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"Dumbass Hinata... Dumbass... Hinata is such a dumbass..."
Kageyama had muttered the phrase like a prayer.
Running had always made him exhilarated and happy, but that evening felt just terrible. While the rest of Karasuno players rest until sundown, Kageyama decided that he’d jog around the training camp in Tokyo. Everyone had asked him how still had the energy to run after a full day of training, but they had no idea that Kageyama was thoroughly pent up. He used to talk to Hinata so often, to bark and yell at the orange head, to roar and grab the short middle blocker. But now that they didn’t talk to each other since they had that disagreement on how Kageyama toss and Hinata spike, Kageyama just realised that Hinata was pretty much an integral part on his life.
Sighing, he kept his eyes on the ground of Tokyo’s street as he ran, panting, tired but not physically. He ran and ran and ran and wished he could just make the toss Hinata wanted and ran and ran and—
“Watch out!”
Kageyama crashed into something warm, firm, and roughly his height. He landed almost perfectly, but then something rain on top of him. He panted from the run and raised his head to find himself lying on the street among sunflowers.
“Oh my God,” the man he had crashed too had shuffled and stood up, walking hurriedly to Kageyama. “I’m so sorry. The sunflowers blocked my vision, so…” his voice sounded familiar.
And Kageyama lifted his face to a pair of gentle golden eyes that blinked rapidly at him. The face, which those honey-colour eyes sat on, was awfully recognisable, but…
“Eh?” the orange-haired man’s hand froze on air, on its way to reach Kageyama, as he blinked some more. He was probably about thirty, judging from soft lines on his face. In white T-shirt with wicked-looking orange mascot, jeans, and Converse shoes, however, he was very handsome with his well-muscled body and sweet smile.
Kageyama’s jaw was hanging and his mouth was wide open. It took him several eyes blinking and gulping before he managed to say, “H-H-H-Hinata…?”
And the adult Hinata had laughed so beautifully with his adult, heavy, and warm laughter.
“Hello, Kageyama,” Hinata threw his sweet smile to Kageyama once again.
Kageyama found himself choking on the throat to realise that there could be a smile so sweet directed to him. The way adult Hinata called him didn’t help either.
His voice had become so rich, though it still had the tinge of his adorable teenager voice. “I don’t know how you got here, but stay still while I take all these sunflowers from you.”
When Hinata—no, Adult Hinata—finished taking all the flowers, Kageyama lifted himself up from the ground to see the middle blocker’s version of his thirties self, almost eye-to-eye. He must be at Kageyama’s height now. Why was he still smiling, anyway?
“What were you doing?” he asked, full of smile, gesturing to Kageyama’s running shoes and sweaty shirt.
“Jogging. We have training camp in Tokyo,” Kageyama answered, albeit confused on this sudden appearance of the adult carrot head he had tried to avoid all day.
Adult Hinata tightened his lips in a worried smile, “But, Kageyama, you know you’re not on your version of Tokyo anymore, don’t you? Look around.”
Kageyama had just realised how enchanting the look of Adult Hinata was when he had to take his eyes off him. He raised his head to Tokyo that didn’t look like Tokyo; the Tokyo he knew had less skyscrapers in the distance and he was sure that there was no such thing as flower shop with floating, bright, pastel-coloured hologram sign in front of it. The orange, small car behind Hinata was also in a sleek design Kageyama had never seen before, because it was almost smoothly-egg like.
“I think you’re in the future Tokyo,” Hinata chuckled. “What route had you plan for jogging, anyway?”
But Kageyama could on gape at Adult Hinata and the floating hologram screen next to him.
*)*
Hinata had been so frustrated and he had given it his all in spiking. But since everyone was so tired that evening to send him any toss, Hinata had decided to jog around the camp. Obviously enough, but still to Hinata’s disappointment, Kageyama decided to do the same. Hinata had left three minutes later, after he felt like Kageyama was far enough and that they wouldn’t see each other on the road.
Kageyama holding back from tossing to him had made Hinata extremely angry. He couldn’t wait for Kageyama to finally perfect that toss. He just couldn’t wait. Shouldn’t it be easy for such a genius like Kageyama to do it? Hinata didn’t understand. He definitely didn’t understand.
