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Control.
The single most important word in Kageyama Tobio's life.
Staying in control is essential to ensure survival. In volleyball, the team that controls the momentum wins. A setter's job is analytical, split-second decision-making in order to control the flow of the ball to best suit the spikers' skills.
Tobio likes to imagine his life in terms of a volleyball being passed on the court. The ideal is a smooth, perfectly-set ball that cuts through the air with careful precision. There's nothing harder for a spiker to hit than a bad toss.
He needs to have control over his life the same way he controls the ball as a setter. Any hint of imperfection- a millisecond too slow, off target by the smallest amount, can cause the ball to get sent flying to the ground, a lost point.
-Move faster! Jump higher!-
Feelings are an unknown variable Tobio has never quite understood. He has a hard time expressing them, and an even harder time communicating them.
Anything that isn't necessary is discarded. It is this mentality that had earned Kageyama the fated nickname, the King of the Court.
His inability to properly communicate mixed with his stifling sense of pride, had turned him into a ruthless, emotionless robot. That is a small price to pay in exchange for winning. And Kageyama wants to win.
-I know my tosses are good!-
When feelings get involved, he begins to lose control. And that scares him more than anything else. It had happened once before: a revolt against his tyrannical leadership. His teammates turned on him, and the one thing he loved the most was ripped from his grasp. There is a sense of pride in knowing a spiker is willing to hit your toss, and Kageyama had taken that for granted.
-I wish I could receive, toss, and spike all by myself.-
Hinata Shoyo. The boy with the fire in his eyes. To think only a year ago, he had never heard that name. He wasn't prideful the way Kageyama was, but he has never met another person who shared his passion for volleyball that Hinata did.
He was only 162cm, but he dreamed of becoming the ace. He loved to spike, and that unbridled determination combined with his superhuman agility and reflexes, was by itself enough for Tobio's frozen heart to begin to thaw.
But more than that, he was envious. How a player with so little technique or experience could be blessed with such potential, it pissed off the genius king. Hinata gets on Kageyama's nerves like no one else does.
His baseless confidence, his hunger for victory... It all made Tobio want to rip his hair out.
Hinata terrifies him. He is living, breathing chaos in an unusually tiny frame. Whenever he is around, nothing seems to go as it should.
Tobio is a lonely king: he can't afford to rely on anyone or anything. He can't get attached only to watch them leave.
And it seems he has found a team of like-minded players, and for the first time, Kageyama realized what it means to be a part of a team. He doesn't want to lose control like he had in junior high, and be left all alone again.
-I'm here.-
The part of Hinata that scares Kageyama the most... The way he has wormed his way into his life, and Kageyama couldn't push him away even if he wanted to. He has become far too attached to the red-haired middle blocker far too quickly. Kageyama just wants to be left alone.
-As long as I'm here, you're invincible!-
Kageyama's eyes snapped open, his breathing uneven and heavy with the weight of Hinata's words. Sure, they had been his words first, but hearing them come from Hinata's lips had a completely different affect on him, though he still had not a clue why.
Once the grogginess of sleep lessened, Kageyama finally registered the fact that he was not alone in his futon. While he was asleep, someone had shifted off their futon and snuggled against Kageyama's back.
Kageyama could feel the warmth of their body through his t-shirt, and his breath hitched. He bit down on his tongue to keep from alerting any of his sleeping teammates, instead shifting slightly in an attempt to escape the intruder and hopefully get back to sleep.
His plan backfired spectacularly.
As he tried to shift away, a soft whine was heard and suddenly there were two small arms wrapping around his stomach and pulling Kageyama flush against their chest once again, but this time in a more intimate position. He instantly felt heat rushing to his cheeks with the humiliation at being used as a glorified teddy bear.
As his teammate snuggled against him, they burrowed their face in the crook of his neck, and Kageyama couldn't help the way his breath hitched. He could feel their every breath against his neck, and there was soft hair tickling his chin.
When Kageyama said he was happy to be a part of a team at long last, this definitely wasn't what he meant. He just wanted to sleep in peace. He had no idea what time it was, but it was so dark in the room that Kageyama deduced it to be much too early to be awake.
As Kageyama attempted to pull his teammate's hands away from him, he recognized the oh-too-familiar smell that now seemed to surround him. Bubblegum.
