Hinata jolts upwards, falling backwards off his chair and hitting his head on the desk behind him. People snicker around him and he gathers himself, throwing his bag over his shoulder and righting his chair with his good hand. He wanders out of the classroom, making his way to lunch alone.
Kageyama hasn't shown up at school today, not that Hinata cares. He rubs his wrist absentmindedly, smoothing down the edge of the tape. A bruise can be seen across the back of hinatas hand, running along his knuckles and down his arm, their are three smaller fingertip shaped bruises, one next to the other, on the top of hinatas wrist, right above his veins.
Hinata shrugs his bag into a more comfortable position on his back, books shifting within. He plonks down on the grass in his and Kageyamas usual spot, although without the moody dark haired one for once, and opens his bento, struggling to hold chopsticks in his injured hand. Eventually he gives up and just closes his lunch, throwing himself backwards and closing his eyes, enjoying the sunshine on his face, the soft grass on his back, the slight breeze that plays with his hair, bringing with it the scent of earth and leaves.
Hinata opens his eyes, looking to the spot where Kageyama usually sits and frowns. He props himself up on his elbows and sighs, shaking his head to clear it of his thoughts.
Their is absolutely no point in thinking about him.
He scolds himself, laying back again and pressing his palms into his eyes, colours exploding behind his eyelids. He rolls over, closer to a bush to get some shade and curls up, closing his eyes and focusing on slowing his breathing, calming himself.
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Breathe (Kagehina)
Fanfiction'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? Wh...
