Insanity awakens

Tag. You're It.

Hinata was bent over completely exhausted from a twenty minute game of 'Keep It Up' with his upperclassman, Nishinoya. Hinata knew that his senpai was competitive but twenty minutes of a plain 'Keep It Up' game was over the top for him. He straightened with an arm whipping sweat from his heated face to later glance at the other players of his team paired up with friends to do their own practicing. He remembered that he was originally practicing his quick with Kageyama. He smiled when his mind replayed the one that went perfectly as his hand began to tingle with anticipation.

"On that note," He said, going back to looking around the gym. "Where is Kageyama?" Soon enough, his hazel eyes caught the fist year sitting next to karusano's starting setter, Koushi Sugawara. However something seemed terribly wrong to Hinata. Kageyama was bent over his knees with a nervous yet depressed frown as he spoke to Suga while the other setter had his head lean back against the gym wall, listening closely to what his underclassman was saying. His usually happy face was pulled tight in concentration and pity. 

Out of worry for his friend, Hinata softly kicked the volleyball by his feet so he could hear what was being said between the two. He wouldn't normally do this but he felt as if his actions where necessary. Once he picked up that roughed up volleyball, he started to hear the conversation the two setters where having. He knew he would feel guilty about this later on but he insisted on wanting to help anyway he possibly could.

"- I just," Kageyama paused to breath deeply with emotion. "Can't".  Suga snapped his head to look at Kageyama, shock present in his face. Within time, Suga soon relaxed and smiled softly at him, understandment clear in his gesture. "Is it a can't or a won't?" He said, gaining the fist years full attention. "Maybe it's not as bad as you think it to be. You may use the word 'can't' but its possible that its a won't" 

Kageyama was silent, seeming to ponder over the words Suga had spoke to him. The more he thought about it the more he seemed to get confused. He lifted his dark eyes up to match Suga's and realized his senpai  was patently waiting for him to speak. He shifted uncomfortably before getting a sentence out. "You mean like... A fear?" Suga nodded, "Exactly so what you need is to figure out the possible fears that could appear when trying to express yourself. Once you do that come find me and I'll help" he finished with a soft grin, receiving a nervous nod from the younger setter. Hinata's attention was brought down to Kageyama's wrist from the fact he kept rubbing it and Suga reaching out for him to place his wrist in his stretched out hand. As soon as Kageyama had settled it on his friends hand, Hinata had patted the volleyball before dropping it and took a seat next to the third year. 

"What's going on?" He asked, watching Suga bend Kageyama's wrist now and then.

"Kageyama's wrist has been bugging him lately," Suga replied, examining the wounded wrist closely. "He insist he's fine but I beg the differ."

"I am fine! I can still set-" He said but was simply interrupted with a; "Can you serve?" and had decided to stop talking.  "Thought so. I was watching you this morning and it had looked like you had hit a rock and not a soft volleyball," Suga said, letting go of his wrist, " It doesn't seem that bad, maybe a minor sprain. But that doesn't mean you can play rough." He said, standing up. "I'll be back, Hinata don't let him pick up a volleyball, got it?" He asked Hinata, accepting the small spikers quick nod of agreement.

Kageyama was silent, moving his wrist back to the safety of his other hand. Hinata watched as Kageyama scanned the gym, assessing everyone while they practiced. Between the two, no words where said, it was just the sounds of volleyballs or laughter from their sports team. That was until Hinata broke it by mumbling out impulsive words. "I over heard the last portion of your guys's conversation." Kageyama snapped his head over to Hinata, anger was quick to appear in the setters body language. "You what?" He had said darkly.