Powered by confusion, mixed with anger and wanting to be stronger and better already, Hinata descended up a small hill at full speed. But when he was about to run down from it, he tripped, and rolled all the way down to the bottom of the hill.
“Crap,” he said, when he realised that he scrapped his knee. It was now bloody and stinging. Hinata sighed, feeling that his palms were throbbing with pain as well, and wondered that his day couldn’t get any worse.
He looked down at his reddening, slightly scraped palms, and wanted to cry for some reason.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Hinata lifted his face and stared at a really tall stranger through slightly watery eyes. Whoever he was, he looked a little like Kageyama. From all the people who found him injured at the bottom of the hill, why it had to be someone who had Kageyama’s figure?
“I’m fine,” Hinata grunted and attempted to stand. He rubbed his teary eyes forcefully with the back of his palm and hissed when both of his palms and knee aching in protest.
“You’re not fine,” the Kageyama-like man said calmly. “Can you walk? Where are you going?”
Hinata was frowning, not answering. He tested whether he could at least walk.
“You shouldn’t be running so fast when going down that hill,” the man continued and Hinata snapped his head up towards the nosy stranger. “That hill is—oh my God.”
“Gah?” Hinata had made confused voice at the same time when the tall man exclaimed.
At least on Tsukishima’s height, the man had dark blue eyes Hinata knew so well. Topped with straight, raven black hair and fringe on his forehead, there was no way Hinata didn’t know who he was, or at least, he thought he knew who the man was.
“Sho—Hinata?” he opened his mouth, blinking rapidly.
Had he wanted to call Hinata ‘Shouyou’ before? Hinata glared at this probably-adult-Kageyama, because he was angry at the current-Kageyama and he really didn’t want to see whatever version of Kageyama the world had to offer him for now.
But, Goddamn, Hinata couldn’t stop staring at adult Kageyama.
He was probably on his late twenties; with his face structure didn’t change much except much more defined, square jaw. He seemed to build up more muscles too, though they weren’t too glaring underneath his dark blue polo shirt and jeans that displayed his long, well-muscled legs.
To Hinata’s surprise, Adult Kageyama’s shock expression slowly turned into a gentle smile that made Hinata shivered from head to toe.
“Hinata!” he had said it happily, like confirming that he was indeed standing in front of Hinata Shouyou.
“Y-Yes…?” Hinata smiled meekly, nervously.
Kageyama chuckled a throaty, breathless, but rich laughter. He was still smiling gently and Hinata was dumbfounded somehow. He knew how the Kageyama he was angry at right now was tall and considerably good-looking, but, for the love of volleyball, Kageyama made a strikingly handsome grown man. His eyebrows weren’t furrowing so much anymore and his smile—his dazzling, charming smile—really made Hinata felt all ‘guwaaah’ and ‘psaaah’.
He had looked at Hinata with such a warm look too.
“Hinata,” he repeated it once again, still smiling. “Wow. Hey. I didn’t think I’d see you here. You’re hurt, I know. Let me help you.”
Hinata wanted to glare, but he wanted to lean more to this Kageyama, because he felt blood dripping from the scrap on his knee.
“T-thanks, Kageyama,” he muttered.
And Adult Kageyama had smiled so warm and charming again to Hinata, as he helped Hinata to lean against him. His palm was big and warm as it touched Hinata, but the way grown-up Kageyama smiled at him made Hinata incredibly warm from the inside.
*)*
“Why do you buy so many sunflower?”
“I have to leave early tomorrow morning and the store wouldn’t be open by then.”
“What do you need so many sunflower for, anyway?”
In Hinata’s weirdly bright-coloured apartment, teenager Kageyama threw a confused look at adult Hinata, but Hinata just threw him a confident, slightly naughty smile, and winked to him across the room. Kageyama, who had never had anyone winked at him, felt equally puzzled and, strangely enough, aroused, at the same time. Teenager Hinata would never be able to do that, being the kind of person who stunned in the presence of beautiful girl.
“Do you want to drink something, Kageyama?” Hinata opened the fridge and bend over it. Kageyama could see his grown Hinata’s back muscles under the white shirt, his slender hips, and his long, strong legs on those jeans. Even the sight of Hinata could make him crazy, Kageyama thought, swallowing in difficulty.
