Breathe (Kagehina)

8

'Shoyou! Sweety, someone's here for you,'
Hinata sighs. He knows who it is, he doesn't want to talk with him. The red head slouches to the front door, dragging his feet slightly. He straitens up when he sees Kageyama, standing in the doorway fidgeting. He's in casual clothing, black jeans and and a loose white T. Kageyama picks at a loose thread on the bottom of his shirt, looking awkwardly at Hinata.
'So,'
'...'
'Still not gonna talk?' Hinata raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Kageyama opens and closes his mouth, looking lost.
'I see,' Hinata whispers and turns around, walking back to his room.
Kageyama gawks at his back, stumbling inside without having been invited and following Hinata through his house, his shoes still on. The shorter boy turns into a room, leaving the door open.
Kageyama approaches cautiously, standing in the doorway he watches as Hinata scribbles in a book. He sits at a desk, presumably in his room. Kageyama gives a small cough.
'I-'
'Look,' Hinata cuts Kageyama off, thumping a fist against his desk and standing to face the taller male abruptly, pushing his chair backwards harshly 'I honestly, at this point, don't give a shit about what you have to say. I'd realy like you to just leave,' he looks down and then up again, making eye contact with Kageyama and nodding to himself, as if agreeing with what he just said.
Kageyama steps forward into the room, showing Hinata his palms.
'I-I'm sor-'
'No, no just go. Alright?' The red head says, stepping backward and holding out a hand, fingers splayed, as if to ward Kageyama off. He hangs his head, 'just leave.'
Hinat breaths in deeply, closing his eyes tightly, and breaths out, emptying his lungs.
Kageyama clears the distance between them in two steps and laces their fingers together.
Hinata stiffens, looking up at him and furrowing his eyebrows. He shakes his head, his hand limp in kagayamas grasp.
'See, what is this?' He asks, 'what are you doing here?' He motions to their intertwined fingers with his free hand, waving it in between them, 'what's going on?'
Kageyama looks at him, pleading for him to understand.
Why must you require words? Why do you need me to say it. Don't make me say it. Please.
Please.
'Hinata, I-' Kageyama starts, still holding onto Hinatas limp limb, still clinging to the hope that he will understand, 'I. I. I don't want you to hate m-'
'Yeah, see, i get that much, but what's with this? What's with the hand holding? What's with- with the pinning me down! The-' Hinatas voice breaks and he shakes his hand free, looking down as his face screws up in an effort not to cry, 'The pinning me down. Why where you so close to me? What makes you think that, that i want a- a-' Hinata crosses his arms, looking up at him. Kageyamas lips part, Hinatas standing there with tears and snot streaming down his face, his body quivers, trying to force words out, 'that i whant you to t-touch me, to do that to me, what makes it alright for you to k-k-kiss me?!'
Kageyama looks at him. Frozen to the spot. His lips tremble.
'Just go, alright. Jus- just leave!'
'I- if you w-would just l-l-l let me explain,' he whispered. Tears spill from Kageyamas eyes freely. He goes to take a step forward, but Hinata raises a fist at him, pointing at his chest.
'You. Had. Chances. To. Explain,' the red head shivers, punctuating each word with a punch to his own thy, 'so now's your chance,' hinatas voice breaks as he tells him,
'to leave.'
Kageyama places his foot back down on the ground. Looking at the mop of orange hair in front of him. He takes a step backwards and Hinata throws himself into his desk chair, head resting on his open book as he clutches his stomach.
Kageyama retreats back the way he came, closing the door behind him.

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