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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Gen
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Hinata_Shouyou's_Mother, Kageyama_Tobio, Kageyama_Tobio's
      Father
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape_Aftermath, Crying, Non-Consensual, Anal_Sex,
      Ugh, Unsafe_Sex, kags_and_hina_have_a_platonic_relationship, Mental
      Breakdown, puking, Aggression, Slow_Burn, kind_of, its_all_really
      platonic_between_hina_and_kags, but_theres_some_smooches, also_idk_if_i
      will_continue_this, Tell_me_if_you_want_more, kageyamas_mom_is_really
      nice, Detailed_sexual_content
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-09 Updated: 2017-04-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5045
****** Something Happened, Sorry ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     "You're a minor, then," The stranger walked with a sort of swagger
     that made him seem completely at ease, like this was an everyday
     walk-and-talk with a buddy. "Turn," He said, voice kind but it was
     obviously not a request. They turned onto a smaller street, lined
     with businesses that weren't going to open for another long while.
     Hinata whimpered.
     "Oh, shut up." The man jabbed him again and picked up their pace,
     soon turning down an alleyway, through a gate with a broken lock.
     Hinata jolted when he heard the gate shut with a clang, looking at
     his surroundings with blurry eyes. What if I'm being kidnapped? What
     do I do?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Incident *****
     Hinata Shouyou, age 16, Karasuno's decoy, takes the city bus to school
every morning. It's a normal thing for him, the bus driver even knows him by
name. It's not anything new when a new person starts taking the bus or
disappears, but Hinata got bad vibes from this new passenger.
     He'd seen him for the past couple days, a tall, stocky guy with an unkempt
beard. He always seemed drowsy, or hungover, maybe both. Hinata hopped up as
the bus showed up at his stop, the doors swinging open. He thanked the bus
driver, glancing around the bus quickly before leaving. He shivered when his
feet hit the cement; it was freezing! He turned around to watch the bus drive
away with his jacket that he'd left on the seat. Well, at least that's what he
tried to do, but he rudely bumped into someone standing right behind him.
     "Oh! Sorry!" He quickly stepped back and bowed apologetically, noticing
the man had plain tennis shoes with mismatched socks.
     "You're fine," The man replied, waving off Hinata's apology, "R’you a high
schooler? Isn't it a Saturday?"
     "Um, yeah! I'm going to be the ace on my volleyball team!" Hinata beamed,
looking up into the stranger's hazel eyes. He seemed decent for someone who
looked so shady on the bus. Hinata checked the time on his phone.
     "What time d'ya gotta be there?" He asked, putting a hand in his pocket
and fiddling with something that might be keys or a lighter, from the sound of
it.
     Hinata hesitated, turning a bit, "I... I have friends waiting for me there
right now." This man might be nice, but he was still a stranger and Hinata
didn't want to take any risks. No one was going to be at the gym for another 30
minutes.
     "I'm gonna g-" Hinata was cut off when he turned around to leave, a cold
hand covering his mouth. He immediately went to twist out of the man's grasp,
yet froze completely when he felt something sharp jab his lower back.
     "Hush," The stranger's voice was down to a whisper right by Hinata's ear,
and he could smell the alcohol on his breath, "Don't make a sound and follow
me."
     Hinata stared wide-eyed at the bus stop bench in front of them, hands
shaking. He winced when he felt a harder jab at his back, taking in a
shuddering breath when the stranger took his hand off of his mouth, wrapping
his arm over Hinata's shoulders, "Yeah, let's walk, kiddo."
     Hinata looked at the ground, at his feet. He was much smaller than this
stranger. What does he want with me? I don’t even know him! He clenched his
teeth as the man pulled him along, walking the opposite way of the school.
     "Haven't seen a kid like you in a while, how old are you? Sixteen?"
     Hinata shook his head.
     "Seventeen?"
     He shook his head again.
     "Oh, fifteen?"
     Hinata kept silent. He was scared.
     "You're a minor, then," The stranger walked with a sort of swagger that
made him seem completely at ease, like this was an everyday walk-and-talk with
a buddy, "Turn," He said, voice kind but it was obviously not a request. They
turned onto a smaller street, lined with businesses that weren't going to open
for another long while. Hinata whimpered.
     "Oh, shut up." The man jabbed him again and picked up their pace, soon
turning down an alleyway, through a gate with a broken lock.
