When the Sun Stops Shining

Chapter Thirteen: That's a Killer Dinner

When they neared the dinner table, Kageyama could see all the usual people sitting there. Starting from the left, there was Tsukishima sitting next to Yamaguchi. Kageyama really hated Tsukishima, though. He'd seemed useful when Kageyama first recruited him for Karasuno, but the blonde had soon shown his sadistic streak. Yamaguchi, on the other hand, was a peppy guy who enjoyed all things art.

Opposite from the two of them sat Ennoshita and Kinoshita. Honestly, Kageyama found himself forgetting that Kinoshita even existed most days. On the outside, Kinoshita had been the guy 'behind the scenes' who gathered information on targets and rival teams. Now, he was just a quiet guy who was serving time. Ennoshita had been an aspiring director, but then he'd gotten thrown in Fukurodani. He hadn't given up though. He fully intended on making a film about his time in prison once he got out. He spent so much time carrying around notebooks and making notes on every little thing that Kageyama was sure that he'd probably spent more time writing than he had doing anything else (including serving time itself).

Then, there was Kindaichi and Kunimi, who were talking amongst themselves. Kindaichi was a pretty docile guy who liked to run around doing errands, whereas Kunimi was quite a sassy guy. They always talked to Kageyama with respect, though. They had to. After all, he'd spared those two after annihilating the rival team, Kitagawa Daiichi. They owed their lives to him.

Kageyama could see Nishinoya and Tanaka approaching the table from the kitchen, juggling yoghurt pots in their hands. Suga and Daichi slipped into two free spots on the table, having retrieved their trays from the dinner line. Today's menu was rice with chicken and vegetables. For a prison dinner, it looked strangely appetising. Thank God for contraband, Kageyama thought. Everyone else was subject to the same old slop, but since Yamamoto knew people, he was able to get his hands on better-quality food. While Karasuno and Nekoma were separate from one another, the two gangs were still very close. It wasn't weird for the two to sit together every now and again, nor was it weird for them to exchange items and whatnot.

There was one very definitive space left on the table, the centre spot. That was where Kageyama had always sat. Nobody was allowed to sit in his spot. It was one of those unspoken rules — even if he's not in the cafeteria, you don't sit in his seat. He always had Kindaichi and Kunimi on either side of him, acting as bodyguards. Kunimi was lanky, but he was agile. Kindaichi was a bit slower, but his strength was one of a kind.

"Hey, Kageyama. Here you go!" Tanaka handed him two pots of Gun Gun yoghurt, much to Kageyama's delight. Nothing could stop him from eating that yoghurt, absolutely nothing.

"Thanks." Kageyama slid into his seat and opened the yoghurt pot, not even hesitating to dig into the small treat.

"Hey, Kageyama. Aren't you going to get dinner? It's chicken," Yamaguchi enquired.

"He can't eat himself, Yamaguchi. That would be cannibalism," Tsukishima interjected with that sly smirk of his. Kageyama stuck his middle finger up in response, which only made the blonde laugh more than he should've been. Tsukishima really, really loved riling people up. Yamaguchi was the only man alive who could tame Tsukishima.

"Hey, were any of you in the rec room earlier on? Apparently there was some massive news story on TV," Ennoshita remarked, pushing his spectacles up his nose with a grin. "They found the leader of Wakunan at last. He'd been hiding out in some abandoned restaurant, but some bystander spotted him taking a piss in a nearby bush and called the police on him. I wonder if they're going to televise the trial; it would make such great material for my film! Oh God, imagine all the different lighting techniques I could use!"