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Kageyama walked down the street, face twisted into a scowl. The store had been out of his favorite milk flavor, so he’d had to settle for juice instead. Today was not going to be a good day. The first match of the volleyball tournament would be in a couple of months, so he definitely needed to start training.
As it was a Sunday, though, his school was closed. He let out a sigh, walking towards the park. At least he could get some jogging done there. His teammates had told him he was crazy for wanting to start training so soon. They refused to follow through with his training regime too, but the coach had informed him that he couldn’t force them to do so either.
He let out a sigh, finally looking up from the ground. There was only one other person in the park, jogging around the track. He couldn’t really make out his face from where he stood but he could tell the boy was short and had bright orange curly hair. Kageyama frowned, did this kid not know what a hairbrush was?
He shook his head, heading over to the grassy area in order to do his stretches. The boy glanced his way as he ran at one moment, a curious glint in his eyes. Kageyama didn’t know what to make of it, so he opted to ignore the other entirely.
Once he finished stretching, he set his bag down on the bench opposite of where the other’s bag lay and joined him on the track. He hadn’t really timed his entry, so he somehow ended up just a few feet behind him. Kageyama sped up slightly, trying to catch up to him. He wanted to have a closer look at him, though he wasn’t entirely sure why.
The boy seemed to be a bit alarmed as Kageyama passed him. He was awfully pretty, with big brown eyes and fair skin, but he wasn’t anyone he knew. Kageyama kept running ahead, shaking off all of the weird fluttery feelings that seemed to pop out of nowhere after seeing him.
Not long after, the orange boy passed him again. Kageyama wasn’t sure why, but the action bothered him a bit. He frowned, picking up the pace in order to overtake him once more.
Kageyama couldn’t explain their reasoning, but they ended up racing each other, gradually speeding up each time. They kept this up for much longer than they should have, collapsing on the grass next to the track almost at the same time. Their breathing was uneven and ragged.
“Why… were you… racing… me?”
Kageyama looked over at him, he seemed to be in worse shape. “Why were you… racing me?” he said in between breaths.
The boy laughed at him response, causing him to go into a coughing fit almost immediately. Kageyama glanced over at him worriedly, he didn’t want to have to drag a stranger over to the hospital. He really was in no condition to do so, anyway. Luckily enough, he stopped after a few seconds.
“Stupid,” he said, almost unconsciously.
“Hey! Rude! You don’t even know me!”
Kageyama furrowed his brows. He was right, but he wasn’t about to let him have the win. “What’s your name, then?”
“I’m Hinata, how about you?”
“Kageyama.”
They lied down on the grass next to each other for some minutes, trying to catch their breaths. “Hey Kageyama?” Hinata called out from next to him. Kageyama turned to face him, eyebrow raised.
“Do you wanna play volleyball?”
Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad day after all.