DANCE FOR ME - Stripper Hinata AU (Kagehina)

chapter four: a strong longing

HINATA POV
Nights like these scare me the most.

Sure, Saturday's bring in big business, but it also brings a certain amount of anxiety, which is almost overwhelming even more me.

"Shouyo"

A familiar voice greeted me as I pushed open the door of the dressing rooms.

I turned my head, and unsurprisingly sitting there was the person I most expected to see.

"Kenma!"

Kozume Kenma; over the past few years, he's the only person I've kept in contact with.

In fact, he's the person who got me this job in the first place.

He works here too; not full time and definitely not as a dancer.

Once he told me that he worked here for fun, either that or the extra cash, almost like a contrast in oppose to his other profession.

I remember complaining to him about my financial issues, saying that I didn't have a place to work and definitely didn't have experience.

"You could always work here" he said, which, ultimately caused me to freak out.

"W-W-What are you saying!!" I asked frantically and flustered, waving my hand around in defensive, "I-I could never- I mean- but- N-No!, okay!"

At the time, I'd never even stepped foot in a strip club, let alone considered working in one.

"Calm down I'm not forcing you" he sighed, pouring me a drink, "Look, why don't you drop by next Friday; even if you don't want to... just have a look"

Prior, I'd convinced myself I was 100% only there to watch, that I was obviously not going to take the job.

I don't think you have to guess how that worked out...

"Last night... I wasn't here" he said, scratching the back of his head, "Did... something happen?"

I looked at him, head tilted and with a clueless expression, "Did something..."

"I-I just mean- I heard that you took someone home"

"Sure I did" I said calmly, unlocking my locker and placing my bag in it, "What of it?"

"'What of it?'" he said, "Hinata, you know not to do that"

"Come on, Kenma" I whined, "It was only-"

I stopped myself before I said 'Kageyama', which would've caused all kinds of issues for me"

"I knew the person, so don't worry about it" A common reason for taking someone home, but one which excuses the rule of 'keeping it professional.'

"If you're sure" he said, standing up.

I smiled at him, giving him that extra bit of reassurance, which, over the years I found worked best to convince him of things.

"Have fun out there" he said before leaving, "I won't stick around to watch this time"

"Kuroo again?" I asked.

He didn't respond, just left the room and told me to lock it on my way out.

I chuckled to myself, knowing Kenma had only talked about his personal life with a boundary.

Teasing him like that was just a bit of fun...

I looked at the time again, realising it was nearly time to go on.

"Already..." I mumbled to myself, "I just got here"

Repercussions of sleeping in during the afternoon, which I often to to keep myself awake at night.

It's usual for me to take two days in a row, but after everything that happened I figured this was the only way to get my mind off this whole thing.

Or so, I thought.

In the end it was my mistake, I should've known that I was pushing my luck.

KAGEYAMA POV
I've never been one to enjoy crowed places.

Clubs in general put me in a position that I've never particularly liked, so a place like this isn't exactly ideal while sober.

"Maybe I should've gotten drunk again" I chucked to myself.

I pushed my way passed the crowd of drunk men and dancers, who, were making their way to a room with a red sign that read, 'Private Room.'

But I wasn't paying attention to them, rather, I was trying to recall as much as I could from the night previous.

Where was I?
What time was it?

Anything to have the slightest idea of where I could find the person I saw.

My eyes scanned the room, taking in nothing but bright lights and the stench of alcohol in the air.

I flipped my head around.

'Where are they?'

Again, I turned to my side.

'I want to see them'

And in a desperate and last attempt, I faced the back wall of the room.

'I need to-'

The feeling was the same, seeing him for the second time as it was the first.

That feeling in my chest was the same as I remember it.

The feeling of longing, seeing what lay in front of me and longing for it.

I wanted to say something, shout even.

Scream at this whole venue, scream pages and pages about what I was seeing.

But why did they make me feel like this? What reason did they have for leaving such a mark on me?

They were a dancer; nothing more, nothing less. The room wasn't feeling what I was; what they saw was a beautiful person with beautiful talent.

What I saw was everything I never knew I needed.

But as his arched back straightened and he met with the eye line of the crowd, another feeling washed over me.

No longer overwhelmed by a chest tightening feeling of need, I took a closer look at the person who'd made me feel so much in such a short amount of time.

Tiny sweat glands slid off ginger hair, lights reflecting off sharp hazel eyes changing their direction.

For a moment I was shocked at how familiar each feature was, from the crook of their neck to the bones on their legs.

However, it was almost too astonishing how much I'd recognised, how much I'd known I'd seen before.

Softly and unintentionally, my eyes widened and my breath whispered,

"Shouyo... Hinata"

TO BE CONTINUED