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Kageyama was a mystery. He never revealed more than necessary and his anti-social attitude kept his peers away. He came to school, played volleyball, and left. He never made friends or participated in any group projects, volleyball aside. Even then he was distant and anti-social. He was like a ghost, part of the shadows and every part a mystery.
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Hinata Shouyo was a gift from the heavens and touched by the sun. He was summer and day. His smile could part storm clouds and his eyes could stop hurricanes. He was part of heaven and Kageyama was in love with him.
“Kageyama, toss to me some more?”
Practice was over and everyone had left. It wasn’t unusual for Hinata and Kageyama to be the only ones left.
The gym doors were open, letting in the cool air, one of the first of year. Hinata was sweaty and breathing heavy, but his eyes shown with determination. Just one of the things Kageyama loved.
“Sure.”
Hinata smiled widely and Kageyama wondered how a creature as damned as he could witness that smile.
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The feeling of the volleyball leaving his hands and the strong smacking of it was one of the most satisfying things to Kageyama. He had once wondered how it would sound on an recording, something he could listen to over and over again. He later decided that it was dumb, though he knew Hinata would have gone through with it.
It was well passing the time that they normally staid over, Kageyama had made Hinata text his mom, he pretended to text his mother. He’d done it many times, but it always seemed so ironic. His mother hadn’t even lived in the time of texting.
“Say, Kageyama?”
Swoosh, smack, success.
“Mm?”
“How come you’re never sweaty?”
Kageyama froze, the question catching him off guard. The ball fell out of his hands and bounced away. Kageyama watched it roll away mindlessly.
“Kageyama?”
Snapping out of his shock, he turned to Hinata, “Huh?”
“What’s wrong?”
Hinata looked confused, torn between making fun of Kageyama or treating his reaction with seriousness. He didn’t think it was such a troublesome question.
“It’s late we should head home.” Was all he said.
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Kageyama was more surprised with himself then Hinata. The question was innocent, Kageyama’s reaction was not. He’d spent decades ignoring other people, but when one become especially nosy he had plenty of excuses, retorts, and plans. They were all lies of course, something he was excellent at.
But lying to Hinata wasn’t something Hinata wanted to do. He wanted Hinata to be real, not built on lies and acts.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, he kicked off his shoes and tossed his bag to floor. He was to tired for homework. He was hungry though.
Stumbling into the kitchen he didn’t bother with the lights. Best for people to think he was asleep.
The floor was cold, it didn’t bother Kageyama. Yanking open the freezer he pulled out a bag of a frozen blood.
“Only one?” he exclaimed, staring into the fridge in disbelief. He could’ve sworn he had more. The fridge was empty though. Cursing he turned on his heel and microwaved the measly bag of blood. He hadn’t eaten in a few days and was starting to get hungrier. One blood bag wouldn’t support his gnawing hunger.
When the microwave beeped he pulled it open frantically. He could smell it. It wasn’t fresh, but it was blood. He didn’t even bother to cut open the bag, before ripping into, his eyes dilating, fangs extracting, and blood splattering on his face.
Sometimes not telling the truth was the better than lying.