Haikyuu Smutshots

You're here? (Kageyama x Hinata)

Hinata finally walked into his new apartment for the first time, taking in the slightly dusty scent of the few rooms. There was a bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a closet. It wasn't that big, but at least he had enough room to create a living room if he so wanted. He has a nice sofa and coffee table brought in, lightly scratching the bamboo mats.

Boxes scattered everywhere, Hinata decided to unpack his clothes first, trying to keep them organized in his closet as well as his new dresser, and failing miserably. He was never the organized type, and knew that soon his bedroom floor would end up covered in his clothes that he never had the enthusiasm to put away.

Once that was done, he put together a bedside table, shoving it in the corner of his room next to his bed, which didn't exactly have a headboard yet. It had a frame, though, as well as some drawers underneath for some extra space for whatever he wanted. Once he was situated in his bedroom, he left to the kitchen.

The cold tile of the kitchen made him shover, taking in the look of the wood, and the light blue from the backsplash. He opened his fridge, finding nothing exactly appetizing. He opened the freezer and found.. one of his shirts?

He could have swore he just put that one in his closet, and it was in his freezer? He looked around quickly, trying to see if there was someone in there messing with him. Finding nobody there, he decided to move on, taking his now frozen cold shirt out and taking it to his bedroom, lazily throwing it on his bed. He decided not to eat, still feeling spooked, and sat down on his small lounge chair in the living room. He turned on his small tv that he propped on the wall, silently watching whatever new reality tv show was on, where celebrities pick fake fights with each other.

He watched his charger slowly fall off the cushion, and then drag across the bamboo mats. Right.. because thats totally normal. Hinata thought to himself, looking back at the tv. Almost immediately after, he heard a loud crash coming from his bedroom. He sprung up from the couch, and ran into the room, thinking that there must be some sort of intruder, and all he found was a broken flower pot on his brand new, white desk.

He looked closer at the now shattered pot and all the dirt, thinking he may have set it too far close to the edge of the windowsill, even though he felt in the back of his mind that he didn't leave it there, and it was on the edge of the desk. Thats weird, but totally normal. Things like this happen. Hinata thought, pushing whatever paranormal reasoning he could muster to the back of his thoughts. He cleaned up the pot, and put the plant and its dirt into a small bag, leaving it by the window until he could get a new pot. He wasn't going to leave the house just now for a new one anyway, he'd go to the store in a couple of days anyway.

When he walked back to the tv, he saw that the channel had changed to something completely different, and the remote sitting on one of the cushions instead of the table where he left it. He didn't exactly mind, what was on the tv was a volleyball match. What else could he have possibly asked for? It was a great change from the crap tv before.

He looked back over where the charger had moved, and saw that it was straight up, like it was plugged into something. It just floated there. Now that's not normal. Hinata thought to himself. He picked up the cord, pulling it away, but it wouldn't exactly move the way you would expect. After a small tug, it flew toward him and hit him in the nose. "Ow!" He exclaimed, rubbing his nose and putting down the charger.

The charge picked back up and went to where it was, and Hinata pulled his hand away from his face to see. "Uh, what the hell?" he said absentmindedly to himself, looking at the floating charger move across the floor. It moved a round a little, as if someone was speaking to him, and talking with their hands. Hinata thought it was extremely silly to look at.