     Hinata jolted when he heard the gate shut with a clang, looking at his
surroundings with blurry eyes. What if I'm being kidnapped? What do I do?
     They were in what looks like it used to be a kind of dumpster garage,
wedged between two brick buildings, a plastic sheet held up on metal bars to
act as a roof. If it ever was used for trash, it was well cleaned up, save for
used cigarettes and empty alcohol bottles scattered around.
     Hinata gasped as he was pushed roughly against one of the building walls,
squirming, fear turning itself into tears as his vision warped further.
     "Let go of me!" He shouted, voice cracking. The stranger smacked his head
against the wall, hard. Hinata made a whining sound, face contorted into a
grimace, "I said let-" He was pulled away from the wall for a quick moment
before being slammed onto it again.
     "I said shut up!" The man raised his voice, causing Hinata to go
completely silent, "Stay there." He grumbled. Hinata heard him light a
cigarette, the ashy scent wafting around his face. Hinata shifted his leg a
small bit, wanting to turn around to see his captor.
     "Don't move," The stranger hissed and Hinata stopped. His face was smushed
up against the wall, a wetness on his cheeks- he was crying. He flinched when
he felt cold hands pull his sweater and shirt up, sliding up his sides, "Damn,"
The man muttered. Hinata concealed a sob in the back of his hand when the man
kissed the back of his neck.
     "No, no, no, no, no, no..." Hinata kept mumbling against his hand,
interrupted by short, quiet sobs every few breaths.
     "Shhhh," The man pressed his hips against Hinata's backside. "I'm not
usually into guys," He went on, talking in a low voice, yet it somehow seemed
chatty.
     "Stop," Hinata whispered. The stranger ignored him.
     "You're as small as a girl," The man snaked his hands up to Hinata's
nipples and pinched lightly. Hinata turned his head and sobbed. "It'll feel
great," the man drug out his words, puffing smoke out with every phrase.
     "You're drunk," Hinata whimpered, "Please let go."
     The man put one leg between Hinata's, pushing him closer to the wall. He
ground his erection into Hinata's hip, "It's gonna feel good," The man took one
hand away to crush his half-smoked cigarette against the wall next to Hinata's
head. Hinata shook, mostly from fear of what was going to happen.
     The stranger took his other hand away, though Hinata was not about to
relax. He heard the man pull a short zipper and the sound of clothes ruffling.
He hiccuped when the man pulled Hinata's sweatpants and boxers down at once,
not uncovering his privates completely. The man crouched, using his broad hands
to squeeze Hinata's cheeks and spread them. Hinata bit the back of his hand,
afraid that if he spoke the stranger would jab him in the back again and
actually hurt him.
     "You know what's good for you, don't ya?" The man whispered, his thumb
sliding over to press at Hinata's hole. Hinata tensed. The man ran his thumb
down, pressing at the sensitive patch of skin behind Hinata's balls.
     "Please no," Hinata said through his teeth, biting harder onto his hand.
The man didn't pay any mind to him and stuck his pointer finger in Hinata's
hole to the first knuckle. Hinata squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily
through his nose as he cried harder, staying quiet.
     "Just take it," The man said before pushing his finger in deeper until it
was as far as it could go. He pulled his finger out to the tip, standing again,
"Be a good girl," He whispered, licking a wet stripe up the cuff of Hinata's
ear. The stranger pushed his finger back in, curling it and pulling out again.
He added a second finger.
     "Stop," Hinata gasped, voice dying off. He wrinkled his nose at the
painful stretch when the man started scissoring his fingers. The man soon added
a third, a lack of lubricant making Hinata's skin burn. The stranger pulled his
fingers out. Hinata heard him spit on his hand a couple times. He squeezed his
eyes shut, mentally crying for help. Anybody, please.
     Hinata whimpered when he felt something much larger than a finger prod at
his hole, tasting blood on his tongue. He'd bit his hand too hard. He felt the
man push into him, a gross, nauseating feeling hitting his gut. It hurts. It
hurts!
     The want to puke came to Hinata as the man groaned and kissed the back of
his neck again. He pulled out and slammed back into Hinata after a pause,
setting a very slow yet very harsh pace. With every thrust Hinata was pushed
against the wall harder, scraping his cheek and brow. He wanted a distraction.
He wanted to throw up, too.
