one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

Post-Festival Blues Part 1

AN//: IM BACK BITCHES REEEEEE

Song Suggestions
**Stay (feat. Chelsea Cutler) - Chet Porter

vista - iamamiwhoami

**Slow Down Love (feat. Chelsea Cutler) - Louis the Child

Beretta Lake (feat. SAINt JHN) - Teflon Saga

No Sleep Martin (feat. Bonn) - Garrix

Being front row at a festival, during the number one headliner, spells for disaster.
Hinata Shouyo had underestimated the violence of the crowd as mosh pits opened up, churning like mini hurricanes. His toes barely touched the ground at this point, and he got elbowed and scratched and his clothes were being pulled at. He was terrified really. The entire day, the entire two days before even, were not nearly this intense. In fact, they were rather peaceful and fun, with people drugged off their asses dancing carelessly with strangers.
At a festival like this, you listened to your favorite artists in the most unrestricted ways possible.
At festivals like this, even the rappers are somewhat subdued. But he should've known better. He had been to straight up rap concerts, in massive crowds crushed together to see Migos or Uzi, or someone like that. The pressure of people wasn't something he worried about even then, because he stayed far from the centerpiece of the chaos. But here he is, now, unwittingly trapped in a sea of people, surging forward, pushing forward, crushing forward, with no consideration. He could almost hear Daichi echoing, "People die in situations like those. People fall, and everyone just steps all over them because they just don't give a shit. They'll crush you against the muddy, dirty ground without even knowing your name, in some star-crazed reverence."
He had lost Yachi, he had lost Yamaguchi and Tsukki, Oikawa's sparkly flower crown was nowhere in sight, and he couldn't see the spikes of Bokuto's hair bouncing up and down.
Hinata gasped, shoving at the taller man next to him after his elbow came down onto his face. Suddenly, the crowd roared at something the artist had said, and he took off his shirt and tossed it into the crowd.
Hinata watched it float through the air, the noise had slowed, the crowd had slowed, as he had realized just what was about to happen. He was lifted completely off his feet again, and crushed against the fence now. Pure panic, pure fear, pure adrenaline pulsed through him as he struggled to breath against the fence. His throat burned ferociously as tears streamed down his cheeks, and he screamed soundlessly against the vibration of the massive speakers that made him quake in his shoes from shear noise.
His vision was blurring, coming in and out, and he lifted his eyes as they blackened and lightened again.
His toes were tingling, and he thought he would die before the crowd returned to the regular erratic dancing, rather than mobbing for a stupid, sweaty t-shirt. He was so pissed that he would end up dying because of some stupid fucking t-shirt.
He realized that the blood must not be reaching his brain or something, or maybe he's always thought about things that don't matter in situations like this. Or maybe not, since he really never has encountered death in such a hopeless way. His fingers reached out pleadingly a last time, and he felt his knees buckle, and his vision went black.

