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Tobio can't believe he let that stupid tangerine bait him into a pasta-eating contest less than two days before the finals.
He doesn't even know how Hinata managed to sneak over ten thousand yen's worth of groceries past their coaches and trainers. Nor does he know where the fuck the 20-year-old skater learned to make authentic Italian pasta. But he doesn’t care enough to ask.
It's been almost ten years since the first time they skated against each other in competition, twelve since they first met and started training together, and Tobio is still finding out new things about him. Hinata Shoyo is nothing short of an anomaly— he has been from the start, when he first stumbled into Tobio's home rink with a bright, naive grin and worn down skates a size too large for him.
And now, over a decade into the game, Tobio finds himself acquiring a front row seat to Hinata throwing his guts out into a clear plastic bag (that does nothing to censor its contents, gross).
"I told you adding wasabi was a bad idea," Iwaizumi hums, looking unapologetic and unbothered by the string of squelchy retching sounds coming from across the table. Sakusa, however, looks like he's a split second away from puking up his dinner as well. Atsumu is trying to inconspicuously scoot away from his boyfriend.
"Personally, I think you could all stand to learn from him," Yukie muses, twirling a huge portion of ramen on her chopsticks. "Every dish needs a little pinch of spice. Otherwise you're boring."
"But wasabi?" Komori grimaces. "I'm with Iwa-san here."
"I think it tastes good," Alisa defends, one of the only other people who had followed Hinata. Beside her, Yachi nods— or at least, that's what Tobio assumes. The movement resembles more of a shiver and grimace, and the tell-tale twist on Yachi's face makes it evident what her true feelings are.
"No offense, Alisa-san," Suna pipes up lazily, running a finger around the rim of his mug, "but I've tasted some of the dishes you've made before. Your taste isn't exactly credible."
Amidst the light banter around the table, Hinata finally raises his head. He still looks a little green, but at least he’d stopped vomiting. Tobio scowls at him.
"Dumbass," he mumbles, watching Hinata gurgle water and spit it into the bag before tying it up. "There's a trash can in the hall."
"Yeah, I know," Hinata grumbles, standing up with shaky legs. He's gone for barely a minute, and when he returns he immediately slumps down on his seat, head thrown across the back, covering his eyes with an arm.
Oikawa, who was sitting on his other side, immediately asks, "Are you good, Sho?"
"Yeah." His response is slightly muffled. "Just need to wind down a little."
Oikawa takes his half-eaten plate with the wasabi-flavored pasta and places it near the sink. "Do you want more food?"
"Why are you acting like an overbearing aunt?" Iwaizumi interrupts, narrowing his eyes at his best friend and partner, who just smiles at him innocently.
"If you’re going to eat, brush your teeth first," Sakusa whispers, horrified. "Please."
"Woah, Omi-kun said please." Atsumu gasps mockingly, bringing his phone out. "I need to Tweet this—"
"Don't you dare—"
"No, thanks, Kawa-san," Hinata sighs out tiredly, and Tobio frowns. There's something off about him, but he can't pinpoint what it is. "I think I ate too much. I'm gonna go lie down."
"You know, that's the exact opposite of what you should be doing," Iwaizumi points out, which he hears Suna snort at. Hinata just gives him a weak smile and a thumbs up, which isn't at all reassuring.
"You barely ate two servings." Tobio's frown deepens. "You're gonna go hungry in the middle of the night, dumbass."
"What's new?" the redhead jokes, and he doesn't even try to evade the hand Tobio— lightly!— swats him with. He always did digest food at an inhuman rate. "I'll get a granola bar or something. Don't worry, Yamayama."
Any ounce of concern Tobio has for him immediately dissipates. "I'm not worrying! I don't worry! If you're not in top shape during the free, I'm going to kill you."
Hinata laughs, the sound like bells ringing lightly in his ears. "I'm gonna beat you either way! Just watch."
