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Kageyama was acting nice to him.
Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. But still, It was nice for Kageyama standards.
It started off with little things. Hinata didn’t even really notice it at first. Giving him his water bottle during practice breaks. Waiting for him after leaving the club room. And honestly, it might be wishful thinking, but Hinata could’ve sworn that Kageyama let him win one of their morning races to the gym.
He didn’t mind, of course, but he couldn’t help asking himself the question of why . Was it some strange phenomenon? Did Hinata do something to cause it? It certainly couldn’t be the ladder. Although Kageyama was being nice, he was still Kageyama. He still pulled his hair when he missed a ball, and still called him a dumbass twenty-three times a day (he counted; twenty-three was the new record).
It was nice though. Their relationship wasn’t different, just accepted. It got to the point of surety. They were friends, and Kageyama was finally showing it...Hinata smiled.
They ate lunch together regularly, and typically just ended up talking about volleyball, but...Hinata knew what Kageyama’s favorite food was. He knew that he liked cats, and that his favorite color was white, and that his birthday was on December 22nd. He knew that his parents went overseas often, and that he got lonely sometimes. He knew that he would twist that front part of his bangs when he got bored. And…he knew him.
Hinata knew Kageyama. And Kageyama knew him.
And Hinata liked him.
He liked that Kageyama’s favorite color was white, and that his birthday was on December 22nd, and he liked that he wanted a pet cat, and that he would twist his hair. He liked him.
And Hinata was sure to go crazy.