⚣

The first thing that occured to Hinata now, was the smell of meat. It smelled like a barbeque, laced with pot and body odor, which wasn't as unpleasant as it sounds (once you got used to it). His body felt light, airy almost. As if he were a helium filled balloon, or a cartoon ghost lifting from a body, he rose to the smell of barbeque before his eyes even opened. He had a faint smile on his lips and he cherished the smell. He took a deep breath in, and after a split second sharp pain shot through his chest and he cried out.
"Oi! Baka! Don't sit up so damn fast, you almost fucking died." A voice growled from before him, and he peaked his eye open to see just where the fuck he was.
He glanced around, and there were cots sitting around him, lined up with pristine sheets. It looked almost like an army nurse station, but instead of wounded shoulders and blood there were a couple of dehydrated drunks sitting and drinking water, and a dude in a pink bunny onesie unconscious and drooling.
How weird.
"How exactly did I get here?" He thought to himself, staring up at the manila roof of the tent. It was like a giant hut. "Was I tripping?" His hands shot up from his sides in front of his face. "They aren't melting..."
"Are you awake? You were almost crushed in a mosh pit, you're lucky I saw your little ass. You could have died." The gruff voice spoke again, and Hinata turned his head to the side slowly. The moment he laid eyes on the man sitting next to him, his heart skipped a beat. He had raven hair, and dark, blueberry eyes that glinted in the light as if they had stars. His mouth was drawn in a grimace, such a deep grimace that Hinata wondered just how grumpy this guy could get. "Your phone died so there was no way for us to contact your friends, so I was stuck here babysitting you until you came to. Now that you're awake and weird again I'll take my chance to leave."
Hinata blinked, and then he squealed suddenly, jumping forward. "W-Wait!" His arms flailed a bit after his energy caused the cot to topple over, and he lifted his head from beneath the blanket. "What's your name?"
The man looked over his shoulder, rigid and unmoving with a beet red face (whether from anger or embarrassment Hinata wasn't sure). "D-Dumbass, don't ask people shit like that so casually after almost dying a second time." he stuttered.
"My name is Hinata, Hinata Shouyo!" He blustered suddenly, ignoring the other's outburst.
"I'm Kageyama Tobio." He growled, and turned briskly and continued moving away. On the back of his neon orange shirt the word, 'Security,' was printed across the back. He slipped out of the tent flap, and Hinata scrambled after him, scooping up and his fanny pack and frantically snapped the buckle into place around his waist once more.
"Bakageyama!! Wait a second, seriously!" He tumbled out of the tent, the bright sky blinding him, before the festival grounds came into full view. It was like a circus, in a good way at least. Two men walked on stilts, and a group of people gathered around a stereo blasting house music while they had some sort of dance competition. There were beautiful free standing art displays, and food stands and clothing boutiques set up in little tents and mobile homes everywhere. A girl walked past blowing bubbles giggling with her friends, and a plaza with intricate carvings had a massive meditation and yoga circle. Hinata gawked in awe, making strange noises of excitement, before remembering what he was doing. "Kageyama! Please, I don't know how to get back to my tent, it's only the second morning. We came and set up yesterday and only saw the headliner last night so I have no idea where to go."
"You didn't like, save the location or anything?"
"My phone is dead and it isn't like I can just go buy a charger or just charge it at all really.'
Kageyama pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay great, lovely. Then we'll just go walk around the park all day because we're bound to bump into them."
"Can't I just use your phone?" Hinata mused, tilting his head and falling into step next to Kageyama.
"I lost it trying to save you last night. Those assholes were moshing and I either lost it or sometime in between panicking over you or over myself making it out in one piece someone pickpocketed me."
"That's super unfortunate... How exactly is this gonna work out then? I mean aren't there like eighty million tents and stuff?"
"Something like that..." Kageyama sighed. "How early did you even get here yesterday?"
"We showed up at like noon." Hinata shrugged, since they finished eating their predrive meal around nine in the morning.
"So when we like first opened up basically? Then that should simplify things. Were you near like a forest with cars inside with like porta potties and a fake little lake and shit?"
"Yeah, something like that." Hinata narrowed his head a bit. "Wait, why could you guess that?"
"Since we place people in certain areas with their cars. The later you get here the farther back your portal is, usually. Unless people like left or something like that..."
"Why do we keep 'saying something like that?' I am concerned."
"I don't know, dumbass!" Kageyama huffed, crossing his arms and stopping. "Anyways, if I'm right you're probably parked somewhere in the first or second portal. How close were you to the free standing art?"
"Not super close... We're parked like right next to the lake. I remember Oikawa complaining about mosquitos and bugs and his hair."
"His hair?"
"Yeah, something about the humidity."
"Makes sense..." Kageyama nodded, even though he really wasn't sure what humidity had to do with hair. Maybe similar consonants since they both start with 'H.' "That means you're on like the edge of the Manatee Portal. There's a massive lake over there."
"What is a manatee?" Hinata blinked in bemusement.
"Hell if I know," Kageyama snorted. "Probably something to do with the local conservation efforts and donation shit."
"Okay! Let's go then!" Hinata exclaimed, and they made their way over. He began to recognize some things, and ask the walked down the rows of campsites, he finally found his, close to the water. "Thank god, I can change." He sighed. "Where's the closest showers?"
"Over that way, in the concrete building." Hinata nodded, and went into his tent, grabbing extra clothes and all his shower essentials. They made their way over, and Hinata quickly showered and changed. They had little mirrors, and Hinata sat cross-legged and put on his sunflower yellow eyeliner and makeup. He added light brown fake freckles and a rose-taupe lipstick. His shirt was bright blue and white striped, and it was tucked into a pair of yellow and floral palazzo pants.
His curls flounced around his head as he bounced up, running out to Kageyama. "I'm ready!" Kageyama's eyes got wide, and he stared in what looked like awe. "What is it, Bakageyama?"
Tobio shook off his daze before walking off back towards the tents. "So, you found your tent. I guess that's that." Kageyama said quickly, bowing his head.
"Whaaaat?!" Hinata screamed, "You can't leave, I won't have anyone to dance with today! All my favorite artists are playing."
"That sucks," Kageyama said.
"Please! Please, I swear I'll make it up to you"
"I think getting drunk and dancing to techno music is stupid, especially since that's not how I'd want to spend my day off."
"Do you like meat buns? If you stay with me today I'll buy all the ones you want."
"Deal."