Kageyama only knew one person who still used bubblegum-scented hair shampoo: Hinata. The realization caused an uncomfortable tightness in his chest, and as Kageyama pressed his hand against his chest, he was shocked to find his heart was racing.
Stupid, Hinata!! Kageyama's head was spinning wildly, and it was making him feel sick. He had felt perfectly normal just moments ago, what was happening to him?
As if to add insult to injury, Hinata shifted in his sleep, nuzzling into Kageyama's neck in a way that reminded him of a small animal, like a baby bird or a cat. The thought made his heart jump, and a word forced itself to the front of his consciousness: Cute.
Hinata couldn't be cute. First of all, he was a guy, and second, he was incredibly irritating. But the word kept spinning around his mind, even as Kageyama tried to force it away.
He felt like his heart was going to explode, pounding so rapidly he could hear it in his ears. Blood rushed to his face, no doubt caused by his runaway heartbeat.
He wasn't sure why he was suddenly feeling so sick, maybe he was just a little overheated.
Kageyama tried to shift away from the sleeping Hinata once again, hoping to sneak away to the bathroom to cool off.
But the world seemed to really have it in for Tobio today, because Hinata's arms, which had originally been wrapped around his stomach, slowly slid up his chest, before coming to rest on his pecs.
The feeling of Hinata's fingers traveling up his body caused a ripple of electricity through Kageyama's whole body, and the warmth of his fingers on his chest left Kageyama panting heavily.
He couldn't understand why he was feeling like this. It's just Hinata. His partner, the other half of the weirdo-quick combination. Although, considering Hinata to be 'half' may be too generous: it's more like 30-70.
Kageyama brought his hand up to his face, only to pull it away in shock at how feverish he felt. His whole body was burning up, the source of the heat originating from where Hinata was still clinging to him. Dumbass Hinata, he thought to himself. He was surrounded by Hinata's childish bubblegum scent, and Kageyama felt like he was suffocating in it.
Hinata was making little sounds as he slept, and once again the despicable c-word came to mind.
It really pissed Kageyama off that he was noticing all these pointless things: like how soft Hinata's hair felt as it tickled his chin. Or the warm, fuzzy feeling of Hinata's body flush against his back. Or the steady rhythm of Hinata's heartbeat that Kageyama could feel against his back. A heartbeat that was worlds slower than his own. Somehow, that pissed him off too.
Kageyama had no idea what could be causing these strange symptoms aside from embarrassment at being forced into this situation.
Kageyama felt his stomach roiling with anger, and he had half a mind to dropkick the tiny spiker into next week. But he realized if he did that, he would have a mopey Hinata following him around like a lost puppy, and that would be far more annoying. So Kageyama decided slowly detaching Hinata from himself was the better option.
After what felt like ages, Kageyama freed himself of Hinata's grasp, having to ignore Hinata's sleepy whines, and the way they sent shivers through his body.
Kageyama sat up, taking a moment to take a few deep breaths. Hinata curled over himself at the loss of Kageyama's body heat, before settling again.
Kageyama clutched a hand to his chest, feeling the erratic beating of his heart beneath his fist. He tried to think back to past illnesses he's had, in an attempt to pinpoint what he seemed to be coming down with, but drew a complete blank.
Hinata sighed slightly in his sleep, his lips parting slightly as if to speak. Oddly, Kageyama found himself drawn to the blissful look on Hinata's face as he slept. He found the strange tingling feeling becoming more intense the longer his eyes studied Hinata's face.
It was then that he wondered if maybe these strange feelings could be from Hinata. Kageyama clicked his tongue at the thought. Hinata didn't look sick in any way, but Kageyama wouldn't be satisfied until he gave the tiny spiker a once-over himself.
Kageyama reached out a hand to gently brush the curls from Hinata's forehead. He paused as Hinata shifted in his sleep, before placing his hand against Hinata's forehead lightly. He was warm, but not nearly as warm as Kageyama felt. He wasn't clammy or flushed the way Kageyama was either.
Kageyama let his fingers linger on Hinata's skin, sliding down from his forehead to follow along his cheek bones, before finally coming to a stop at the edge of his mouth.
Hinata's skin was so much softer than he ever could have imagined, and he wanted to keep touching him. Kageyama tried to convince himself it was out of curiosity and nothing else, as he pressed his palm to Hinata's cheek.
