✧ With Love ✧ || A Haikyuu Fanfic

✧ 19 || The Light of His Life ✧

Tobio Kageyama's POV

I knocked on the door with my freezing hands. Water matted down my hair to my forehead and made my clothes stick uncomfortably to my skin. Like the past few days, it was pouring outside.

But that wouldn't stop me from meeting Hinata. He was sick and I knew he needed me. That was more than enough of a reason for me to walk from my house to his in the pouring rain as soon as he called me.

The door in front of me opened and I was greeted with a smaller tangerine than I had expected. Natsu looked at me with her bright round eyes: a trait she shared with her brother.

"Shoyo! Your friend is at the door!" she yelled. "I'm bringing him in!"

I stood there awkwardly before Natsu opened the door wider for me. I waddled in, hoping that I wouldn't leave a huge puddle of water behind every time I took a step.

She led me to his room. Once we were at his door, she looked at me with a frown.

"Don't be mean to my brother. He's sick."

My eyes were widened with shock when I heard her say that to me. Even though she was way shorter than I was, it was almost as if she was staring down on me. "Oh.... uh yeah..."

It was odd how a little kid's judgement made me feel so awkward.

She stared at me for another second before opening the door to Hinata's room. I walked inside and heard the door close behind me.

Hinata sat up from his bed and gave me a weak smile. His face was completely pale and his eyes had started to lose its colour.

He's sick. Don't mess this up.

"Hey... dumbass."

Shit.

I was fully prepared for Natsu to break down the door and jump at me. And then I started planning my death.

But instead, I got a cough in response from Hinata. He gave me a weak wave before tapping the spot in front of him, gesturing for me to sit down.

I waddled over before remembering that I was completely soaked.

"I'll just stand..." I said, standing next to his bed. I fiddled with my fingers, knowing that I looked very awkward and lanky.

Normally, I could joke around with him and call him a dumbass, but I knew he wasn't at his best. That proved itself a problem, though, because of how awkward normal conversations made me.

He shook his head and patted the spot in front of him again, shifting back to make more space for me. "It's okay, just sit down." His voice was quiet and raspy.

Reluctant, I sat down. He leaned forward and chuckled at the sight of me drenched before rubbing his hand in my hair.

My hand jumped up and slapped his away, a bit too aggressively. Instantly, I regretted my decision. He pulled it away and frowned, rubbing the spot he got slapped on.

Shit.

It was strike two for me. One more strike and I'd have to start planning my life in heaven.

Oh wait, I'm gay.

Shit.

And as I settled with the fact that I was going to hell, I heard Hinata's voice.

"Ouch," he mumbled under his breath.

And me, not knowing how social interaction works, decided to do what came first to my mind. I grabbed his hand and held it in mine.

Shit.

But at this point, I didn't know if I could count that as strike three. Not because of the extreme warmth of his hands in mine that made me melt. Not because of the slight glow in his eyes that taunted my heart, tugging on it as if it were a toy. Not because of the utter stillness that surrounded us in its embrace, letting us know that it was just us, in a room, alone. Not because I was in love with him.

No way, that would be ridiculous.

A ridiculous lie.

"Kageyama...?"

Shit.

Strike four? Honestly I'd messed up so many times that I couldn't even count.

"Shi—" My hands jumped away in an instant, but I could feel a slight itch on them as they begged for the warmth of his hands in mine again.

"No wait!" came from Hinata. He quickly grabbed onto my wrists and rested his hand in mine. "It feels nice," he said with a bright smile, looking down at our hands.

And holy fuck, I didn't know someone could make me feel this way.

It was indescribable. There was no way I could describe how the warmth of his hands in mine crawled up to my face, burning at the touch. There was no way I could describe how my heart kept knocking against my rib cage, how my next breath was kept trapped in my lungs, how chills ran down my spine and how goosebumps covered my arms.

"I haven't felt this way in a while," he said quietly. He looked up with the cutest smile on his face, so cute that it threatened to kill me. "So, thank you."

"Sh-shut up, dumbass..." I looked at the bed but couldn't dare pull my hands away.

What does he mean by that? Is that a hint? But wait, I shouldn't assume he's gay in the first place—

He giggled and I couldn't help but meet his eyes once again, admiring the way they glowed.

He was the light of my life, and I didn't care if I had to spend the afterlife in hell, because he made my life heaven.

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That heaven and hell thing was a joke, don't worry :) And yes, Kageyama knows it's not true either.

Also, writing in Kageyama's perspective is so fun because it's so casual? It's like he's talking to the reader and it's way less harsh on my brain because I don't have to think of a fancy way to word things. And as much as I like perspectives like Suga's or Yamaguchi's, they take way longer to write because I'd imagine that they are way more descriptive and emotional. I'm a very slow writer so Kageyama's perspective helps a lot :D

Also, am I doing a good job with the different voices? If not, I'd be more than happy to hear some constructive criticism!

If you liked this part, feel free to vote! Wash your hands regularly kiddos!

With love,
Kiri ✧