What are the odds

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Kageyama had climbed into the bed next to Hinata awkwardly pulling the small boy back into his arms. Hinata seemed to have absolutely no qualms about climbing on top of the setter so that their fronts were pressed together from shoulders to toes, or at least Hinata's toes which due to his tiny legs were pressed against the other boys shins. He hid his face from the world in the space between Kageyama's neck and shoulder, turning his face so that his nose was pressed to the soft bit of skin below his neck.

Kageyama's arms came up around the smaller boy, easily helping to hide him from the world and trying his best to fight the pink flush from making it's way to his cheeks.

"Why are you hiding?" Kageyama whispers quiet enough for only Hinata to hear.

The orange-haired boy grips onto Kageyama's hospital gown tightly. "There's so much, everything is just a lot,"

"Idiot that sentence didn't even make sense," Kageyama points out, his voice lacking any real bite and instead full of affection. The tone made Hinata's heart leap in his chest, it didn't fix things but it helped a little bit. so did the normalcy of arguing with his teammate.

"Maybe that's 'cause you're just too stupid to understand something that makes perfect sense,"

It wasn't a secret that Kageyama didn't know how to deal with people, he didn't really know what to do when people were sad or how to compliment people. Hinata did seem to be the exception. While Kageyama still had no idea what to do or how to compliment him, he did understand him. And while his words didn't make sense, Kageyama still understood, Hinata was overwhelmed and no one could blame him for that.

The smaller boy had been through a lot, the intense responsibility that was thrust upon him, the trauma, the re-living a previous trauma. It was a lot.

And so, Kageyama held him close, doing his best to ignore the thin pieces of fabric that separated the two of them.

Kageyama feels Hinata brush his lips against his neck and represses a shiver but finds himself turning his head towards him. Hinata moves, lifting himself a little so that their noses are brushing.

The taller boy finds himself looking up into the ember eyes of his best friend. He could see every eyelash that framed his wide expressive eyes and the shadows they made. He could also see the residual sadness and fear clouding them. He closed his own eyes, vowing to himself to anything in his power to make it better.

He pulls the boy back down, nuzzling into his orange hair. "When we get out of here and my wrist is better, I'll toss to you as much as you want," He tells him.

"Really?" Hinata asks, the happiness returning to his voice making the corner of the setter's lips twitch up slightly in a rare, genuine, non-volleyball related smile. "You're the best Kageyama, I love it when you toss to me and the ball goes WOOSH and I can go SHOOM and POW and then the ball goes BANG on the other side of the net, its the coolest," Hinata says excitedly right into his ear, still keeping his volume low enough to not draw the attention of anyone else but loud enough to appropriately demonstrate just how excited he was.

"Shut up idiot," Kageyama tells him, his voice once again full of affection. Hinata giggles as heat rises to his cheeks.

"Is that all you know how to say Kageyama-Kun," Hinata teases with a loud and exaggerate yawn.

"Idiot, moron, dumbass," Kageyama lists, "anyway, that's better than 'woosh' and 'shoom'"

Hinata giggles again, his eyes staying closed the next time he blinks. "You make my heart go woosh and badumbadum," He mutters sleepily letting the warmth coming from his best friend lull him into dreamland.

He doesn't even here Kageyama's confused response of "Dumbass, what does that even mean? Oi, Hinata, what the hell does that mean?"

Soon Kageyama sighs in defeat, his own heart beating against his chest so hard that he doesn't know how it hasn't woken Hinata back up. He lets out a small grumble of frustration before closing his own eyes, comforted by Hinata's soft breaths on his neck.