     The sound of rain starting to fall surrounded Hinata. Droplets falling on
the plastic roof, the cement, the old wooden gate. He heard a truck drive by,
tires making a quiet splashing noise, engine muting the world momentarily. He
heard a crow caw. Practice would be starting now.
     Sugawara and Daichi would be wondering where he was. Kageyama would think
he slept in too late or missed the bus. Tanaka and Noya would shrug it off and
run after Kiyoko as she made her way to the gym. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi would
be walking in with a shared umbrella. Ennoshita would be pulling out the ball
carts and setting up the net with Daichi and Asahi. Takeda Sensei would be
asking Coach Ukai where he was.
     The rain came down harder, a consistent thrumming on the plastic roof, the
slap of skin on skin dulled out by the water. It was painful. The dry friction
made his whole lower body shake, legs tense. Hinata had stopped crying now,
tired and unable to make more tears come. He balled his hands into fists as the
man picked up pace, becoming more vocal yet still quiet.
     "You feel so great," The man growled, pulling Hinata's hips back with
every thrust, biting his shoulder through the fabric. The man gave Hinata no
warning before he pushed in as far as he could go and came, then humped
shallowly as he softened. Hinata felt his stomach twist, a sour taste at the
back of his tongue. When the stranger pulled out and let go of him, Hinata's
legs gave out and he slumped down on the wall, feeling a sticky warmth run
slowly between his legs. He turned to the side and threw up what he had for
breakfast, heaving and holding his stomach.
     By the time he was done, there was no trace of the bus stranger besides
the leftover cigarettes and alcohol bottles on the ground. He stared at
nothing, shaking from the cold and from the shock. He heaved again when he
shifted to get to his feet, feeling the sticky liquid pour out of him and onto
his thigh before dripping off.
 
----
 
     Kageyama Tobio, age 16, Karasuno’s setter, got a call from Hinata's mom on
Tuesday. Hinata hadn't been at practice on Saturday, been at the city court on
Sunday, nor in school on Monday. The only thing Hinata's mother explained was
that he wasn't going to be in school this week because ‘something happened.’
Kageyama frowned and texted Hinata for the first time since he was missing from
practice.
     03.57pm: Where have you been?
     He shoved his phone in his pocket and laid back on his bed, staring at his
ceiling. Hinata hadn't been acting weird at all, and he certainly hadn't been
sick Friday. What happened?
     His phone buzzed with a simple reply from Hinata:
     ->03.59pm: Something happened, I'm sorry I won't be at school or practice
for a while
     Kageyama scrunched up his nose and texted back almost immediately.
     03.59pm: Something happened?
     -> 04.01pm: Yeah
     04.01 Well what happened, idiot
     -> 04.05: Sorry
     04.06: Why are you being weird?
     Kageyama waited for a reply, daydreaming lightly. He stared at the wall
across the room. Why's Hinata being really weird now? He wasn't before. He
never apologizes so many times. Did something serious happen? Did someone die?
Is he okay? Kageyama sighed and sat up when his phone buzzed; Hinata was
calling.
     "Hey," He answered, standing up.
     "H.. Hey." Hinata sounded like he was trying to keep quiet. His voice was
tired and unenthusiastic.
     "So really just 'something happened'? Did you hurt yourself or something?
Your mom wasn't very helpful when she called, she just said the same exact
thing. You know how much you have to catch up with practice and school?"
     He was met with silence for a while, then a sniffle, "I'm sorry Kageyama,
I'm- I c-c... I can't tell you." He sounded like he was on the verge of crying-
then again, it could just be the phone's audio quality.
     "Tell me what? Is it serious? You better not be quitting the team. I would
kill you." He said in a serious tone, although he was trying to joke (not
really).
     There was silence again, like Hinata had pulled the phone away from his
face. Kageyama heard someone sobbing as if they were trying to hold themselves
back from crying and paced a bit in his room.
     "Hinata?"
     "I'm-" Hinata brought the phone back to his ear, "I'm sorry, I-" He
sniffled and let out a quiet, long murmur, "God, I can't stop crying, I'm
sorry-"
     "What the hell, Hinata..." Kageyama mumbled, squinting out his window. His
parents were home and probably able to drive him to Hinata's house.
     "I'm going over," Kageyama stated flatly and hung up, shoving his phone in
his pocket and yelling downstairs to his dad.