“Um… water is okay.”
Kageyama had tried not to stare at Adult Hinata too much as he gulped down his glass of water. But Hinata had sat right across him on the orange sofa, over the coffee table, which its surface worked as some sort of screen of a computer. Kageyama was glad to get a distraction, because then a hopping, hologram pink bunny appeared on the coffee table and announced that it was dinnertime.
When Kageyama lifted his face to see Hinata, to ask for a lift back, Hinata was looking so tenderly at him with a smile on his face.
“God, it’s so surreal,” said Hinata, eyes wide, probably referring to Kageyama’s existence in the future.
“M-may I ask how old are you?” Kageyama felt his cheeks warm as he stared back at Hinata.
“Thirty-one very soon. It’s summer, after all.”
“Oh. So I—“
“Probably went to Tokyo sixteen years after your era. I remember the first Tokyo training camp,” Hinata chuckled.
Kageyama wanted to ask whether Hinata remembered anything else, like the fight they were having. But there was a gaping sixteen years hole between Kageyama’s time and the time he was in. What had happened since then? Why Hinata was alone, buying tons of sunflower, and living in a pastel-coloured apartment? Did this mean that Kageyama no longer part of Hinata’s life when they both reached their thirties? Kageyama clenched his knuckles and looked at Hinata once again.
He had missed being with fifteen years old Hinata. Seeing Hinata all grown up without him only made Kageyama missed his Hinata even more.
His Hinata…?
“Let’s make a curry, Kageyama,” Hinata rose from his seat and walked towards Kageyama. “I know you have something you worried about. I was there, after all.”
Kageyama’s knuckles clenched even harder after he heard Hinata said that. He looked up at now standing Adult Hinata and bit his lower lip, feeling like he wanted to cry.
“Cooking can relax you, you know?” Hinata now stood before Kageyama and gave Kageyama his hand.
Kageyama took that warm, big, and calloused hand, before attempt a smile. He still felt sad, but at least this Hinata was here and he had a faint feeling that everything would be okay somehow.
Though formerly all over the place, clumsy, and generally very noisy, thirty-years old cooking Hinata was silent, precise, and careful. He didn’t forget that Kageyama was there, asking him to help peeling brown onion or to get pot from the rack, but he worked on his cooking in such a beautiful way that Kageyama was sure the curry he made would be delicious. Hinata seemed to be very used to making curry and Kageyama wondered whether he was good at it because it was a common meal to make, or because it was Kageyama’s favourite food. Kageyama had no courage to ask Hinata that, so he just stayed silent as they watched the curry bubbled on bright red pot.
The curry was heavenly and Kageyama ate two big portions. Hinata had watched him from across the beige table the entire time and Kageyama was sure he was blushing.
“Why are you s-staring at me?” he asked.
“Because you’re adorable,” answered Hinata.
Kageyama was sure he blushed even more. He really couldn’t imagine Hinata saying things like, ‘Kageyama, you’re adorable.’ But sixteen years later, Hinata had complimented Kageyama so airily, so casually that Kageyama suspected he had get used on complimenting Kageyama in that span of years. Could Kageyama hope that they were still, at least, friend?
“I know what you’re thinking,” said Hinata, who already finished his curry. “You’re wondering where yourself is in sixteen years.”
Against his will, Kageyama nodded over his almost empty plate of rice and curry.
“Well, you’re now in other apartment, but we’re going to meet tomorrow morning,” Hinata’s smile bloomed.
Kageyama wished sixteen years would pass already because he wanted to see grown-up Hinata smile every single day. They were still Hinata’s beautiful smile, only much… deeper and richer, if you one could describe smile with those.
“In case you haven’t realised it,” Hinata chuckled, “We’re in Natsu’s apartment. She went home to Miyagi to meet my mother.”
“Oh,” said Kageyama, who finally understood the pastel-coloured furniture and the pink rabbit on computer-coffee table.
“Well,” Hinata stood up, taking his empty plate with him. “I must wake up early tomorrow, so I’m going to bed early as well now. Do you want to stay the night? I don’t know how you got here, but I was sure that if I drove you back to the gym, you wouldn’t find Daichi-san or Suga-san there. I think Natsu had a spare futon…”
Hinata took Kageyama’s almost empty plate as well and Kageyama could only watch the tall, slender orange-head stepped towards the kitchen.
