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SAME FOR YOU BUDDY

[personal profile] kablam 2015-09-03 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ watching kageyama reach up to rub at his eyes is surreal, but it's the words that come after that feel like they make hinata's heart just break in his chest, and a part of him wonders when it got like this. when he stopped hating him--because he really did, at first, really hated him a lot--and started looking to his left always expecting kageyama to be there next to him, making a sour face or sucking on a milk box they pilfered from the milkman when he walked by. not having him there feels like there's a hole ripped in him, or something, and hinata ends up tearing up too, feeling like a stupid child as he has to inhale deeply to keep from crying. he needs to be strong, he was here to be mad, and he just.

deflates. completely. he can't be mad anymore.

instead, he ends up stepping forward, unafraid of falling off the branch, and reaches forward to grab kageyama's hands when he drops them. it's a little embarrassing, and if he wasn't overcome with that feeling of heartbreak, a lion threatening to break out of the ribcage in his chest, he'd be turning red. instead, the passion and the emotion just break all at once, and he squeezes them, giving his arms a shake. ]

Then come home. [ he's definitive, stubborn. hinata is kind of dumb, but he's not an idiot. he knows kageyama probably has duties to attend to, princely bullshit or something like that. here he has a bed to sleep on that's not made of rags and all the money and food he could ever want, but if some delusional part of him wants to stay with natsu and him, keeping the warm when the night gets cold and looking up at the stars through the holes in the ceiling, then god, god, hinata will convince him to come somehow. he never backs down from a challenge, and this is one of those challenges.

he ends up swallowing back a lump in his throat, giving his hands another shake. ] You idiot. Just come back! You ran away once, do it again!
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[personal profile] thekinged 2015-09-04 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ At first, all he can do is bite his lip to try and quell the burn at the back of his throat, the threat of actual tears instead of just getting teary-eyed. Kageyama hates crying, gets angry with himself every time he feels it well up in him, but right now all he can focus on is Hinata's words, even if he calls him an idiot. All he can really take in is the grasp on his hands, and he squeezes just as tightly.

His hands weren't made for the life of an aristocrat - he's calloused from practicing his swordsmanship and climbing trees and buildings, and it's all been built up even more to reflect the ones that Hinata has, from his life on the streets and through the marketplace stalls, from climbing just as high as the prince has.

They fought a lot, at first, but god if they didn't just click before long, where they were communicating in an unspoken language, aware at every point where their newfound other half was. Natsu helped a great deal in all of this - Tobio loves her with every fiber of his being, wants to comb out her fluffy hair when she's having a hard time sleeping and he's still awake with her brother's face mashed into his shoulder. He wants to carry her on his shoulders again, swing her back and forth by the hands between him and Hinata. He wants to run through the market holding Shouyou's hand, bickering with him while laughing in the same breath.

All he wants is that starry sky, accompanied by hushed whispers and heads bowed together. Not even the softest bed in the empire could make up for cold nights spent nesting beneath that sky.

So, with a deep breath, he starts taking steps back towards the balcony, planning on bringing Hinata with him as he goes, mind working. ] I ran away without taking anything with me the first time. C'mon.

[ All the wealth in the world at his disposal, and Kageyama thinks maybe he can use it for their benefit this time. ]
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