     "I need a ride to Hinata's house."
     "Why?" His father replied from the kitchen.
     "Something's up."
     "What?"
     "Something is wrong with Hinata...”
     "Tobio- Ugh, I can't hear you, get down here and talk to me."
     Kageyama walked down two at a time, stumbling onto the main floor,
"Something's up with Hinata."
     "Oh. Well sure, I can drive you. Is your mom okay with it?"
     "Yes, I'm fine with it," Kageyama's mother called from the couch in the
living room.
     "Thank you!" Kageyama hurried and pulled his shoes on, rushing out the
door. Of course, his father took his time before getting outside a few minutes
later, a cloudy sky bringing cold weather. They got in the car and drove.
     When Kageyama arrived at Hinata's house, he said a quick thank you before
rushing to the door, knocking, and waiting. With no response and his dad
already gone, he called Hinata.
     "Open your door."
     "What?"
     "I'm at your house, unlock the door, Hinata,"
     "I-I- My mom isn't home."
     "I've been here when she wasn't here before, do I have to break in?"
     "Please don't! I'm coming." Hinata said, and Kageyama ended the call when
he heard the lock on the door turn.
     The moment the door opened, he stepped in and mumbled a polite "pardon the
intrusion" out of habit. He took off his shoes and strode into Hinata's house,
going upstairs to his bedroom. Hinata followed silently.
     "What happened?" Kageyama asked dully without looking at his best friend.
     "I told you I.. I said I can't tell you," Hinata's voice pitched higher
towards the end of the sentence, followed by a sniffle and his clearing his
throat.
     Kageyama turned and looked down at Hinata, putting his hand on top of
Hinata's head. He watched Hinata flinch- he was probably expecting Kageyama to
squeeze. Instead, Kageyama just pat down his ruffled hair.
     "Are you okay, Shouyou?" Kageyama asked in a quiet voice.
     Hinata shook his head, muttered a quiet “no” and started to cry again,
vowels bubbling up in his throat. He cried loudly and Kageyama didn't know what
to do other than pull Hinata into a hug. Hinata clutched Kageyama's shirt in
both hands and pressed his forehead to his friend's shoulder.
     Kageyama stared at the door frame, holding Hinata tightly. He let Hinata
grab at him and cry on him and probably get tears and snot on his shirt. They
stood like that for a while. Eventually, Hinata calmed down and dropped his
arms, tired, leaning away from Kageyama. They put a couple steps between each
other, Hinata's face was red from crying and his eyes were puffy, tears still
streaking down his cheeks and dripping off of his nose and chin.
     "I want to... I want... To tell yo.. you." Hinata stumbled over his words,
bottom lip trembling. He was forcing himself not to break down again.
     "You don't have to."
     "I was... I was..." Hinata drew in a breath, staring at the wall behind
Kageyama's head, "Um..."
     "Start at the beginning?" Kageyama suggested and sat on the bed, leaning
back against the headboard. Hinata sat next to him and nodded, rocking himself
absentmindedly.
     "I got off the bus, um, this guy was following me. He brought me.. away
from the school and he..." Hinata hiccuped, "He touched me?" He laughed
nervously, thinking it probably sounded weird. It was weird, he reminded
himself.
     Kageyama was watching Hinata with a grave expression, eyes intense. He was
livid with whoever made Hinata so out of character.
     "H-He basically um, did things I didn't want him to do," Hinata finalized,
pulling at the fabric of his blanket.
     "What did he do?" Kageyama asked in a steady tone. He was livid.
     "I- Um, he, um,"
     "You don't have to answer that, I asked out of nowhere," Kageyama
apologized.
     "He raped me," Hinata whispered.
     The room was deafeningly quiet.
     Kageyama's fingernails dug small crescents into his palms as he processed
what Hinata just said. How would it even work with two guys?
     "He raped you?"
     "... Yeah." Hinata said tiredly, on the verge of breaking down again and
becoming a complete mess, "I'm sorry I-"
    "Don't be sorry!" Kageyama stopped him, "Just... Don't be sorry about this.
Any of this."
     Hinata looked at Kageyama with wide eyes, holding his stare before leaning
over and laying his head on the setter's shoulder, "Thank you."
     Kageyama nodded warily and leaned his head on Hinata's, listening to his
staggered breaths smoothing out as he fell asleep. Kageyama closed his eyes and
waited for the same fate.
