When the Sun Stops Shining

Chapter Thirty-Two: Yakisoba Bread

Hinata was a little late in getting to Kageyama's room. The dark-haired sniper was sitting on the foot of his bed, devouring a pot of Gun Gun yoghurt when Hinata finally entered.

"I wasn't sure if you were still coming," Kageyama admitted, putting his yoghurt down and handing the notebook over to Hinata. "I haven't got any ramen. I have yakisoba bread, though."

"No, it's okay." Hinata shook his head at the sniper and took the notebook out of Kageyama's hands. "Yakisoba's worth a lot in this place."

"I insist. Eat something," Kageyama said. "You were doing a lot of running. You need to keep your energy up."

Hinata didn't respond. He opened up the notebook and read through Kageyama's response.

I never knew you felt that way. I've always been told that I'm not the best at understanding people's feelings. I can read them, but I can't understand them. You're right, Hinata. I am a coward. I'm one of the biggest cowards you'll meet. I hide behind my reputation because I'm scared to let anyone get close.

But, Hinata. Don't think that I'm too scared to face reality. I've been facing reality my whole life. Why else do you think that I want to hide? There's only so much a man can take before he starts to break. It's my way of remaining somewhat sane. It doesn't really seem to be helping, though. All I can think about is how much I'd like to die. I want to be with my mother. I've always thought that I was making her proud every time I shot someone dead, but I was probably doing the opposite. I'm really fucking crazy, aren't I? Someone like you should stay away from me. I'm nothing but bad news. Unless you want to end up with more than fifteen years, you should walk away from me. Just... give me this notebook and leave.

-Kageyama

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I don't have much to live for either, if I'm honest. The only thing I cared for was volleyball and I've lost that. I haven't touched a volleyball in months. It hurts.

And you still don't seem to get it. You need to stop telling me what to do, Kageyama. I'm a grown man. It's my choice whether I stay by you or not, alright?

And to answer your question, yes. You might be crazy. But that's okay, because you never claimed to be sane.

-Hinata

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Hinata passed the notebook over to Kageyama and traipsed over to his small table, where there was some warm yakisoba bread. Hinata ripped it in half and handed it to Kageyama, who shook his head. He was writing.

"You can stop for a minute, you know." Hinata placed one half into Kageyama's free hand. "Eat something. Please. I noticed that you haven't been eating in the cafeteria."

"So, you're a voyeur now. Interesting." A smirk appeared on Kageyama's lips.

"No! I just... I just... you have a big presence."

"They say it's all the cigarettes. I have an invisible smoke cloud following me wherever I go."

"See, you say that you're bad at human interaction but you're really good at sarcastic jokes," Hinata said, nudging the sniper as he sat down at the foot of his bed. "You're capable of it. You just don't try."

"I'm pretty sure I made it clear that I don't like being analysed."

"I also made it clear that I don't like being bossed around." Hinata took a bite out of his yakisoba bread. He wasn't really tasting it, though. He was more focused on trying to figure out just who Kageyama really was. "I took a bite. Your turn."