God, he is so cute. Chirped the irritating voice in his head, and Kageyama frowned, squeezing the skin of Hinata's cheek gently. Where were these strange thoughts coming from? He wondered as he squinted, trying to see what about Hinata could be considered even the slightest bit cute.
He has a small face, and his features are very soft as opposed to Tobio's sharp edges and lines. And it's true that Hinata has a quality that reminds him of a small animal: so energetic and needy. When he's constantly begging Kageyama to toss to him, or to let him have a bite of his curry bun (which he then proceeds to stuff the entire bun into his mouth to piss Kageyama off). But he doesn't know if cute is the word he would use to describe Hinata. Maybe tiny.
But while Kageyama had been lost in thought, he'd failed to notice that Hinata had started nuzzling his hand.
Kageyama ripped his hand away, his jaw dropping in shock, and he could feel the way his cheeks were burning with embarrassment. What the hell was he doing? Kageyama thought to himself, staring at his hand like it was a foreign object.
Tobio wasn't too stupid not to realize that touching your teammate's face while they're asleep is not only incredibly weird but also creepy as hell. But even while asleep, Hinata had reacted to his touch, and in a way that made Kageyama's heart race faster than when he successfully lands a service ace. And he didn't like the implications of that.
The urge to slap Hinata for being so damn clingy caused his fingers to twitch, so Kageyama struggled to his feet, his head spinning. So Hinata wasn't sick, but it still didn't explain Kageyama's strange behavior.
Kageyama snuck out of the room, being cautious as not to step on any of his sleeping teammates as he did.
The hallway seemed much cooler than the room he had just exited, and it felt heavenly as Kageyama walked down the hall towards the bathroom he vaguely remembered was down the hall.
He turned on the faucet, and shoved his entire head beneath the stream, letting the freezing cold water run down his face, his neck, soaking into his hair. Tobio stayed like that for a while, waiting for his heart to return to a rhythm that could be considered normal.
When he finally straightened up, his vision blurred from the droplets sticking to his eyelashes, his face was still a flushed pink color, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
His neck was still warm and tingly where Hinata had been nuzzling him, but upon inspection, there was no external indication there was anything wrong.
His reflection was quite scary. His eyes looked sunken from lack of sleep, and he was still flushed with color and looking a little too much like a serial killer.
Kageyama tried to remember if he had come into contact with any sick people recently, but came up blank. It was winter, but he always made sure to wear the proper clothing to keep himself from getting sick.
He couldn't afford for anything to keep him from playing at 100%, especially with Nationals approaching in a month.
"I'm gonna kill him." Tobio hissed at his reflection, watching his eyes grow cold, a perfect reflection of his frustration.
So maybe Hinata wasn't the reason he was sick, but he might as well be. If he wasn't so persistent all the time. If he didn't beg Kageyama to toss for him constantly, maybe he wouldn't feel like this.
Kageyama rubbed his face, before stepping away from the mirror. Well, if he wasn't going to sleep, he might as well get some extra practice in. There was no use just laying around.
Kageyama left the bathroom, turning back towards the room where his team would be fast asleep. He needed to change clothes, and find his extra volleyball he had brought from home.
Karasuno had traveled to Tokyo to play practice games with the Fukurodani Academy Group before, but this was different in that they would be there for a whole week. This camp is their last chance to improve before Nationals early next year- their last chance to play Nekoma in an official match with the third-years.
Kageyama changed his clothes quickly, before pulling his volleyball from his bag and sneaking once again out into the hallway. He knew the gymnasiums would all be locked at this time, and he knows just how much trouble he could get into for breaking in without permission, so Kageyama settles for practicing outside.
It's not much different than when Hinata and Kageyama would practice passes outside before morning practices.
Tobio stopped abruptly, acutely aware of the fact that he was thinking of Hinata. But in reality, he had been thinking of volleyball, and when thinking about volleyball it's obvious Hinata would come up, so it's allowed, he decides.
The midnight air was perfectly still as Tobio stepped through the door out onto the school grounds. No wind or weather of any kind. Perfect weather for an early-morning practice. His lips slipped into a satisfied smile, his muscles tensing in anticipation.
Tobio loves volleyball. He loves being a setter, loves the feeling when the ball leaves his hands, and knowing it is a perfect toss. He loves the thrill of tossing and knowing someone is there to receive it.