It was so strange to miss someone, but to have their adult version very close to you, being very nice, very beautiful, and very much caring about you, was possibly the strangest thing that ever happened to Kageyama.
*)*
“M-my knee is healed! Are you perhaps a wizard, Mr Adult Kageyama?”
“It’s just future biological technology, Hinata.”
Hinata looked up to grown-up and weirdly nice Kageyama, who was now sealing the lid of a magical, futuristic bottle that contained some sort of liquid that could heal his scrapped knee quickly. They went back to future Kageyama’s apartment—not as sparsely furnished as his old bedroom, with two bedrooms and a work out room—where Kageyama healed Hinata. Hinata welcomed this really nice Kageyama, who kept smiling and asking whether Hinata was okay, but Hinata couldn’t help to get fidgety and irritated again. He wanted to return to his Kageyama soon. He wanted to spike his toss again. He wanted to talk to Kageyama again.
“Hinata, you’re here for Tokyo training camp with Fukurodani, Nekoma, and other Tokyo schools, right?” Kageyama now sat on the carpeted wooden floor, just a little on front of Hinata who sat on white, comfortable sofa.
Hinata nodded. He couldn’t take his eyes off Kageyama, who was smiling as much as he was being really handsome and photogenic, which means always.
“Ah, so you were currently fighting with the teenager me,” Kageyama chuckled.
Hinata blushed at the way Kageyama’s chuckle, but his shoulders slumped down when Kageyama mentioned the fought he was having with young Kageyama.
“Yes,” Hinata looked down at his palms, now fully healed too, just like his knee. “I’m sorry, Kageyama—ack!”
Adult Kageyama had scooted closer that his chin almost touched Hinata’s knee. “Why are you apologising?” he asked, his dark eyes were wide and tinted with blue, and he looked genuinely confused.
Hinata gulped, “Because I ask you to make new toss for me…? It must be really hard to do. I believe in you, you know, that you will be able to do that toss soon, but…” he gestured to the air and then groaned.
To his surprise, thirty-years old Kageyama just laughed. The laughter warmed up his whole grown-up, lightly fine-lined face and Hinata’s chest tightened. What could possibly made future Kageyama smiled so much and laugh so easily? Hinata had tried to imagine a Kageyama who smile a lot and he failed, let alone a Kageyama who laugh a lot.
“You’re not angry?” Hinata asked.
Kageyama was now smiling wisely, his eyes only on Hinata, “No. Maybe I was a little angry back then, but I understand. A lot have changed since then, but it’ll definitely be okay. And I know because we’re still together until now.”
A heavy weight seemed to be lifted from Hinata’s chest when he heard that. “Together?” he repeated, when Kageyama’s words finally registered on his brain.
Kageyama’s smile turned even warmer, but then he smirked at Hinata, “Yeah. Anyway, we’re going to meet tomorrow morning.”
Hinata didn’t know whether he’d still be there until then. But he nodded anyway, smiling albeit sadly, “Thanks, Kageyama. I feel better now.”
Kageyama raised himself a little and ruffled Hinata’s hair gently. But he didn’t stop there, because then Kageyama kissed Hinata on the forehead.
Hinata almost fell from the sofa.
“Wh-wh-wh-why did you do that?” Hinata stuttered, blushed, and stared, messily dumbfounded, at Kageyama.
Adult Kageyama smiled, “You look like you can use a calming kiss. I’ll whip something easy for dinner, yeah? You can wait here if you were still unsure with your knee, but you can help me in the kitchen if you wanted to.”
Hinata leapt up into his feet and followed Kageyama to the kitchen.
*)*
“Kageyama, don’t you want to sleep in the same bed with me?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Dumbass? A-ah, I mean, w-wouldn’t that be weird…?”
Adult Hinata had laughed really hard when Kageyama switched into the usual insult and tone he used against you Hinata. Thirty-years old Hinata was sitting on Natsu’s light blue bed and chuckling.
“I was just teasing you,” Hinata smirked.
Kageyama blushed and went all ‘Gah!!!’ on the inside. Adult Hinata was just so irresistible.