That's certainly a given; he'll watch for sure. Tobio isn't keen on stepping onto the podium if his greatest rival hadn't performed his best. It wouldn't feel deserved that way.
And when Hinata runs up to him the next day, a skip in his step and excited rambles tumbling out of his mouth a mile a minute, Tobio is lulled into a sense of security.
"Guess it was just a brief bout of food poisoning." Hinata shrugs half-heartedly as he falls into step next to Tobio, the two heading to the arena to watch and support their friends. Somehow Hinata managed to rope Tobio again into watching the others compete; he really should reinforce his self-discipline, because why and how is he giving in to Hinata so easily? By now they should be meditating or practicing for their Free event tomorrow, but instead…
"Maybe it was the wasabi," Hinata comments, filling the silence that fell between them. "A bad reaction or something. Man, I should've listened to Iwa-san."
"That's what we've all been telling you," Tobio snorts. "Moron. What brand was that, anyways? Even Miya-san said it looked sketchy as hell."
"It was the only one they had in the store! And Alisa-chan had it too and she turned out fine!"
"Haiba-san has a stomach made of steel. And you can't say the same about Yachi-san." They both collectively wince, remembering the state their friend was in earlier that morning. Alisa and Iwaizumi had to stay behind with her, leaving the rest of them to go support their Ice Dancers, Suna and Komori.
They spend the rest of the walk bantering about every little thing or falling into a comfortable silence before one of them makes a comment and the bickering rises up again.
And the rest of the day goes by just as uneventfully. They meet up with the rest of Team Japan and cheer on Suna and Komori. (Well, Hinata and most of the others do; Tobio stays seated the entire time, though he watches the dancers with rapt attention.) And afterwards, he goes to the gym with Iwaizumi and Oikawa while Hinata hits the hot springs.
The day went fine. It was normal, all things considered, similar to their routine at home.
Which is why Tobio didn't expect the fever until it hit.
Tobio had been on skates longer than he can remember, and he can't recall the first time he fell on ice.
What he does remember is what his first coach told him every time he stumbled or slipped.
"In competition, it's always better to fall than to under-rotate a jump," she had said. "My old coach used to remind me of that all the time. It's basically another way of saying, 'The process matters more than the ending.'"
Tobio doesn't know what he'd said back then, if he even replied at all, but he knows young him thought it was stupid. Of course endings matter greatly. But now that he's older and more aware, he can accept the notion that his former coach made a good point.
It's better to get deductions in his GOE than have an element be completely invalid. If it's unavoidable, Tobio would rather fall a thousand times than ever under-rotate a jump or spin. He rarely feels apprehension or hesitation when he’s on the ice, and he knows he has the mental fortitude and physical prowess to come back from a mid-program fall easily.
What he can't account for, however, is how his competitors will perform. He knows he'll always skate his best, but he can't be entirely sure of everyone else.
So when Hinata falls to his knees after his near-flawless program, sagging facedown on the ice, Tobio's first thought is, "Is he that happy?"
Hinata's free program was incredible, even if Tobio would never admit it out loud. Apart from two step-outs and a slightly slow combination spin, his skate was flawless. Breath-taking, even. Tobio had to remind himself to keep his clapping quiet and polite, lest the spectators or media catch him.
It's not uncommon for skaters to kiss the ice after their performance, especially if you're on home soil. He'd seen Hinata do it a couple of times before, so he didn't chalk up Hinata's behavior as unusual.
But when voices start rising all around him, each with varying levels of confusion, some even laced with hints of panic, Tobio is overcome with a feeling that something is wrong.
He immediately turns back, and that’s when he sees it.
Hinata hasn't gotten up. He lays in a motionless lump on the ice, curled up atop the Olympic rings, unanswering to the shouts and calls of his name.
Tobio feels his lungs constrict, the breaths becoming heavy and suffocating, and his vision starts to narrow. His coaches are beside him, but their voices seem distant. All he can focus on is the blur of warm orange in a sea of frost, and chill seeps into his bones.