⚣

Hinayana frocklicked around, dragging a flushed Kageyama by his hand. They are candies dango and took pictures of each other with Hinata's polaroid. Hinata's favorite was of a scowling Kageyama with a flower crown on his head. Kageyama's favorite was of Hinata's profile showing the ferris wheel in the background, a big smile on his face while he laughed. Kageyama slipped that one into his pocket.
It wasn't long until dusk fell, and the color of the sky painted all the faces of the people gold, the glitter on their cheeks, their noses, and in their hair, reflecting brilliantly. Tobio had never experienced a festival in this way. He always was on some kind of cart or in a employee rest area, feeling the vibrations in the ground. Now that they found themselves in a crowd of people dancing avidly, he felt the vibrations differently. They resonated through the soles of his feet, his heart pounding with the beat, his fingertips pulsing with the energy around him.
The brilliance was lost though, when Kageyama found his eyes. Hinata had turned his back to the stage, where the lights and pyrotechnics flashed. A vibrant amber flashed back at him, matching the color of his hair, and the gold of the hour tinted them, and Hinata was a flame.
They danced, closing the space between inch by inch, the song Stay by Chet Porter blasted around them. Their lips crashed together, somewhat synchronized with that of the song. It was an odd feeling that Kageyama couldn't describe, but it burned through his veins and over his skin.
Perhaps it was Hinata, a miniature sun. He inflicted Kageyama with such feelings that were indescribably powerful. It was an infinite moment between them, their fingertips seeking each other evermore. When they parted, their eyes locked together, and Hinata's fantastic smile gripped Kageyama once more as they gasped for breath.
It was a breathtaking night, a night to always remember, a moment never to forget.
Kageyama smiled a bit before his grin matched Hinata's.

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Months after the festival, Kageyama sat back in a small café. He had his textbook and study materials laid scattered around the table, and his fingers were curled in his hair. No one had come to wait on him yet, but he wasn't surprised since he had just settled in and hadn't even thought to look at the menu. He read a passage, and read it again, and again, until he shoved the textbook back while scoffing.
He sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to focus. He had been a mess for months. It wasn't world endingly bad, he just found small ways to inconvenience himself and lost focus easily.
All because of that one night. Not long after their kiss, they lost each other in the crowd. He cursed himself for not remembering the way back to his campsite, and cursed himself for letting the fiery boy slip from his hand. He lifted his right hand, the one that touched Hinata last. It tingled lightly, as if someone still held it.
He reached into the breast pocket of his cotton t shirt, and stared at the polaroid, with Hinata's name scribbled on the back. The door jingled behind him quietly, but it only half registered. He could almost hear the laugh. It sounded so close.
He could hear his voice, too, so clearly.
Kageyama scoffed, running a hand down his face. "I'm going crazy," he muttered.
"Iwa-chaaaaan, I want a slice of cake!" A voice cried out, and another scolded, and then he heard Hinata's laugh again. Then his voice again.
"If Oikawa-sam gets cake, then I get cake!" Hinata said.
Kageyama stood slowly, the chair pushing back behind him, the polaroid clutched in his fingers as he looked around. He found him, standing close to the register with his face pressed against the pastry glass.
"H-Hinata?" Kageyama breathed, his voice low, but Hinata stiffened, and turned to face him. His expression jumped between different emotions, before settling back on a smile.
"Bakageyama!"