He especially loves tossing and knowing Hinata is already waiting there, and the sound as the ball meets Hinata's hand, and the feeling of superiority that comes when the opponent is frozen in shock because yes, they just did that.
He loves watching Hinata look down at his own hand in awe, and then turning to Kageyama with this huge dopey grin on his face that just oozes pure happiness and says toss to me again!
Tobio absolutely loves tossing to Hinata.
He blinked, as he realized he had stopped walking at some point while he was lost in thought. How long had he been standing there?
Kageyama bounced the ball in his hands against the cement, deciding this was as good a place as any to start practicing.
He started with lonely passing drills, that he definitely hadn't seen Hinata doing one day and has started practicing whenever he has downtime because there's no way in hell he could ever let Hinata be better at practicing alone than he is. He also isn't angry that Hinata had created something actually useable despite how stupid he is.
Kageyama realized on his third rep, that his thoughts had steadily drifted once again to the red-haired spiker, when he was supposed to be thinking about volleyball. This was getting really annoying.
—
Sugawara Koshi was the first to wake up that morning.
At least that's what he thought when his eyes fluttered open to a silent room, the sun barely beginning to rise outside the small window on the other side of the room, leaving the room shrouded in darkness.
Suga had never been the energetic type, but after overhearing a conversation between Coach Nekomata of Nekoma and Coach Ukai about switching up the starting roster in today's matches, Suga couldn't sit still, much less sleep.
He sat up, a happy smile spreading across his face before he could stop it. The smile faltered when his sleepy eyes adjusted to the morning light and noticed Hinata, sprawled out in every direction like a starfish, on Kageyama's futon.
And Kageyama was nowhere to be seen.
The night before, Suga had been the last to turn in for the night, having stayed late in the gym to burn off some of that excited energy he had developed. By the time he returned after finally eating and bathing, all of his teammates were already sleeping peacefully.
He had been lost in his own thoughts so he had almost missed it, but his parental instincts had kicked in at just the right moment, and caught the 'delinquent' first-year duo sharing a futon- Hinata snuggling into Kageyama's side, both of them fast asleep.
Suga nearly wept tears of joy as he looked over the scene. He knew Daichi wouldn't approve of this, but what he didn't know wouldn't kill him.
Seeing them like this wasn't surprising, not in the least. Anyone within a two-mile radius could sense the romantic tension between the setter and the middle-blocker. Why else would they constantly bicker amongst themselves the way they do?
Allowing those two to place their futons next to each was a ticking time bomb, and Suga had expected this to happen eventually, knowing full well how clingy Hinata can be in his sleep.
What Suga never expected, is that he would see such a peaceful look on Kageyama's face. Kageyama has a cold exterior, and seeing him without that characteristic scowl made Suga so proud of how far his kouhai has come.
But now Kageyama was nowhere to be seen, and Suga felt a twinge of disappointment the pair weren't still together, but he figured this was to be expected. Kageyama won't just magically become an affectionate person overnight. The shock of waking up next to Hinata was probably a little overwhelming for him, Suga thought to himself as he pulled himself to his feet.
As vice-captain he probably should wake Daichi, but Suga just snickered as he snuck past Daichi's snoring figure. He'll handle this himself.
Suga changed clothes quickly, making sure not to disturb his sleeping teammates, before leaving the room.
Suga tried the bathroom first, but found it (not surprisingly) empty. It was still quite early, too early for Kageyama to be in the dining area, and Suga sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he headed toward the gymnasium.
Daichi would not be happy to learn Kageyama had spent all night practicing. A rather malicious thought crept into Suga's head: If Kageyama's too tired to play, you will get to play more... But Suga pushed those thoughts away.
Suga wants to play, but not at the expense of his kouhai. He'll earn his spot on the court, fair and square. For now, he needed to find Tired-yama.
Suga was fumbling with his scarf when he nearly tripped over Kageyama. Literally.
He had managed to fall asleep sitting up, leaning against the wall next to the vending machine. There was an abandoned milk carton next to him, and a volleyball on his lap, evidence to Suga's 'up all night practicing' theory.
Suga frowned as he crouched down in front of him. The peaceful look from the night before was gone, and had been replaced with an angry frown. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to be having a bad dream.
Being Karasuno's second-choice setter, Suga has become incredible at observing things from an outside perspective both on and off the court. He has noticed how strangely Kageyama has been acting lately. He seemed rather unstable, and Suga could easily guess why.
