Runaway // KageHina

Stories

I was eventually able to focus on my book, as Hinata seemed busy attempting to organize his side of the room. I say attempting because, despite his best efforts, his space was a total mess. It was a stark contrast to my neat, tidy area.

Finally, he settled into bed. When I turned to look at the clock, I saw it was already 10:00. Time for bed. A nurse came in, reminding us to turn off our lights and head to sleep. I put my book down and pulled up my covers, ready to drift off.

Hinata, on the other hand, did not seem tired in the slightest.

"So, new kid," He began, "What's your name?"

"Kageyama Tobio," I responded. It was strange talking to someone without the lights on like this. But I kind of enjoyed the cover the darkness provided me. 

He introduced himself, and began to bombard me with questions. I answered vaguely, as I've always struggled to keep up with conversations. Luckily, Hinata was a skilled talker and could keep a discussion going for hours. 

Taking note of hesitance, he began to recant stories from his own life. Even if I wanted to, I could barely get a word in. 

The experiences he shared with me let me catch a glimpse into his mind, but I only managed to scratch the surface. He never talked about his family, only about parties and adventures he had with his friends. Listening to Hinata's stories was like reading a work of fiction. I never realized people actually led the idealized lives portrayed in movies and books. I listened intently as he told me about his days breaking into abandoned buildings, sneaking out with his friends, and partying until dawn. 

Sadly, I had nothing to share with him. Compared to Hinata's life, my day to day seemed extraordinarily bland. 

He rambled on and on until he began to tire himself. The small boy let out a sleepy yawn after telling me about one of his run ins with the cops. 

"I think I'm gonna head to sleep. Thanks for staying up with me, Kageyama."