He starts moving before he realizes it. Away from the waiting area, past the curtains, towards the barrier, to…
Two pairs of arms shoot out from either side of him, wrapping around his torso and pulling him back. "Tobio, don't—"
"No," he rasps out, struggling in their hold. The shouts tear themselves from his throat. "No, no. You don't— he can't— Hinata! Hinata!"
"Tobio!" Oikawa hisses in his ear, Atsumu on his other side, both of them ushering Tobio away from the barrier. "The medics are on their way, don't make a scene!"
Tobio couldn't care less about his public image anymore. Seeing Hinata on the ice, quiet and lifeless and so unlike the bubbly, outgoing, ambitious boy he grew up with, made an overwhelming sense of fear spike inside him. A flurry of questions raged in his mind. What happened to him? Did he pass out? Is he suffering an aneurysm or a brain bleed or—
"You can't go out there," Sakusa says firmly. Tobio doesn’t even know where he came from. "You'll only get in the way of the medics."
"I need to go to him," he whispers, barely heard over the rushing and bustling. "I... I need—"
"It's not about what you need, you selfish brat," Atsumu snarks. "Think about what Sho-kun needs, yeah? He's the one out there. He's... None of us know what the hell happened, but the medics won't let him fuckin' die, alright? That's not in their contracts."
"You should’ve worded that differently," Sakusa mumbles to Atsumu, furrowing his eyebrows at Tobio's pale face.
"I was reassurin' him!"
"By implying there's something seriously wrong with Hinata? How is that reassuring?"
"Instead," Oikawa cuts in, silencing the couple with a look, "focus on yourself, Tobio-chan. Need I remind you, you're up next. I once saw you skate with a sprained ankle and a swollen eye, but a rival's injury is what gets you to stop?"
In the minutes that transpired after Hinata's collapse, Tobio never once considered quitting. Not after everything he went through to get here. But he did worry about Hinata; he couldn’t help it because contrary to how he acts, he does have feelings, goddamnit.
And Hinata… he brings out the best in Tobio. He was there throughout all of Tobio’s milestones and difficulties; he celebrated Tobio’s first Junior Grand Prix gold medal with him, stayed by his side when he lost his grandfather. He constantly pushes Tobio to improve, not only as a skater but as a person too. As a teammate, as a friend.
Friend?
A faint memory pushes itself to the surface of Tobio’s mind, where a young preteen Hinata was grinning up at him, his crescent eyes and crooked smile sending a warm feeling to Tobio’s stomach.
We’re more than friends at this point, aren’t we, Kageyama-kun?
…Tobio doesn’t know how to feel about that. He can feel the emotions conflicting inside him— unfamiliar, alien-like. It slithers up his spine, pressing against his lungs and heart. He can’t put a name to it, but he knows it has something to do with Hinata. It always does.
"Save it." Oikawa's voice cuts through his thoughts. There is a knowing look in the brunet's eyes, as if he already pieced together the fragments in Tobio's mind, and Tobio's suddenly reminded of how frighteningly smart and perceptive his senior is. "Skate now, everything else comes after. If you don't give your best, you're only going to regret it later. And Shoyo "
Oikawa's words seem to do their job. They harden his resolve and determination to skate his best. Tobio straightens up, squaring his shoulders and schooling his expression. “Attaboy,” Atsumu says.
One of his coaches comes up to him. “You’re up in a minute.”
Tobio nods in acknowledgement, pulling away from the others. He follows his coach outside, where they wait near the open gap between the barriers. His coach is relaying last-minute instructions to him, as he always does, but truthfully Tobio is only half-listening.
He’s already envisioning his program and how he wants it to go; imagining the jumps, going over the step sequences. And then his thoughts circle back to Hinata, who isn’t watching him, but Tobio feels his presence anyways.
