldest of the middle blockers kept screaming from behind his back before he started jogging backwards, which earned a loud smack in the head from Kageyama and more scolding from Daichi as passersby on motorcycles kept turning to where the noise kept coming from.