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When I finally got home, it was probably around six in the morning. Luckily, my dad was a late sleeper. Not that he really cared where I was anyway.

I came back in through the front door and crept up to my room. Despite the cozy warmth of my bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I felt as though a million butterflies were darting back in forth inside of my stomach. And I could trace this giddy feeling back to one small redhead: Hinata Shōyo. 

Honestly, when I look back on that night it feels like some sort of dream. Little did I know, it was actually the first in a series of many. After spending the morning with Hinata and staring at the beautiful sunrise, I began to appreciate my life a little more.

I had always seen life as more of a duty than anything else. I went through each day the same way, burdened with an intense feeling of emptiness. I was just surviving, but Hinata showed me to live. He taught me that there's more to life than drifting around, lost.

Despite my overwhelming joy, I was able to fall asleep eventually. When I finally woke up, it was around noon. I rarely woke up that late.

When I went downstairs, I greeted my dad in the kitchen.

"Good morning Kageyama. Late start today?" He asked.

"I guess," I said, pouring myself a glass of milk. 

He just ignored me, as usual. I went through my routine as normal, but I couldn't get a certain someone out of my head. When I was jogging, showering, and even brushing my teeth, all I could think was: "This would be so much more fun if Hinata were here."

Sadly, I am far too awkward to reach out to him first. I guess I'll just have to wait until our next adventure.

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