Tobio shrugs off his jacket, being careful not to disrupt the intricate design of his costume. His fitted top has long billowy sleeves and a high neckline, and most of it is tastefully covered in an array of black feathers. The parts that doesn't have feathers— namely a gap on his collarbones and most of his back— are made of mesh that gave an illusion of exposed skin. Most of the feathers are adorned and embedded with dozens of small jewels in a myriad of dark but nonetheless noticeable colors: scarlet, mulberry, emerald. It makes Tobio look like he has wings dripping in jewels which, according to his stylist, true plays into his King of the Ice persona.
But something is missing. Every king has someone beside him: an advisor, a knight, or even a sorcerer, someone to be his companion. There's a gap beside Tobio that can only be filled by one person.
His greatest rival, and his most trusted confidant. His equal.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he mumbles, glancing at the streak of orange on his wrist. It looks like a blazing comet amidst a pitch black sky.
Letting out a deep breath, he steps out just as his name is called.
Come back soon, Shoyo, he thinks as he waves to the cheering crowd, making his way to the center. The ice is colder without him here.
The medal ceremony passes in a blur.
Tobio moves mechanically through it all. He greets the crowd as he always does, raising an arm as he glances from section to section. Then he steps onto the podium.
In his first ever Olympics, he receives a silver medal. His free skate is flawless technical-wise, but his PCS is multiple points lower than his season's best and it weighed him down. The gold medalist is an older Canadian athlete who has a more balanced program, and Tobio can't bring himself to feel jealousy or envy or any negative emotion associated with losing. Instead he claps politely during the right moments, even accepting the hand offered to him and shaking it.
The third placer's podium is empty. Tobio refuses to look at it any longer than he did when he first stepped onto his podium.
After he gets off the ice, he's immediately approached by the assistant coach.
"He's still in the hospital," she answers Tobio's question before he can even open his mouth. "It's only a fever so he'll be discharged when he wakes up. But he'll be bedridden for at least two days."
Tobio's mouth dries. "What do you mean, when he wakes up?"
His coach's expression morphs into something akin to pity. "He's still unconscious. The doctor said he overexerted himself, and the fever likely started a day or two ago. His coach is with him now and he said..."
Tobio tunes out the rest of conversation. Two days ago— that was the night Hinata got food poisoning. Or, apparently, the first night he got sick. In hindsight Hinata had exhibited strange behavior since then: his appetite had lessened, he fidgeted and moved around less, he couldn't sleep well at night.
But every day, he'd acted like the same old Hinata. He spammed Tobio's direct messages with grumpy cat memes and played video games with his online friends for hours at one point. He still bickered with Tobio, still went with their friends to watch events or go shopping. He was the same Hinata they saw every day, but how did Tobio— who'd always been praised for his keen attention to detail— not notice that he was on the verge of breaking?
"Can I visit him?" Tobio asks after a long stretch of contemplative silence. "I know we have post-event interviews but—"
"Those can wait 'til tomorrow. Of course you can go." At Tobio's visible surprise, his coach lets out an amused huff. "You've got a pretty valid reason, so why not? And a joint interview between you two always sells better."
Of course there's an ulterior motive. Still, Tobio is grateful he can put even a slight delay to his dreaded interviews. "Just do me a favor," his coach adds, throwing him one last exasperated glance. "Go easy on the kid. I don't want to go home with one less skater. The paperwork's gonna be hell to work through."
"No promises." Tobio bows to him. "Thank you!"
"Yeah, yeah."
In his haste, Tobio doesn't bother changing out of his costume. He just zips up his team jacket, throws a coat over, and trades his skates for sneakers before he hauls ass to the front of the stadium. There he hails a cab and, after checking the message his coach had sent, quickly tells the driver to go to the nearest hospital.
He arrives in less than 20 minutes, and he wastes no time making his way to the reception's desk.
"Hinata," he blurts out to the nurse in English. "Shoyo Hinata. What room?"