 
     Later that night, Hinata's mother found them sleeping like that after a
worried call from Kageyama's father. Kageyama and Hinata spent the rest of
Wednesday together and Kageyama went back to school on Thursday, while Hinata
only went to practice the rest of the week.
***** Routine *****
Chapter Summary
     He closed his eyes and listened to Kageyama's steady heartbeat,
     throat feeling tight. He grumbled something incoherent as he felt a
     warm tear soak into Kageyama's shirt, wetting his cheek. Kageyama
     kept quiet, running a hand through Hinata's hair slowly.
     This, too, was part of the routine.
Chapter Notes
     heyyyy y'allllllll it's continuing!!! i'm trying to make this sorta
     angsty but at the same time i really want to make this a resolve from
     the last chapter.... i guess you could read these as one shots but
     then it wouldn't really make any sense
     also!! in further news, i hc hinata as a celiac which is why he only
     gets pork buns from ukai's store, and that he's ace :')
See the end of the chapter for more notes
- Six months later -
A few weeks until summer break.
Hinata was doing alright in his classes, and Kageyama wasn't doing any better.
They'd been even more inseparable than before what their families call "the
incident."
"Kageyama," Hinata grabbed at the taller boy's practice jersey, "Get me out of
here," He whispered. Kageyama nodded and scouted a path to the gym door, waving
to Nishinoya, the team's vice-captain, that they had to leave.
Ever since the team went to nationals for the second time, this time under team
captain Ennoshita, the practice gym has been crowded with sport-savvy teenagers
wanting to watch the endless rallies and exercises the team does. And crowds,
ever since, have made Hinata unbearably anxious.
In fact, nearly everything makes Hinata anxious now. Being alone, being in a
crowd, being with classmates who are taller than him, shorter than him, and
worst of all, meeting strangers. Even if he was introducing himself to opposing
teams, he'd get nervous; more nervous than he used to, that is.
He held onto the back of Kageyama's shirt as they snaked out of the stuffy gym,
blatantly ignoring any student who tried to ask them if they were that "freak
duo" that was on the local news, or if Kageyama really was the best setter in
the prefecture, or if Hinata really was the little giant. Hinata squatted near
the bike rack and rubbed his face with his palms, heart beating quick. I'm out
of there, I'm okay, it's okay, no one is touching you, no one is staring at
you, you're fine. You're okay.
Kageyama watched Hinata silently, eyebrows turned up with worry. This was
starting to become a routine. They'd walk out of the gym if Hinata started to
feel "squished" and come to the bike rack to calm down. Kageyama sat on
Hinata's bike, "Need to go home?"
"Yeah," Hinata looked up at him, "Guueehhh!" He wiped at his eyes with his
sleeves, "I'm not gonna cry, I swear, not this time."
"You..." Kageyama wondered for a moment if he should say something nice,
something out of character, but decided against it, "you better not start
crying. You soaked through my jacket yesterday."
"Ugh," Hinata watched Kageyama unlock the bike from the rack and face it the
right way, "Your parents are home during the day, right?"
"My mom is," Kageyama tapped the kickstand up.
"Can we go to your house?"
"Yeah, get on, dweeb," Kageyama said with a sidelong glance to Hinata as he sat
on the seat behind Kageyama.
It took 15 short minutes to get to Kageyama's house, Hinata's bubbly babbling
starting up after they got inside. He was already feeling much better, though
he still kept close to Kageyama's side as he mumbled a cursory apology and said
hello to Kageyama's mother.
"Spending the night, dear?" Kageyama's mom glanced over the back of the couch
to the boys.
"If it's okay with you, mom," Kageyama looked down at Hinata, "and you."
"I'll call my mom and ask," Hinata smiled warily and got out his phone. He
jumped up the stairs as he put his phone to his ear.
"What's up, honey?" A calming voice broke the incessant ringing on the other
end of the call.
"Um, nothing," Hinata closed Kageyama's bedroom door quietly, alone in his
room, "Kageyama's mom was wondering if I was going to spend the night."
"You're at Tobio's place again?"
"Yes, mom."
"Well, if it's alright with her. Call me before you go to bed, do you have
food?"
"Um, I'll ask if they do. I'll go to the store on my bike if they don't. I'll
call you tonight, bye mom," Hinata glanced up silently as Kageyama walked in
and shut the door quietly behind him. They stared at each other until the end
of the phone call.