Suga sees the way Kageyama looks at Hinata, even though Kageyama might not even realize it himself. But it's not his place to meddle in the love affairs between his teammates. So instead he reached out a hand, planting it on Kageyama's shoulder to gently shake him awake.
Kageyama awoke with a start, sucking in a sharp breath. The volleyball that had been in his lap, fell and began rolling across the floor.
His eyes were glossed over with sleep, so it took him a few seconds to recognize Suga in front of him. He looked around, slowly remembering where he was, before turning back to the third year's warm smile.
"I... I fell asleep?"
"You're lucky it was me who found you and not Daichi." Suga teased, and Kageyama just brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"S... Sorry."
"How long have you been out here?" Suga's gaze turned serious, and Kageyama could almost hear the unspoken threat in his eyes: I will tell Daichi unless you cooperate.
Kageyama just shrugged, because in reality he didn't know. He didn't bring his phone with him when he left the room last night, and he had no idea how much time had passed. Probably a few hours, if he had to guess.
"Couldn't sleep." Suga stood, holding out a hand for Kageyama to take. He knew his kouhai's excuse was a lie, but he decided to play along for now.
"You better take it easy today. If Coach even gets the slightest whiff of exhaustion from you, he'll take you out of the game." Suga bumps Kageyama lightly with his shoulder as he passed him to retrieve the abandoned volleyball. "We can't have our star player getting hurt."
Kageyama made a strange noise, like a mix between a gasp and growl, before falling silent.
Suga could see the way he seemed to be deep in thought, far more contemplative than usual. It was a little frightening, seeing Kageyama so conflicted.
He is incredibly intelligent when it comes to volleyball, and that gives him a sense of serene introspection that Suga was always envious of. To think there's something disrupting that, he knew something must really be bothering him.
"Can I ask you something?"
—
Back in the shared bedroom, Hinata was just beginning to wake up.
There were hushed conversations going on around him, and there was a bright light behind his eyelids. But Hinata wasn't noticing those things.
Hinata was noticing that he was surrounded by a delicious scent. It was rich and cozy and soft, and it was so familiar it made his stomach go all bwaaaah and Hinata had to resist the urge to bury himself in the scent and sniff the pillow like a pervy old man.
Instead, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Morning, Prince~" Hinata felt any happy feelings evaporating. Tsukishima's words felt as sharp as ever.
Hinata opened his eyes, hoping his glare was intimidating, despite still being half asleep.
But it was when he opened his eyes that he realized who the smell reminded him of, as he saw his own empty futon next to him. Oh god. Oh no. No. No no.
Hinata had never moved faster as he leapt from Kageyama's futon, burying his head in hands as his heart began racing the way it only did when Kageyama was concerned. He felt dizzy as all the blood in his body seemed to abandon its primary functions to relocate to his face.
"Tsukki, his face is as red as his hair!" Came Yamaguchi's voice next, followed by quiet laughter.
But Hinata wasn't listening anymore, instead his body was filling with dread. If he had woken up on Kageyama's futon, and his was empty, where had Kageyama slept? Had Hinata switched futons before Kageyama had woken up? What happened?
But the question that was whirling around his head faster than the rest was: Is Kageyama mad?
Hinata was staring off into space, his eyes glazed over in quiet acceptance of death. Kageyama was gone, he must be angry.
He never misses a chance to challenge Hinata, in every mundane task from cleaning up the futons and racing to breakfast, so if he was missing this morning, he must be furious.
Tanaka noticed Hinata's soulless stare, and broke out into a loud laugh. He leapt over Ennoshita to grab Hinata by the shoulders, shaking him roughly.
Hinata gave no response, which only fueled Tanaka's laughter. Tsukishima, on the other hand, was not amused.
"Did the king reject your courtship, your majesty?" Hinata blinked slowly, Tsukki's words slowly registering in his head. He was used to Tsukki's attempts to get under his skin, and most of the time it pissed him off, but if it's Kageyama it's different.
Kageyama Tobio. He was mean, self-centered, and his glare was colder than ice itself. The King of the Court. Hinata hasn't known him for very long, only a year or so, but Hinata can't remember a time when he didn't want to be by Kageyama's side, whether as teammates or bitter rivals.
