Fly High {A Kagehina Fanfiction}

Chapter 2

I can't bring myself to speak. Stutters come from my mouth, as my petrified body slumps into a chair next to my father. I can't believe it. I won't believe it. My mother- dead? We were never very, very close as she always traveled places due to her job, but she was still my mother.

The only thing I can finally say after a very long moment of silence is: "Does Miwa know?"

"No, not yet. I'll have to call your sister later. I don't want to ruin her studies at University so maybe this weekend..." my father replied.

"Oh."

When the police leave, I turned to my father, expecting him to say something. Instead, he looked away, his face strained and tired. He shook his head and trudged away from the dinner table, not a single word of comfort for me.

"Dad..." I said quietly, standing up.

"Tobio, I'm exhausted. Can't we talk later?" my father replied, a sharp tone to his voice.

I swallowed. "Right, sorry."

I watched as he moved upstairs, his neck hung low, his movements slow.  As soon as he's gone, I fall back into the chair. For a moment, I stay quiet, staring forward. Then, the pain hits me, and I realize she's truly gone. And the tears come.

I haven't cried in years. But tonight, I do. I sit for hours on that chair, shaking and rethinking all the short memories we had together. My head and my heart hurts, and my eyes kept filling up with tears to the end. My jaw clenches tightly, and my nails dig into my palm. I cried for what felt like years until I could no longer cry, and all there was left was an empty, cold hollowness that hurt even more.

*

The next day, school is cancelled because there was too much snow on the ground. But even if there wasn't, I didn't want to go. I didn't want to wake up and face reality. I didn't want to wake up to a silent, cold day, knowing what had happened. I went to bed at 12 p.m last night, but due to my racing thoughts, I fell asleep at 3 a.m.

I woke up around 11 a.m from the repetitive buzzing sound of my phone. Groaning, I shove myself onto my elbows and grab my phone. Tired, narrowed eyes, I see that it's the orginal Karasuno group chat. They're chattering on about a hangout in the snow today. Exhaling loudly, I drop the phone back onto my drawer and throw the blankets over my head, wishing if I stayed like this long enough, things would go back to normal.

I remembered how when I was a little kid, I would hide under the blankets and my mother would try and scare me by throwing away the blankets and yelling: "SURPRISE!" I always thought it was stupid, but now, I thought it was funny. For a moment, I get lost in the memory until my phone begins to give out a ringtone.

"Argh, dammit- who is it?!" I hissed, snatching my phone. It's Hinata. Biting my lip harshly, I accept the call and press the phone to my ear. "What?"

"Oh! Morning, Kageyama-Kun! Did you read the group chat? Everyone's going to meet at 2 p.m to play in the snow. You're the only one who hasn't replied. C'mon, we have seen Dachi and Suga and everyone in so long! Are you comingggg?" Hinata said brightly from the other side.

"No," I snapped, then ended the call before Hinata could say anything else.

*

School was re-opened the next day, but my father and I were given time off. The next few days were quiet and bleak. Despite the sunshine outside, it seemed gray and dull everyday. The house was completely silent unless one of us shuffled out to use the bathroom or to grab something to eat. My father and I didn't have a single meal together. I passed him rarely, since he shut himself in his room most of the time, and when I did, he refused to speak to me. I spent my days flipping through photo books, listening to music, and trying to sleep this reality away.