Her Face

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Hinata's POV

    I let Kageyama into my house and I tried to ignore the fact that he was looking at my face intently, trying to figure out why I had slammed the door on him and why I hadn't come to practice. I lead him to my small, clean room, and flopped on my bed. He looked around, and I figured he was wondering where to put his stuff. 

    "Oh yeah," I said. "You can just put your stuff on that table," I said while gesturing at a deep ebony table that was my desk. As he did that, I couldn't help but stare at him. His hair was so smooth and shiny...I wanted to touch it. I started blushing. What am I doing?  I thought to myself. Even so, I still couldn't help but to slowly reach out and pat it as he put his forest green backpack on the desk. 

    He jumped and quickly turned around. "What was that for?!" He exclaimed. He had a reddish tinge around his face. Was he sick? I brushed it off. I shrugged, looking down at the floor, blushing furiously. He just stared at me and then...he grabbed my collar and held me up. "A-Agh!! Put me downnnn," I screamed, flailing hopelessly in the air. He smiled his scary smile and said, "Don't do that again." Scared out of my mind, I nodded vigorously  and said, "Gomengomengomen." He dropped me and I rubbed my butt, as it went thwack on the floor from him dropping me. 

    I stuck my tongue out at him. "Rude." He rolled his eyes. I steeled myself to do what I was about to do.

3rd Person POV

    Kageyama had just dumped Hinata on the floor resulting in Hinata sticking his tongue out at him. Both boys were definitely not working on homework, but instead just goofing off. "Listen," Said Hinata. Kageyama's head snapped towards Hinata. "What."

    "Well...I-I like you Kageyama..." Said Hinata. Kageyama just sighed. "No you don't." Hinata's heard started spinning. "W-what? What do you mean?" 

    "I said you don't." said Kageyama, looking up at the ceiling. Hinata's bottom lip started to tremble. "Okay..." he said, looking down at his small feet. Kageyama looked at Hinata and said, "Let's do our homework now." 

    For the rest of the day, they worked on their homework, and Kageyama pretended like nothing had happened. Hinata kept replaying Kageyama's rejection over and over in his head, and could barely focus. It was now nine o' clock. Hinata's father still hadn't come back.

TW: Panic attacks

    "If you don't mind me asking, where are your parents?" Hinata froze. 

    "I-" he started, but couldn't finish his sentence. He looked panicked and in his own world. Now concerned Kageyama came over to Hinata. 

    "Are you okay?" Hinata couldn't breathe. "Hey. HEY." Hinata looked at Kageyama with his eyes glazed over. His breaths were short and frantic. Shit, Kageyama thought.  "Um...okay. Breathe with me. Can you do that?" Hinata nodded his head yes. "Breathe in." Kageyama took a deep breath in, and Hinata followed suit. Beads of sweat rolled down Hinata's forehead. "Breath out." Hinata's breathing was getting calmer. After a few minutes, Hinata was completely calm, breathing normally in Kageyama's arms. Kageyama soon realized the position they were in. As he was about to push Hinata off, he saw that  the poor boy was sleeping. 

    Upon closer inspection of the sleeping boy, he saw that his normally fluffy and vibrant hair was dry and brittle, and his skin was pale. He saw concealer on his face, and thought, Why is he wearing makeup?  Curious, he put Hinata on his bed and put the covers over him. Guiltily, he found hi self wanting to explore and snoop around the house, so that's what he did.
    He walked into the kitchen to see cold ramen lying on the floor, spilled earlier. He avoided the puddle and saw a locked pantry. Weird. Who locks their pantry? He then walked into they're living room. It looked pretty normal. A plain beige couch with duplications of...blood? Maybe it was just paint. That was not normal. When he looked under the coffee table to pick up a piece of trash and throw it away, he noticed more reddish brown stains. What happened? Lastly he walked into the bathroom.