Don't Make Me Walk When I Want To Fly SEASON 1

CHAPTER 5: 08:45

Chapter 5

08:45

Hinata was sitting outside, on the edge of the terrace, hanging one of his legs down, enjoying how he could swing it in the air, feeling the wind.

He looked up at, admiring the sky which was above him.

This was the first time Hinata had realized why he dies every yesterday. Like now how he passed out. And then having a heart attack the day before?

It seemed it could literally be anything. So, these were the rules as far as he knew;

One, Hinata had to die because of the accidents.

Two, Hinata always had to die at eleven o'clock, late night.

Three, Hinata always had to wake up at four forty–five in the morning. Not earlier, not later.

He closed his eyes and wiped the tears with his forearm.

Just how was he going to crawl out of this mess? Was there even a way to crawl out of it?

I wonder if I ever see tomorrow.

"I heard you walk out," Hinata heard Tsukishima's voice behind his back but he didn't even flinch, wasn't even surprised. As if he knew he'd come out to talk to him.

As if he could sense the probability of everything.

"I did," Hinata said and then noticed that Tsukishima sat down next to him, hanging his own leg too. "I couldn't sleep."

Tsukishima sighed, slightly annoyed. "I know the feeling."

"...I haven't slept in days," Tsukishima still haven't opened his eyes, "Kuroo and Bokuto are planning to sneak in and pour water on me with full of ice..."

Hinata's eyes slightly widened, almost unnoticeably.

I wonder if Tsukishima heard me walking out in every one of my yesterdays.

Hinata frowned.

But if he did–

Then why didn't he follow him? Why did he only follow him out now?

"What keeps you up at night?" Tsukishima asked with a bored tone but there was something else to it that Hinata couldn't put anywhere.

He turned away from him and stared at the clouds. "Why do you care?" Hinata's voice was quiet.

"I don't know," Tsukishima answered with honesty. And after a couple of second full of silence, he continued, "sometimes I feel like as if we've already talked like this before."

Hinata

felt

chills.

He blinked and watched Tsukishima from the corner of his eyes. "What do you mean? Talking like what?"

Tsukishima didn't answer immediately. He only furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes, trying to understand something that Hinata couldn't see nor touch.

"Like we're... friends," Tsukishima shook his head. "I don't know what I'm saying."

Hinata remembered how Tsukishima was the first one who sat next to him after he had a panic attack.