“Well then, good night, Kageyama.”
Kageyama had attempted to sleep as well. But after what felt like eternity wondering how he got to the future, he left the guest futon and wandered around future Natsu’s apartment.
He had sat on the sofa, thinking about fifteen years old Hinata he had missed and worried that he would never go back to that time. But grown-up Hinata had said that tomorrow they would meet. Kageyama managed to smile a little at the thought of sunflowers Hinata bought. He leaned at the sofa’s arm and sighed. Then, his sight caught a palm-sized paper on the edge of coffee table. He must have missed it the first time, probably distracted by the hologram hopping rabbit. Kageyama reached to the baby blue card and read it.
*)*
“Hinata, do you think you want to sleep with me tonight?” thirty-years old Kageyama was smiling ear to ear.
Hinata let himself throwing a pillow at Kageyama’s aged and handsome face.
“Stop saying embarrassing thing, you old, sh-shtupid Kageyama!” roared Hinata, stuttering and mispronouncing 'stupid'.
As the pillow Hinata threw slid down from his face, Kageyama was laughing so freely once again. Hinata was positive he was drooling over that laughter, but when he checked his chin, it was dry.
“Well, I’ve thought as much,” Kageyama shuffled on his seat and lying down, but not on his back. He was laying sideways, his back against the wall of his future bedroom, still gazing at Hinata.
“You’ve been staring a lot, you know,” said Hinata, but not unpleasantly. “Maybe you should take picture. It’ll last longer.”
“Good idea,” grown-up Kageyama nodded, reached to a white smart-phone. Its screen was see-through and Hinata could see that he was opening a camera pp. “Smile.”
But Hinata was opening his mouth to say, ‘Wait, no!’ when the shutter sound filled the bedroom air.
Kageyama had chuckled again. Hinata had climbed Kageyama’s bed to stop Kageyama from laughing and to erase the probably embarrassing-looking photograph from that futuristic phone. On their struggle, Kageyama had managed to caught one of Hinata’s wrist playfully, and, oh God, he was so close, he smelled so good from the shower, and he was so, so dizzyingly beautiful up close.
“Now you’re staring,” Kageyama chuckled, then suddenly kissed Hinata’s nose.
Hinata yelped, scrambled back, but didn’t leave Kageyama’s bed. Kageyama had laughed again while Hinata blushed. Future Kageyama was increasingly playful and just… ‘Gaaaaaaaah’.
“You look cute, Hinata,” Kageyama shuffled to Hinata's side so Hinata could see his phone’s screen too. “See?” he showed a slightly floating hologram above the phone, where Hinata was caught wide-eyed and blushing, but definitely not bad looking.
Hinata grumbled, “W-well, t-then you can keep it, if you must. A-also, why did you kiss me, anyway? Is that a future thing? Kissing your friend’s younger self?”
Hinata had expected Kageyama to laugh, but he wasn’t laughing this time. He was smiling. He smiled like he just won a really long and troublesome match, but he also smiled mischievously. His smiled totally saying that he was hiding something from Hinata.
“I guess you can find out about that next morning when we meet your future self,” Kageyama smirked, and then jumped down from the bed. “I’m going to check something, you go make yourself comfortable there.”
“Here…?” Hinata raised his eyebrows.
He looked around to realise that he was on Kageyama’s bed.
He blushed and yelled at Kageyama who just went through the bedroom door. Kageyama's warm laughter filled the house.
The most embarrassing part was that Hinata would actually spend the night there. Future Kageyama’s bed was huge, very comfortable, and it still carried a faint smell of Kageyama, the one Hinata had known very well for over the course of several months.
The orange head plopped down on his back and sighed. He sat again, trying not to think too much about sneaky Kageyama, and spread his arms, groaning. But then his hand knocked something on the bedside table.
“Argh!” Hinata quickly jumped down the bed to retrieve whatever he knocked.
It was just a card. Roughly on the same size of his palm and baby blue in colour, it looked like ordinary card to Hinata, since it was empty. But the engraving told Hinata that there was something on its other side, so Hinata flipped it around and read:
Hinata Shouyou
and
Kageyama Tobio
Request the pleasure of your company
At the celebration of their wedding
June 15, 2033
10:00 am
Barbecue and garden party to follow