✧ Forced to Remember ✧ || A Kagehina Oneshot

✧ Forced to Remember ✧

The sunlight cascading through the window, painting the ground with the beauty of the sun; the sound of squeaking shoes that reverberated off of the walls of the gym; the soft glow illuminating Kageyama's face: it was all so perfect.

It was so perfect that he almost forgot.

Almost forgot everything that happened.

And why he was there.

He threw the ball into the air to set it to his partner, his face lighting up with excitement. Hinata was just waiting to spike it, and he knew that.

His sets to Hinata were special. He'd send the ball with love and care, letting it emanate from him as the tips of his fingers kissed the volleyball. Hinata was the only person he'd set that way to, and if it was possible, he'd want to set to Hinata and Hinata only for the years to come.

Years, huh?

Funny he'd think that.

But that wasn't on his mind. All he could think of was preparing a set filled with care for his lover. And as the ball bounced off of his fingers, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

The ball was launched into the air, stopping mid-air for just a moment in Hinata's favourite spot. Kageyama waited for the inevitable sound of the ball pounding the other side of the court. He trusted Hinata enough that he didn't even have to look back.

But instead, all he heard was a light drop.

And he knew exactly why that happened.

The dribbling of the volleyball echoed off of the walls of Kageyama's mind, filling it with chaos and disruption. It quelled the serene white noise he felt comfort listening to. The heavy thrashes of his heart against his rib cage only got louder. The ceiling had dropped and the tightness in his chest had a tenacious grip on his breath. Every little noise became louder and louder, pounding themselves against his soul until he could feel it reverberate in his ears. He just wanted to rip his brain out of his skull and claw his ears off.

He just wanted it to stop.

He wanted to hear his voice. He wanted to know that there was someone behind him, someone who he could trust. He wanted to hear the mellifluous words from the lover he compared to the sun.

He just wanted to hear the words, "I'm here."

One more time.

One more moment.

One more set.

But he knew he wouldn't hear that. He knew that he would only hear the light drop of the ball every time he'd try to set it into the air for Hinata. Yet he couldn't accept it. He didn't want to.

He didn't want to accept the car accident. He didn't want to accept Hinata's death. He didn't want to accept the fact that no one was there to hit his sets the way he did. So he chose the easier way, and chose to forget.

But every time he'd try to set the ball into the air, he was forced to remember.

Again.

And again.

And again.

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:/

I'm in the mood for writing torture (because of rinasteele >:c) but eh, I guess this'll do. My Naegiri short story has a bit of torture in it, but it didn't happen in real time, it was only explained :c I kind of want to rewrite it but literally no one has read it so I guess the book will just exist in its devastatingly mediocre form.

OKAY OKAY, I KNOW I SAID I'LL TAKE A BREAK FROM PUBLISHING FOR A WEEK AND ALL BUT SHHHHH NO ONE BRING IT UP—

This mind of mine is too creative, motivated, and stressed out to take a break. Don't worry, I'm fine.

And also, sorry for the absolutely terrible cover. I wanted to publish this quickly, and so that ended up being the cover pfft.

But anyways, I hope you liked it! Take this while you're waiting for the next arc of With Love and as a smol gift for 50 followers. (The real gift is still being made, don't worry :D)

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With love,
    Kiri ✧