"Love you, Shouyou," Hinata's mother said happily, "Your grades are looking
good, I'm proud of you, sweetie."
"Thanks, mom. Love you, too. Bye-bye," Hinata smiled warmly and hung up,
sitting on the edge of Kageyama's bed, "So,"
"So," Kageyama echoed, "My mom went to the store to get food that you can eat."
"She left?" Hinata's pupils got small.
"I locked the door and closed the window downstairs, don't worry." Kageyama
stepped out of the room, "Did you bring clothes to change into?" He called from
the bathroom across the hallway.
"Uh, nope!" Hinata shed his shirt, "I'm gonna steal your clothes, though."
"Ew, they're way too big for you, and you stink."
"Too bad!" Hinata had already thrown off his practice shirt and shorts and had
put on a black hoodie of Kageyama's and some red sweatpants he found in the
dresser next to his bed.
"You're gonna shower right?" Kageyama walked back in, practice clothes folded
in his hand, wearing a sweater and shorts.
"Probably," Hinata shrugged, "This hoodie is really scratchy."
"You're supposed to wear a shirt under it, stupid, Kageyama punched Hinata's
shoulder.
"Ow," Hinata replied in a dramatic voice, falling on Kageyama's bed and pulling
one side of the blanket as he rolled into a burrito. Kageyama sat beside him.
"You're gonna stay in the club, right?" Kageyama asked quietly, almost like he
didn't want to say it out loud. Hinata poked his head out of the blanket to
stare at Kageyama, his fluffy orange hair flattened against the top of his head
by the covers.
"Probably."
"Probably?"
"Yeah," He scooted up to sit on his knees while still in the blanket,
"Probably." Kageyama frowned.
"You should go take a shower or something," He muttered after a hesitation,
pulling a volleyball out from under his bed and laying down.
"... Yeah." Hinata murmured and jumped off the bed, shedding the blanket and
leaving the room.
-
By the time Kageyama's mother returned, both boys had showered and gotten into
clothes that were relatively comfy. They jumped down the stairs and Kageyama
welcomed her home as they both sat on the couch.
"You boys gonna watch a movie?" She hummed, setting the brown paper bags on the
counter.
"No," Hinata answered, "Volleyball rallies from this year's nationals!"
"Oh, alright, then. I got you fish sticks for tonight and some breakfast
sandwiches for tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Mrs. Kageyama," Hinata smiled, spotting the gluten-free label on a
box Kageyama's mother had pulled out and set on the counter.
"I bought you boys some meat buns from your coach's store, too," She said
nonchalantly.
Hinata gasped and leapt off the couch, sprinting to the kitchen, "Pork buns?"
He asked excitedly.
"Yes," Kageyama's mother chuckled, "Gluten free, for both of you."
"Thank you!" Kageyama and Hinata said in unison, though Kageyama wasn't as
thrilled.
-
After dinner, the two were allowed to stay up and watch movies in the front
room. They curled up on the couch, leaning against each other. Hinata hugged
his knees and giggled at something that happened in the movie, but Kageyama
wasn't paying attention.
"It's not that funny," He mumbled offhandedly, resting his head on top of
Hinata's.
"I mean I guess. I like it," Hinata replied, his smile melting into his words,
"I've seen this movie like five times and it's pretty funny."
"You're such a nerd, Shouyou," Kageyama snorted. They'd been close friends for
a while and first names weren't a big deal. Hinata sat up.
"Oh yeah, well Tobio, you're a dork for Iwaizumi-senpai."
"Um, excuse you," Kageyama feigned disdain, "It's more like Iwaizumi-sama."
Hinata laughed and pushed Kageyama over, using his chest as a pillow.
"Hey," Hinata said in a quieter voice, looking up at Kageyama, "Thanks."
Kageyama raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"For?" Hinata moved around until they were both more comfortable before
answering.
"For helping me get over it. So, um, thanks?" He squinted and looked away, a
blush of embarrassment flushing his nose and cheeks, "This is super stupid to
say but, um, yeah, thanks. And I love you for that. Yeah."
Kageyama sat in silence for a moment, putting his arms around Hinata in a loose
hug, "Me too. I love you too. Not in, like, uh, a weird way, or anything."
