Part-Time Lover [NoyaHina]

Chapter fifteen「15 課」

Hinata laid in his bed, eyes wide open and staring at the white ceiling. He felt like he was dreaming, everything was light and hazy. Hinata had his first kiss and he still could not believe it happened.

He covered his hands with his face and felt its heat. "What the hell...What the hell..." He mumbled into his fingers as he rolled around on top of his sheets. Hinata Shouyou had lost his first kiss to another boy. It wasn't just any other boy either, the rowdy, loud and energic libero of Karasuno's volleyball team.

How did things even lead up to this? It was only hours ago he was fighting on the ground with the other male. Hinata felt like he was on a roller coaster with Nishinoya and his turbulent feelings. He knew Nishinoya was yet to accept his homosexual feelings, but he kissed him, that means something right? Would Nishinoya date him? Hinata had no idea how any of this stuff worked. His brain hurt.

Hinata sighed and crawled over to his window, pushing away the curtains. The night sky was a deep, endless dark navy. The moon hung high in the sky, a bright beacon that covered the land below in a pale glow. He pulled the window open a little, letting the cold night air fill his stuffy room. Part of him imagined Nishinoya standing outside his window, throwing rocks like a romantic love story, but no one was there except the wood of his fence and an empty backyard. A lonely potted bush stood against it.

The boy rolled onto his back and looked up out through the window, at the big full moon. It was a brilliant white ball in the sky. The sun's underrated partner. Hinata felt the same as the moon; lonely, unnoticed but still capable of glowing as strong as the sun.

"What am I doing?" He asked the moon. "Why can't you make it easier for me? Man, I just want to play volleyball, but I can't stop thinking about him..." His voice mumbled and faded away into the noisy, rustling of the leaves outside.

Hinata thought about the kiss, the feeling of the other boy's lips against his own. The warmth, the softness, the feeling of his hands on his skin. He took a finger to his lips, they were chapped from licking them anxiously, Hinata wondered his Nishinoya noticed. His mind wandered to the softness of his face, cupping his own cheeks and imagined he was in the moment. His eyes closed and he just savoured the moment.

His fingers traced his own bare arms, wondering what Nishinoya's muscles felt like under his shirt. He pictured his lean chest in his mind and hands feeling every crevice and mark, imaging the sweat and heat of holding the other boy close and intimately. Hinata shivered and opened his eyes, pulling himself away from his fantasies. His hands covered his face again and he let out a groan, feeling himself grow flustered. There was a tiny flame burning inside, the part of him that wanted to be with Nishinoya forever, to kiss and hold him and it didn't seem too unrealistic. Hinata wondered if Nishinoya was still awake.

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Nishinoya was still awake and freaking out just as much as the other male. He rustled in his bed, practically ripping his sheets off in excitement. He couldn't catch up with his own thoughts; too excited to even consider sleeping.

The libero pulled his window open and climbed out into the cold, winter night. He fell onto the grass below his windowsill and laid onto the cold grass in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts during winter. His face was hot and flustered.

Did he really just kiss Hinata Shouyou? Who even was that? The guy who begged the red head not to leave him so soon. Nishinoya cringed at his own desperation, hoping Hinata didn't think he was that embarrassing.

Nishinoya silently screamed into his palms. He grabbed his shoes from the front step and slid them on without doing up the laces. There was only one place he would be running to when he had no idea how to deal with his emotions. The boy started sprinting down the street, feeling the energy and adrenaline pump through his veins as he tried to work off the mess of emotions. After a few minutes of pushing himself to the maximum, he slowed to a jogged and stopped to catch his breath before climbing the same hill he did every morning. This time felt different though, it was a harsh, windy night with nothing but the stars and the full moon to keep him company. Not a single person in sight, but why didn't he feel so lonely?