Hinata has always known getting attached to Kageyama was a big mistake. Hinata thought if he just tried hard enough, he could stop himself from falling for his partner, but no such luck.
Instead, he just started lying to himself.
Pretending not to notice the way Kageyama's hair would flutter around his face in such a way that made Hinata's heart skip a beat whenever he jumped. Or the way his eyes would seem to sparkle whenever they successfully landed a quick.
Hinata tried not to feel too excited whenever Kageyama agreed to hang out with him outside of volleyball (It had only happened once, but it had still taken all of his willpower not to melt into a puddle of overjoyed feelings).
He tried not to let Kageyama cloud his thoughts, tried not to think about him more than was deemed 'appropriate' between two teammates.
But then Kageyama would do something unbelievably stupid, like ruffling Hinata's hair or offering to buy him a meat bun when he forgot his money. Or god forbid, let down his guard and laugh at something Hinata said, and all that hardwork and effort Hinata had put into fooling himself would be thrown out the window.
As the time passed, the things Hinata pretended not to notice only grew in number, but he refused to admit to the feelings he had until only quite recently, after being cornered by Suga and Daichi.
He had vowed long ago to never tell Kageyama of these feelings. He had hoped that if he knew his feelings would never be requited, he could move on.
But his reaction to waking up on Kageyama's futon threw that wish out the window. Hinata's heart ached, and he wrapped his arms around his knees, and sighed.
Shoyo had long forgotten that he had been in the middle of a conversation, and the rest of his teammates were staring at Shoyo like he had just grown two heads.
He never gave up, he never let anything dampen his determination, so seeing him look so dejected was enough to make even Tsukki eat his words.
He wasn't exactly subtle with his pining after his partner, so the other members of Karasuno's Volleyball Club had caught on months ago, the only exception being the other resident volleyball idiot.
After seeing Hinata's sad expression, all the members within earshot turned to glare at Tsukki, who visibly flinched.
"Hey, you're not supposed to get all mopey, stupid." Tsukki snapped, and Hinata brought his eyes up, his normally bright brown eyes dull and lifeless.
Tsukki tsked, refusing to look at the tiny spiker, but Hinata knew this was Tsukki’s best attempt at cheering him up had and smiled in appreciation.
"Unrequited love isn't all bad." Nishinoya forced himself into the conversation, slapping his hands onto Hinata's shoulders and grinning warmly down at him.
Shoyo was so grateful for his teammates, and he found himself laughing happily as Tanaka and Noya attacked him playful punches and hair ruffles.
"Take it from us!" Tanaka cried, puffing his chest out with an unwavering sense of pride in that fact, however misguided it was.
"if you don't stop your chitchat, you're going to miss breakfast!" Daichi peeked his head in the doorway at the stragglers, before disappearing again.
Hinata felt the pain in his chest subsiding as he raced Nishinoya to the cafeteria, the two laughing loudly as they narrowly dodged other players, managers, and even Coach Ukai.
But as he turned the last corner, victory in sight, he collided with what felt like a brick wall of a person. Shoyo groaned, pushing himself off and grumbling on about how Date Tech wasn't even here, so why did that feel like an iron wall?
Any laughter died in his throat as he brought his eyes up to meet Kageyama's livid glare, and Hinata leapt away so quickly it gave him whiplash.
Even Noya paused in his tracks at the look on Kageyama's face, and Hinata knew he was done for. He'd really gone and done it now.
Kageyama's angry aura caused bypassers to turn and run in the opposite direction, and Hinata felt like his heart had stopped entirely.
He'd only seen this look one time before, when Hinata had sent a serve straight into the back of Kageyama's head, and Hinata was completely frozen in fear.
"Tch." Then Kageyama left, without so much as a second glance towards Hinata.
Despite the overwhelming relief that flooded through his body, Hinata knew that if Kageyama didn't verbalize his anger, that meant he was beyond angry, and he was so so so screwed.
"Stay with us, Sho." He heard Nishinoya's voice somewhere nearby, but it sounded as if he were underwater.
He must've passed out, because he could see Noya was holding him up, but Hinata had no control over his limbs anymore. He wondered if Kageyama's glare was really deadly enough to kill him, and if this had been the killing blow.
Kageyama must know about the futon incident, there's no other excuse as to why he could be that angry. Hinata's stomach churned painfully at the thought, and it made him want to bash his head into the wall. This was not good. Not good at all.