The nurse in front types something in her laptop before fully turning to him. "What's your relationship to the patient, sir?"
"Relationship?" Tobio starts blushing against his will. "Um... not like that. We are... same skate team? Mate?"
The nurse smiles. "I see. And what is your name?"
"Tobio Kageyama."
"Okay. He's in Room 411," she responds after briefly looking at a chart. "Take the elevator to the fourth floor and take the hallway to the left."
Tobio manages to pick up the keywords and nods. He briefly bows his head. "Thank you."
He doesn't take the elevator. He runs up the stairs, too impatient to wait. He makes it to the 4th floor in less than a minute, and he immediately takes off to the left.
He bursts into Shoyo's room with the grace of a stampeding rhino. His gaze immediately locks on Hinata's limp form on the bed, tucked under the covers.
"Kageyama," Masayuki, Hinata's primary coach, says in greeting from where he's seated on one of the visitor's chairs. "Mind keeping him company for a bit? The doctors say he'll wake up soon, but I need to go make a few calls."
Tobio nods, and it's only after Masayuki leaves that Tobio takes the remaining visitor's chair. The one closest to Hinata's side.
Under the hospital's harsh white light, Hinata looks much paler than usual. His lips are chapped, his hair is mushed flat in some places and crooked in others. There's a line of drool slipping down his chin.
Still, he's the most attractive person Tobio ever laid his eyes on.
"Congrats, moron," he mumbles, staring at the IV drip connected to one of Hinata's arms.
Time passes. Tobio sits there in silence, too lost in his thoughts to do anything else but stare. He isn't sure if 10 minutes passed or 10 hours, but when he sees Hinata shuffling in bed, he immediately straightens up.
"Urgh," is the first sound that escapes Hinata, croaky and an octave lower than his usual voice. Tobio just silently stares at him. "Wha..."
Hinata stiffens as he glances around the room, almost panicking, if the way his heartrate suddenly increased is any indicator. Then his eyes meet Tobio's, and all of that apprehension and confusion ebbs away.
"Yama," he mutters hoarsely, before wincing at the state of his throat. Tobio passes him a water bottle, which he gratefully takes a sip. "What are we...?"
"You passed out," Tobio explains, trying to keep the bitterness from voice. "After your free. They took you to the hospital."
"I what?" Hinata looks alarmed. "I— did I win?"
Tobio frowns, and Hinata continues, wholly oblivious, "What was my score? Did I make it to the podium? I know I stepped out twice but—"
"How can you be so careless?"
Tobio's sharp voice cut through the thin air. Hinata frowns back st him, clutching the white blanket on his lap. "What are you—"
"Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?" Tobio interrupts, fixing the shorter man with a glare. "That's so reckless, dumbass. You could've gone through worse!"
"Don't start blaming me, I didn't know either, Kageyamoron!" Hinata snaps.
"Bullshit! It's literally your own body."
"Yeah, and like you I was busy preparing for the free!" Hinata huffs, falling back against his pillows with a pout. "I feel bad enough right now, I don't need you berating me like some overbearing mama bear."
Tobio glares at him, which only prompts Hinata to glare back. The two skaters have a silent stare down before they look away, looking at anything but each other.
Eventually, Tobio says, "Third."
"Huh?"
"You placed third."
Hinata groans and lets out a curse. "Goddammit."
Tobio lets the news sink in. Looking for a distraction, he takes out his phone, immediately clicking on the text notifications.
GROUP DM: SKATERBOISS
Oikawa: @Kageyama mind giving us some answers romeo???
Atsumu: yeah whyd u suddenly leave like that 👀
Suna: I wonder why
Iwaizumi: how's hinata?
Tobio: Awake
Komori: ayooooo
Sakusa: wow, i can practically feel the excitement
Atsumu: 🤣
"Did you get gold?"
"Silver."
"What? Who won?"
"The younger skater from Canada. Brown hair, green eyes, kind of looks like a mouse."
"A mouse—? That's Daniel."
