Runaway // KageHina

Hello, Sunshine

"Oh, thanks," I muttered, a slight blush dancing across my cheeks. I never thought much about my appearance, as I found it rather dull. My dark hair and blueish eyes never stood out.

I never stood out.

But I suppose he must've noticed something special about me. He opened his mouth to respond, but was distracted by another patient calling his name. They quickly became engaged in a lively discussion, leaving me to dwell on our interaction.

This boy is a mystery to me. His extroverted nature makes you feel as though you know him. But in reality, I haven't heard him open up about anything. Everyone in the hospital already knew me as the boy with a dead mom, but Hinata was only defined by his personality. No one knew his backstory. 

I loved to watch him interact with the other patients. He was able to make them open up so easily. He had a way with words that just made you like him. Even without speaking, he could easily become the center of attention. He radiated a sort of warmth that reminded me of sitting on the beach during a warm summer day. When he smiled I felt the sun's rays brush against me, comforting me. 

After mealtime drew to a close, it was time to return to our rooms. I noticed other patients had decorated their walls with pictures of friends and family or art they had created. However, my walls stayed naked. While I disliked my barren room, I figured there was no point in decorating it. It would just be a hassle to take everything down when it's time for discharge. I didn't have a roommate, but I didn't mind. I liked having my alone time. After a long day, I loved the feeling of settling into my bed by myself. 

Just as I began to process today's events, I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I turned my head and watched as a certain small redhead smiled through the little window in my doorway. I got up to open the door for him, and he tumbled in. He was carrying a large comforter and a plethora of fluffy blankets, which he set down on the empty bed near mine. 

"Hey," he began, "I hope you don't mind, but I guess we're roommates now."

"What? Why?" I asked, sounding more aggressive than I intended to.  

He giggled, saying "Well, I dared my old roommate to draw dicks all over the wall. It was hilarious, you should have seen the look on our nurse's face. As punishment, we've been separated."

"Oh," I said, unsure of how I felt about this. I quietly settled into my bed and buried my nose in a book. However, I struggled to focus. Hinata was loud as he moved his stuff into our room, clumsily throwing his clothes on our shelves and pasting photos above his bed space. 

I watched discreetly, peeking over the cover of my novel. It was odd watching him unpack all of these parts of his life. Looking on his wall, I saw the pictures that showed little pieces of his past. Trying to connect them all was like a puzzle, but I felt like I was missing a piece.

A few images stood out. A photo of him beaming next to a younger, female version of himself emanated so much positivity that I almost wanted to smile. Next to that, a blurry image of him and a huge group of people around a bonfire caught my eye. I assumed these were his friends. There sure were lots of them. I also found myself staring at pieces of art on his wall, all poorly drawn. They looked like a child's scribbles, and were all signed the same way.

Love, Natsu.

While I thought I was being sneaky, Hinata was far from oblivious. He turned to me, flashing the same bright smile he always wore.

"You like my art? Well, technically it's not mine. My little sister drew them for me," he beamed, clearly proud. I could sense his brotherly love as he carefully placed each of her drawings.

"They're cute," I said, feigning disinterest.

He just giggled and continued to unpack.