#ragsofshadow

Friday had dawned sunny and warm (the first in a long string of rainy days), and Hinata hadn't bothered to take his umbrella to school. Why would he have - there were no clouds in the sky, and it looked and felt great out - it wasn't like it was just going to start pouring while he was in school. That only happened in the movies.

So honestly, he wasn't surprised when the bell rang for the end of the day and he looked outside and it was raining. Pouring, he realized, it was dark and cold now and windy and thunder, and he did not want to go outside in that.

Standing by the door, and debating whether or not he should just make a run for it. Hinata knew he'd be soaked to the bone in this rain, completely drenched in seconds. He normally wouldn't have minded it that much, but today was different. (He didn't know what made today different, it just was)

It was then when he turned around to go back to his locker (maybe there would be an umbrella buried in there somewhere)  and he bumped straight into someone. Someone tall, and there was this dark scowl on his face (no, Hinata was not scared)

"Go." The guy said - he gestured to the door, and Hinata backed up a step, but not because he was nervous or anything. Nah.

"I don't have an umbrella, I'm going to wait it out."

A derisive snort. "How'd you forget something that important, dumbass?"

"It was sunny when I woke up! How should I have known to bring one?"

"Leave it in your locker then."

"Why would I do that!"

Another snort, and this time, "Which way do you live?"

"Why?"

"Just tell -"

"But why-"

"I'm going to walk home with you, dumbass!"

Oh. Oh. "I don't even know you."

"Kageyama. Now shut up and come with me."

It was almost nice walking home with Kageyama. Almost. No one else walked the way Hinata lived, so it was always a quiet trip. Well, it still was - Kageyama wasn't big on talking (unless it was to say something like "dumbass Hinata!"), even if they did have volleyball in common. Of course, Hinata didn't play, just had seen matches on TV, but they were entertaining enough. If he had to choose, though, he'd definitely be a spiker, not a boring setter like Kageyama. (Upon voicing this opinion, Kageyama had spent a good hour - ok, not an hour, but it had felt like it - explaining why setters were the best. Hinata had tuned out after the first few minutes)

But, there was one bad thing. "Hold the umbrella properly!"

"I am!" Kageyama jerked the umbrella back to where it had been before Hinata moved his arm over, "dammit, you got my shoulder wet!"

"Oh, shut up, my shoulder's been soaked!"

"Maybe if you were taller-"

...It probably had been a bad idea to shove Kageyama, because now they were both wet and Kageyama was mad

Which was how they ended up chasing each other around in the rain, bags and umbrella left forgotten by the side of the road, and even after they'd both forgotten why they were running around in the first place, Hinata was left with an ache in his stomach from laughing and a warmth that could only have come from the new friendship that - wait, no, not friendship. (Kageyama had thrown a wad of mud and it'd gotten all in his hair)

And Kageyama - he was smiling. Or, trying to. Or something. Whatever it was, it was freaky, but he was happy. They both were.