Hinata woke up early. 4:45. He didn't mind though since he always woke up early. Hinata got out of bed and threw on a red t-shirt and some baggy jeans, brushed his teeth, and brushed his hair even though it wouldn't do anything. He lived alone, along with his goldfish whose name was Hikaru. Hinata didn't have any roommates in his small apartment but he didn't mind despite him being a social butterfly and loved company.
He actually liked being by himself. Hinata got distracted easily so it was for the best that he'd live alone so he could focus on work, school, ect... Today was his first day working at a near by pet shop. It was small but cluttered and filled with life. The owner was a old woman who had known Hinata for awhile and saw how much he loved all the animals. She offered him a job in result of that and he cheerfully agreed. His fish, was even bought from that same pet shop, so why not.
He rode his bike to the small store which didn't take long since he lived about 10 minutes away from it. He set up his bike and locked it to a pole where he usually secured it and walked into the shop. Hinata was welcomed to a small familiar bell and the sounds of dogs barking, cats mewing, and birds chirping. It smelled off hamster food pellets and another smell which Hinata couldn't quite identify but it was a nostalgic aroma that he was used to ever since he was a child.
The shop opened at 6:30 but he was expected to be there by 6:00 O'clock AM. Hinata had no problem with that of course since he was a morning person. The old lady came out from the back roomed and smiled warmly towards him "Hello Hinata-kun, I won't be in the shop today. I know it is only your first day but I trust you with the shop until I come back." Hinata smiled brightly and nodded "I'll take good care of all the customers and animals, I promise!" with that she grabbed her bag and left.
It was a slow day, only about 2 people came in and it was only 1:30. The whole day Hinata tried to remember his dream as a teenager in school, he mainly tried to remember what the boy had looked like. He couldn't remember at all and it got him frustrated. It was like he had read a picture book and all the pictures had faded, leaving only the words, the details, but no pictures. A blank page. A blank page of a face he knew too well. His thoughts were interrupted by the little charm of the bell, he looked up from the counter and there he was. The boy from his dream but he wasn't a teenaged boy this time, he was a young man. He gaped at him until the man looked at him with a scowl Hinata quickly looked away then cleared his throat. The man walked up to the counter he looked like he was going to ask something but he just kept staring "C-Could I um, help you?" the young man nodded "I'm looking for a collar, for a cat..." Hinata smiled and came around from the counter.
"Follow me this way, is there anything else you need help with?" He looked back and he shook his head. While he was walking he tried to focus on what the man had talked to him about in his dream. He knew he told him his name he just couldn't remember, again. Today seemed to be just about remembering, he furrowed his brows then groaned. "Are you okay?" the man asked and raised an eyebrow Hinata yelped and nodded "Y-Yeah, sorry Kageya-" that's it. His name was Kageyama Tobio everything about him was so crystal clear now, Kageyama's brows were both raised in confusion "What?" Hinata shook his head "N-Nothing , nothing- Oh, here are the collars for cats!"
Kageyama had gotten a pink one with sequined hearts embedded in it. Hinata wanted to chuckled but he might have a cat that looks good in pink with sequined hearts. "This all?" Kageyama nodded and paid silently, he mumbled something along the lines of thank you and left. Hinata slid behind the counter, he blew it he thought, he messed up so badly. He didn't know why he had to say his name out loud and he cursed himself for it. Hopefully tomorrow would be better and he would never see Kageyama again.
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We Could Be Immortals
FanficHinata has been having nightmares for years. Always meeting a familiar black crow, but never getting a chance to even talk to him. It was like it flew away before he could even touch it.