"Who?"
"We literally met him at Skate Canada last year!"
"Oh."
"This is why you don't have any friends."
"Shut up."
Atsumu: how's shokun feeling
Atsumu: we might come around later idk
Atsumu: hey
Atsumu: omi, tobio-kun's ignoring me 🙁
Sakusa: wtf do u expect me to do?
Komori: XD
Oikawa: give shoyo a kiss from me, will you? @Kageyama
Kageyama: Why would I give Hinata a kiss from you
Komori: HELP
Iwaizumi: why am i not surprised
Suna: so that's the message you choose to reply to
Suna: okay 👁👁
Atsumu: YEAH TOBIO REPLY TO MY FUCKIN MESSAGES
Komori: #noticing
Sakusa: #glasscloset
Suna: ?
Suna: so you do know humor
Sakusa: side effects of living with a clown
Atsumu: HEY
"Sakusa-san is funny," Hinata muses as he scrolls through Tobio's phone. His own phone is still in his duffle bag, which in turn is still in the arena. "Atsumu-san too. They're good together, don't you think?"
That reminds Tobio... "Hinata."
"Hmm?"
"What did you mean back then?"
Hinata frowns, visibly confused. "Huh?"
"You told me we were more than friends," Tobio corrects, sharp eyes trained on Hinata's face, looking for the slightest shift in expression. "That we were long past that point now. What did you mean?"
Hinata is lost in thoughts for a few moments. Tobio sees the moment it clicks for him; how his hands instinctively clutch the blanket, the way his eyes widen, emotions flicking through them.
"Ah." Hinata seems to be at a loss for words. "Well..."
"Well?"
"We were kids! I didn't know half of the things I was saying," Hinata huffs. "Especially to you 'cause... Anyways, that was a long time ago! You're still hung up on that?"
"I just remembered it an hour ago," Tobio says.
"Why bring it up, then?"
"Because I finally realized what it meant to me." Hinata freezes, but Tobio pays him no mind. He averts his gaze from Hinata to a patch of peeling paint in the far wall, continuing, "You've never been just a friend to me. Hi— Shoyo, I can't remember my life before you."
You've affected me in more ways than I can count.
"I..." Tobio trails off, trying to find the right words to relay. "You make skating... worthwhile. I don't know why or how, but I don't want to win if you're not there. I want to skate with you for the rest of my life."
Shoyo gaps at him. He supposes the confession, if you could even call it that, is incredibly sudden, if not ill-planned. He'd always had difficulty with verbalizing his feelings and thoughts, and he isn't even sure if what he said was understandable.
After what feels like years of silence, Shoyo finally breaks it. "You can't... You can't just say that, Kageyamoron!"
"Why not?"
"This—" Shoyo gestures wildly around the room, "isn't the right place for... ackgh!"
"If this isn't the right place," Tobio starts, taking a page from one of the movies Oikawa made him watch a hundred times for 'tips on how to lure the ladies', except Tobio has never once been interested in the opposite gender, "then I'll tell you again. Later. Tomorrow. For the rest of your life, even."
Shoyo blinks rapidly. "Do you mean that?" he chokes out.
"No." Tobio scowls. "This is the only time you're ever hearing this from me, so savor it."
"Yama, no!"
Tobio ignores his cries, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. Honestly the lack of an answer is starting to unnerve him. What if Hinata feels differently than he did before? Tobio didn't even give him a chance to answer. What if Shoyo refuses to be his friend anymore? What if he kicks him out of the room and shuts him out? What if...
"Fine."
"Huh?"
"I said, fine, you idiot," Shoyo chokes out, sniffing. "I'll skate with you. 'Til the end of our careers and after, or whatever."
Tobio nods slowly. "Okay."
"'Okay'? That's all? Really?"
Tobio glares at him. "What else do you want me to say?"
"You're so bad at this," Shoyo groans. "Why did I have to get stuck with you?"