"Obviously not," Hinata said into Kageyama's chest, muffled because he was
being held against the other boy. Hinata unpinned his arms from underneath him
and returned the hug, sighing into Kageyama. He closed his eyes and listened to
Kageyama's steady heartbeat, throat feeling tight. He grumbled something
incoherent as he felt a warm tear soak into Kageyama's shirt, wetting his
cheek. Kageyama kept quiet, running a hand through Hinata's hair slowly.
This, too, was part of the routine.
Hinata heard himself weeping, all short sobs and loud sniffles. He cried into
Kageyama's shirt, balling his hands into fists, breathing quickly as he tried
to be calm, calm, calm. He hated that word. He hated his anxiety. He hated
panicking over something that happened half a year ago. He heard Kageyama say
something, felt him sit up, felt his arms hold onto him tighter. He felt the
gentle, soft kisses on his forehead and cheeks.
Hinata furrowed his eyebrows together, grimacing. He pulled back a little bit,
"Why?" He looked at Kageyama, the rims around his eyes puffy and irritated.
"Why did you do that?"
Kageyama shrugged his shoulders up, feeling guilty for messing up the routine.
He looked to the side of where Hinata sat, face getting pink, "I don't know,"
He said quietly, "I just.. I don't know, I felt like it and um, I'm sorry. I
should've asked."
Hinata stood up silently and turned off the television, wiping his face with
the sleeve of Kageyama's hoodie. He just stood for a while, staring at the
floor in the dark room, Kageyama watching his back. Hinata frowned and left,
walking up the stairs. Kageyama heard his bedroom door shut.
He sighed, putting both hands on his face. Kageyama should've known that would
be a bad idea. He should've known that Hinata would react badly, that it was a
trigger for Hinata, that it was gay and Hinata wasn't into that, that it
probably repulsed him if anything. He tugged on his hair and groaned, waiting a
while before getting up and going up to his room.
"Hinata?" He called quietly, hand hovering over the door handle, "Are you
okay?"
Hinata replied with an almost silent "yeah", knees hugged to his chest as he
curled up against the wall on the top corner of Kageyama's bed. He looked up to
Kageyama as he walked in, shutting the door carefully behind him.
"I'm sorry," Kageyama started, standing at the base of the bed, head tilted
towards the floor, "I wasn't thinking."
"I know," Hinata mumbled, staring at him, "It's okay. You didn't know." He
smiled, trying to ease Kageyama's nerves, "Don't bow."
"I'm sorry," Kageyama said again, standing up normally, "That was really really
stupid, I'm really sorry, that was- that was really /gay/." Hinata scoffed.
"I don't care if it was gay, dummy," He stretched his legs out on the bed,
feeling way better than he had been, "I don't care." Kageyama sat on the bed
next to him.
"You should care, though?"
"I don't. I'm not a super strict sexuality guy," He snickered at what he was
saying, "I'm not even straight, or whatever, I just.. I dunno, I don't think
I'm anything. I don't know."
Kageyama nodded slightly, "Okay... But-"
"But," Hinata interrupted him, "if it were anyone else that did that, I'd
probably be really scared."
"Oh," Kageyama, "Okay, I guess."
"Yeah."
They sat quietly for a couple minutes, Kageyama picking at his nails, Hinata
getting comfortable under the blanket. They glanced at each other and silently
agreed that it was time to go to bed. They shared beds often, so it wasn't
physically uncomfortable, but Kageyama had a mental irk that kept him from
settling.
"Tobio," Hinata huffed sleepily, "Literally just close your eyes and fall
asleep, I'm fine."
Kageyama grunted and pulled the blanket back over to himself, achieving a
grumble from Hinata. They ended up ditching the blanket entirely, finding that
it was much too warm anyways.
Chapter End Notes
     hOW DO You eND CHAPTeRS
     also kags isnt trying to be romantic hes trying to be motherly and
     second guesses his feeling
     and ew im such a weeb "senpai" is upperclassmen or higher class like
     in a skill or job and "sama" is like. god.
End Notes
     IM SO SORRY
     PLEASE LEARN HOW TO FIGHT BACK IF YOURE EVER IN THIS SITUATION
     I DO NOT CONDONE THIS ACTIVITY!!!!!
     on another note: pls dont kill me this was haunting my thoughts ever
     since my haikyuu group brought it up so i wrote it
     im sorry
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