10 | hinata

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please please please don't tell anyone that i'm a girl. well, you can call me she/her pronouns here but when we're in volleyball practice please use he/him pronouns.

okay, my turn for a question, who are you?

hinata parted his lips and heaved a sigh. it's not fair, he knows me and i don't know him.

he plugged in his earphones as he plopped down on his desk, tired from volleyball practice a while ago. apparently, the only tosses that he hit was kageyama's, but he couldn't the tosses of sugawara-senpai. and apparently, everyone's been bugging him on why he joined the volleyball club.

what he means is, it's none of their business right?

suddenly, someone went inside the classroom. hinata looked at the person who just walked into the classroom. when he saw who it is, he just sighed and put his earplugs back in. "oh, it's just you kageyama." he whispered as he blew his bangs up in the air.

"isn't it time to go home already? come on i'll walk you home-"

"ah, no, no need, i'm just waiting for someone." he answered, waving his hands, smiling lightly. he then saw kageyama's face beet red. "kageyama? is something wrong? are you sick?" he then stood up and approached kageyama. he put her hand on his forehead, and his face was redder than before. "your forehead isn't even that hot."

"i'll just walk you home, so nothing happens alright?" hinata said, as he smiled at kageyama, kageyma turning beet red.

"yeah, sure, it wouldn't hurt, right?" it was now kageyama's turn to smile.

and he swore he could feel his heart race.
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a/n: edited: august 28,2016

holy shit i reread this story and its a fucking mess
but anyways, i changed hinata's pronouns to "he" bc i was 10 when i wrote this????

yeah.

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