CROWS - KAGEHINA MUSIC AU

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KAGEYAMA

The occasional crickets chirping in the otherwise silent evening keeps bringing me back to the present.

Even as my mind drifts off--succumbing to the dark and peaceful nighttime aura, making me remember the moments of complete bliss between Hinata and me-- I realize that this moment is one that is blissful enough.

Hinata's head is tucked tightly inside my arms, resting on my chest. I wonder if he's sleeping because he's been completely silent since we, well, shared a kiss. But...can you even sleep standing up?

Although part of me wants to say something, I don't want to interrupt anything just yet. All I know is he's happy, we're happy, so that's all that matters.

As I twirl his soft orange hair around in my fingers, I let my mind drift off this time.

Wow.

I still can't believe I kissed him. Me, of all people.

Suddenly, I hear a small chuckle, breaking me from my thoughts.

"...Hinata?" I say, slightly confused.

I look down to see two big brown eyes staring up at me.

Clearly filled with emotion, his face is flushed. He beams.

"You kissed me. We kissed. I can't believe it."

"I know," I respond, a slight smile escaping my lips.

He chuckles again, leaning back onto me.

"I didn't know you liked me."

I lean down slightly and rest my chin on his head. "Who wouldn't?"

We remain like this, leaning on one another, content with the few words we just shared.

HINATA

Kageyama took me back to the school.

As we made our way there, we walked close to one another, holding hands, yet saying nothing. I wonder if it was because he felt as scatterbrained as I did.

Now we stand in front of the school. I can feel the light, springtime breeze as it caresses my skin.

My hand is still in his.

I take his other hand with my free one, and we face each other.

"So...Kageyama..." Warmth rises in my face. "Does this mean you're my boyfriend?"

His face curls into a strange expression, one I don't recognize, which almost makes me think that maybe I shouldn't have said that, that maybe this whole thing was a mistake and I shouldn't have let him kiss me. But he smiles, and I'm immediately reassured.

"...Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

I know he's trying to hide how he feels, but I still see the emotion in his eyes. I know exactly what answer he wants me to give.

"Yeah."

When I answer, he looks the happiest I've ever seen him. He sighs and lets go of my hands, but only to hug me.

We're silent for a couple of seconds, neither of us wanting to let go.

"I've never felt this way before," He says, his arms still wrapped around me.

"I know," I reply. "Me either. It's weird."

I exhale into his chest.

"My mom's gonna be mad at me for getting home so late."

"I should let you go then."

"...Probably."

"I don't want to."

"I don't want you to, either."

...

"On the count of three," He says.

I laugh. "What?"

"I'll let you go."

...

"One...Two...Three."

He lets go of me, and I let go of him. I immediately feel the absence of his touch for the first time since his lips first touched mine.

I take my bike out of the bike rack before waving goodbye. He turns and walks in the other direction, but stops.

He runs back towards me.

"Wha--"

He kisses me. I almost drop my bike.

I watch as Kageyama slowly fades into the distance. I didn't think of it before, but now he has to walk home alone.

As I sit on my bike, I am reminded of the guitar on my back, and check to make sure its bag is situated securely in place. Only now, as I start to pedal, I also begin to collect my thoughts.

How did that even happen? How did Kageyama, the same Kageyama I've known, reveal his feelings to me in such a...straightforward way?

Well...To be fair...He's always been honest. Maybe too honest, too blunt for his own good.

But still. Kageyama may be blunt, but he can also be quite closed off, especially when it comes to his feelings.

Long story short, he's a confusing person.

That's why I would have never thought of him as someone who would just...kiss someone else. No matter how much I liked him before, that was never a thought that crossed my mind.

This leads me to ask myself--Did his feelings for me change him that much?

I smile, a familiar heat rising in my cheeks, even as the now frigid air strikes my face.

He must really like me.