Me Or Volleyball

Chapter 10- Stolen Moments

The weeks following Hinata's and my decision to pursue a secret relationship were a whirlwind of stolen glances, hidden smiles, and carefully orchestrated "accidental" meetings. Every moment we managed to snatch together felt electric, charged with the thrill of our shared secret.

I found myself lingering after classes, taking roundabout routes to my next destination, all in hopes of crossing paths with Hinata. Sometimes, it would just be a fleeting moment - a brush of hands as we passed in the hallway, a secret smile shared across the courtyard. Other times, we'd manage to find a few precious minutes alone.

One such moment came on a crisp autumn afternoon. I was leaving the library when I felt a hand grab mine, pulling me into an empty classroom. My heart leapt as I found myself face to face with Hinata, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.

"Hi," he whispered, his smile brighter than the sun streaming through the windows.

"Hi yourself," I replied, unable to keep the grin off my face. "Fancy meeting you here."

Hinata's laugh was soft as he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I missed you," he murmured, resting his forehead against mine.

In moments like these, it was easy to forget the complicated nature of our relationship. Easy to ignore the voice in the back of my mind that whispered doubts and fears. All that mattered was Hinata, the warmth of his embrace, the softness of his lips as they met mine in a tender kiss.

But reality had a way of intruding, even in our most perfect moments. The sound of voices in the hallway had us springing apart, hearts racing with more than just young love.

"I should go," Hinata said reluctantly, his hand lingering in mine. "Practice starts soon."

I nodded, trying to ignore the pang in my chest. "Go be amazing," I told him, forcing a smile.

As I watched him leave, slipping out of the classroom after ensuring the coast was clear, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Joy at what we shared, excitement for the next time we could be together, but also a gnawing sense of unease.

How long could we keep this up? How long before the strain of secrecy began to wear on us?

These questions plagued me as I made my way home, my feet carrying me almost unconsciously towards the gym. I told myself I just wanted to catch a glimpse of Hinata in action, to see him in his element. But deep down, I knew part of me hoped for another stolen moment, another chance to be near him without pretense.

As I neared the gym, voices drifted out, catching my attention. I recognized Tanaka's boisterous tone, followed by Nishinoya's excited chatter. Curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself edging closer, staying out of sight but within earshot.

"I'm telling you," Tanaka was saying, "something's up with Hinata. He's been acting weird lately."

My heart skipped a beat. Had we been too careless?

"Weird how?" Nishinoya asked.

"I don't know, man. He's been distracted, always checking his phone. And have you noticed how he keeps disappearing between classes?"

I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. We had been careless.

"Maybe he's got a secret girlfriend!" Nishinoya suggested with a laugh.

The silence that followed was deafening. Then, to my horror, I heard Kageyama's voice.

"Don't be stupid," he said, but there was a note of uncertainty in his tone. "Hinata wouldn't... would he?"

I didn't stay to hear more. My feet carried me away from the gym, my mind racing. We had been so caught up in our own little world, we hadn't considered how our actions might look to others.

That night, as I lay in bed, my phone buzzed with a message from Hinata.

"Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

A smile tugged at my lips even as worry gnawed at my stomach. I typed back a quick reply, then stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Our relationship was beautiful, exciting, everything I had dreamed of. But it was also fragile, balanced on a knife's edge of discovery. One wrong move, one careless moment, and everything could come crashing down.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were walking a dangerous path. But with Hinata's goodnight message warming my heart, I found I didn't care. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever risks we faced, I was all in.

For Hinata, for us, I was willing to walk through fire. Even if that fire was of our own making.