"You chose this," Tobio reminds him, and suddenly he's pulled into another memory.
Tobio and Shoyo, no older than 8 years old, still wearing knee pads and elbow pads. Shoyo was holding on to Tobio's hand while they glide across the ice, mimicking their ice dance upperclasmen.
You're a natural, one of the teachers had said Shoyo, who beamed under the praise. Tobio was off to the side, sulking because he was too stiff and out-of-sync with Shoyo. Do you want to shift to Ice Dancing? I feel like you'd do better there.
While they could both be classified as all-rounders, Shoyo had always been slightly better at step and choreo sequences, while Tobio's strengths lies in his jumps and spins. Shoyo would've done well in any discipline, but his teachers always encouraged him to change disciplines.
Like always, Shoyo never contemplated it. His answer was immediate. Nope!
Why not? the teachers asked.
Why would I? Shoyo looked at them like they were crazy. Tobio-kun's staying in singles, so I will too!
With the way he's smiling softly, Tobio figures Hinata's thinking of the same memory. "I guess I did."
Suddenly Shoyo narrows his eyes at him, though his glare didn't hold any real heat. "But I won't go easy on you. I'm gonna kick your butt at Worlds."
Tobio smirks. He wouldn't have had it any other way. "You're on."
"Hey, Yama?"
"What?"
"Why are we trending on Twitter?"
The room falls silent. Tobio refuses to meet Shoyo's inquisitive eyes. "You shouldn't be on your phone, moron."
"Don't change the topic!" Shoyo scolds, dodging Tobio's attempts to grab his phone (or his hand, he isn't quite sure). "What's this about you and—" He squints at his phone, "'bringing back peak male yearning—'"
Tobio scowls, making another steal at his phone back. "Why are you reading those?"
"Why not?" Shoyo laughs. "They're really running with this clip of you being held back by the others, huh. I've seen five posts in two scrolls and the comments are all eating it up."
Tobio is mortified. "Stop."
"No. Look, we both gained a thousand new followers! Do they really ship us this much now? Finally. Only took them years."
Tobio's ears tinge red. "Shut up."
Shoyo laughs again, harder this time. "Look! They're even making fanart of us! Man, we've succeeded."
"Are you serious?" Tobio deadpans. "This is your definition of success? Not the Olympic medals we currently have around our necks?"
"Nope," Hinata chirps, beaming at the phone in his hand. "Aww, you look so cute in this one. I want to retweet it."
"No."
tru bites @chajunirang
...so i wasn't the only one who saw that right?
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kev is SCREAMING @shibutriplet
i watching the stream w my family and LET ME TELL YOU everyone was GAGGED when the camera panned to kageyama
RINRIN ♡ @yzhappyhours
WHAT IN THE HEATED RIVALRY
CANON ?! @shobiotruther
I FUCKING TOLD YOU ALL
miyoung @youngmissu
LONG LIVE THE GAYS 🏳️🌈
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ari-rang @jwanshoe
#ONEOFUS 🏳️🌈💃💙
jamie @beeskeeper21
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[Video description: A slightly shaky fancam taken from the audience in one of the lower levels. The focus is Hinata Shoyo, who's slumped on the ice. Dozens of barely-comprehensible shouts echo in the recording.
Just as medics near Hinata, the camera suddenly pans to the side. It zooms in on a couple of men right outside the waiting room, Kageyama Tobio most recognizable of them all. Kageyama is visibly panicking, trying to lunge for the barrier. The other two, who are assumed to be Kageyama's teammates because of their jackets, seem to be holding Kageyama back.
The video shakes, then cuts off abruptly.]
Shoyo Hinata ☑ @therealhinasho
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[Image description: A candid picture of Hinata and Kageyama from their most recent interview. They both have their red and white Team Japan jackets on, their respective medals around their neck. Hinata is laughing; Kageyama is smirking. They're both looking at each other like they know a secret the audience doesn't.]