My Inspiration

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The date was December 24th. Hinata stood idly at a bus stop, waiting for a vehicle to haul him away. His chest was warmed by the rapid beating of his heart. He felt as if he was bound to clean up something today since he and his boss always seemed to make the biggest of messes.

Kageyama. A pleasant thought. Hinata admired him more than anything. He loved the way that his raven hair fell into those bright sapphires of his. His voice always seemed so formal when he spoke, which was very attractive. Hinata couldn't help but sigh wistfully as his brain gave way to reveal all of his thoughts about the younger man. His lips parted as if begging to be kissed. The thought of kissing his boss gave him a rush of adrenaline, which almost caused him to miss his bus.

After turning in his ticket and being seated, Hinata inhaled deeply, trying to soothe his nerves. Today was the day that he was supposed to go to Kageyama's house, to celebrate Christmas with his family. It was a convenient holiday that benefitted the both of them. He figured that it would be nice to introduce Shoyo to his parents before announcing that they were planning on going on a date or two. The latter agreed, just happy that there could be more than one date planned.

    I want to meet his family, but it's really awkward to do that even before our first date! I guess he is pretty old fashioned, so he'd want his folks to know me before things escalated at all. Thought Hinata as he placed his earbuds inside of his ears, absorbing the music he'd accidentally played. Once he realized that the song was almost complete, he rewound it, enjoying the tune all over again. It was a beautiful slur of voices and consonants, each displaying a different message. They were all played over a fantastic guitar track. Hinata decided to keep that one on repeat.

He tried to keep all of his thoughts as internal ones. Since he was one to sometimes speak his thoughts out loud, it was hard to try to keep other from worrying about him. Most people thought he was crazy, but he was just bad at keeping everything inside. Kageyama knew that well. He always heard Hinata listing things like grocery lists, and chores that he still had to do at his home. He found it endearing and annoying.

Hinata glanced out of the window. It was a white morning. The lovely birds had long been gone, which made him melancholy. The birds always gave him a little thing to be happy about every day in the spring, their songs would extend to the reaches of his heart, still thawing out from the cold winter.

Winter was a nice season, but not Hinata's favorite. However, the snow on the ground was a nice visual that added to the suburban houses, small businesses and buildings speeding by. It all screamed "Rustic." Maybe living here is what gave Kageyama the uncanny ability to thoroughly describe mundane and seemingly shabby things? He had no idea, but would soon be finding out, since his boss' neighborhood was approaching. Hinata knew that there was a bus stop on the nearest corner, about a couple of yards from the entrance to the community.

There was no gate or anything to close the houses off from the small town. Everything seemed connected and the transitions between the town and the neighborhood were as abrupt as a slow stroke of watercolor on a blank canvas.

As the bus pulled to a stop, Hinata stood up too eagerly, hitting his head on a pole connecting a luggage rack to the floor of the vehicle. While several passengers asked if he was okay, others simply giggled at his misfortune. He couldn't lie, he did laugh at himself a bit but he knew that he and they weren't laughing for the same reasons.

Hinata tried to recover from his embarrassment, but it was almost impossible to do so. As he parted with the bus driver, giving her a tip just because he felt like being nice, the young man looked at the place before him.

The neighborhood looked tightly woven together. Not just by how close the houses were to each other, but just by the atmosphere of the whole place. He knew that if he were to do something wrong in front of Kageyama's parents, the whole town would hear of it. The December air chilled him to the bone, piling on top of his fear for the future. Failure was not an option today.