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"Did you just offer to do something nice for me?" I speak the thoughts out loud, placing my hand over my chest in surprise. His deep blue eyes roll back into his head.
"Shut up." He says seriously. "I just don't want you to get us caught. If you go all the way down there you'll probably be loud and blow our whole night."
"I'm not even drunk at all," I tell him, throwing my hands in front of me. I realize that this was slightly dramatic, so I quickly place my arms by my side, standing as soberly as possible. His eyes watch me shamelessly as they always do. After a moment, I decide to speak to break the seemingly always occurring silence. "Does he have a blue one?"
He turns around and disappears back into their shared room. "Come check." He tells me, causing me to have to hurry to get through the door before it closes on me due to his vocal delay. Because of my slight intoxication, my foot slams into the bottom of the door to stop it from locking me out.
"Ow, fuck," I whisper to myself as I push it the rest of the way open. "Douche." I add under my breath. The light in Hinata's room shines into the kitchen area so I lead myself into the bedroom. I look around at his setup, not having been in here yet. He has a plain orange and white bedspread that matches KU's college colors. His walls are pretty much barren save for the volleyball posters that hang over his desk and a Karasuno flag that hangs on the wall over his bed.
"Hinata, I swear to God..." He mumbles, causing me to look at him for the first time since I entered the room. "Here." He throws me a blue sweatshirt. I catch it and uncrumple it, reading Karasuno High School Volleyball with a picture of what I'm assuming was their high school mascot underneath. Cute and simple.
"Thanks," I tell him, shifting the fabric so I can slide it over my body. I feel my shirt come up slightly as my arms reach over my head. I pull my head through and see Kageyama's eyes snap back up to mine as if he were looking somewhere else. The thought alone makes my ears heat but my drunkenness takes it as a compliment.
"Thank Hinata. I took it from his closet." He responds. My fingers instinctively go to the drawstrings that come from the hood, tying them in a bow as I do with all my sweatshirts. It's big on me which surprises me seeing that Hinata and I are about the same size.
I have to remind him of his kind nature. "But you got it for me." He blinks at me and breathes an annoyed sigh out at my words. A winning smile crosses my face at the fact that he can't argue.
"Stop smiling." He demands, showing his true personality. Without skipping a beat, I drop my smile and bring my hand to my head, giving him an over-the-top salute as Tadashi had done to his demanding friend earlier.
"Sir, yes, sir." I tell him. To follow up on my act, I decide to march out of the room obnoxiously. He follows after a few seconds and sighs again as if I were a child that he was forced to take charge of. I pull the fridge door open and grab another white claw just in case Tsuki forgot to bring any.
"You're worse than Hinata when it comes to getting on my nerves." He accuses. I push the fridge shut with my knee and crack the top open.
"That sounds like a compliment coming from you." I tease, poking my bottom lip out as if I'm flattered. He doesn't say anything else so I break the silence by asking "Are you not going to drink?"
"I've had one but I have to keep an eye on you children." He answers.
"You do not. It's not fun when you and Tsuki act like we're the most annoying people on the planet when we're trying to have fun."
"But you are the most annoying people on the planet." A smirk crawls onto his lips at his own words. I roll my eyes and take a sip of the raspberry white claw.
"Here, you can have this one." I offer, holding the one I had just drank out of out to him. He grabs it from my hands and tips it to me for a moment before returning it down by his side. "Finish that one and maybe the stick up your ass will fall out."
"Doubtful." He replies amusedly, not bothering to argue anymore. My eyes fall onto his hoodie strings as he finally takes a sip of the bubbly drink. He makes eye contact with me over the rim of the can, eyes trying to hide the intensity at which they watch me.
My fingers go to his hoodie strings, pulling them over each other into a bow as I had done with mine a few moments earlier. To prolong this scene for as long as possible, I can't help but selfishly tie it as slowly and carefully as I can. The eye contact when I finish tying is nearly enough to knock the breath from my lungs. He lowers the drink as I drop my hands. Time resumes. To break the tension that has surrounded us like fog, I pat his chest and head back towards the fridge.
I need to speak or I may say something incriminating. "They're playing Call of Duty, by the way." I crouch down to grab another can from the mini fridge as the conversation starter comes to mind. My hand, unable to really make a calculated decision after that, lands on the first one I see which happens to be ruby grapefruit. "I'm not very good at video games but it's funny watching Yams play when he's drinking."
"Yams? You gave him a nickname?" He asks. I roll my eyes.
"No, he told me that his mom calls him that and so do his close friends. And I happen to be his close friend now." I explain, cracking open my new can. "Plus, I love nicknames."
"I don't have any."
"I can give you one!" I say excitedly. "Let me think of one."
He goes back to being as unlikable as possible, "I didn't say I wanted one." I ignore him, my mind thinking about his name and possible creations I can put together but realize I lack essential information.
"What's your first name?" I ask, ignoring his previous denial. He doesn't answer and just leans his thighs against the sink. I take it he's not planning on telling me so take this as an opportunity to leave the moment and head towards the door.
"Fine. I should probably get back to the party anyway. You can join us if you want to stop being boring. Besides, last time I checked, you're supposed to be being nice to me." I tell him. His face almost breaks out into a smile but he hides it by rolling his eyes and smirking.
       His face breaks out into a smirk. "Thank you for the permission, your majesty." He jokes. "Besides, this is me being nice to you." I have to smile at this so I turn away from him, hoping he can't see the amusement on my face.
As I step into the hallway, I feel the fog of the moment vanish from around me; a sense of disappointment about my decision to leave the room fills me.
That's not good.

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