You’re welcome! And sure, I’ve added it to my to-do list ~

I’m sorry.

Daichi watches the fat tears collect in Hinata’s eyes, watches as they linger for a second, and then fall in salty trails down his face. His cheeks are red, and pudgy from the way he’s pouting, desperately begging Kageyama not to go, to not leave him behind, to stay here with him. The wind blows by, scattering leaves across the ground behind Kageyama, lifting his hair from around his face, which is only a bit lighter than Hinata’s. The redness looks odd there, like it doesn’t belong, and Daichi is only a little intrigued at how Hinata’s the one to bring this out of him.

Kageyama’s hands are clenched at his side, like he’s trying his hardest not to reach out to Hinata. Trying to resist squishing him in a hug, to let Hinata cry into his shirt instead of letting the tears fall down to the ground at their feet. The sky darkens abruptly as Hinata lets out an anguished wail, a huge dark cloud covering the sun and looming threateningly over the scene. There’s a melancholy tune swelling in the background, and for a second Daichi thinks he’s just imagined it, but then he realizes that it’s a late band practice, and whoever’s in that room has left the window wide open as they play.

It really doesn’t help the scene at all. Everyone else is quiet, even Nishinoya and Tanaka, which just makes it easier to hear Hinata’s begging pleas and overly loud sobs. Kageyama looks like he wants to say something, but just then his phone starts to ring, his alarm, some heavy default tone ringing through the air, mingling with the already sad music crescendoing in the across the land. Kageyama turns off the alarm without taking his phone out of his pocket, and takes one hesitant step backwards.

That’s when Hinata really loses it, trying to step forward and tripping over a rock, or air, or his own feet. Either way he lands on his knees in the dirt at Kageyama’s feet, and with shaking hands, grabs the hem of his jacket. Kageyama doesn’t react fast enough, hands outstretched like he was trying to catch Hinata and took a fraction too long. He’s leaning down, too, pulled by the force of Hinata’s fists in his jacket, and looks like he just wants to wrap Hinata in a hug and never let go.

Hinata whimpers as he looks into Kageyama’s slightly teary eyes. “Do you really have to go? Please just stay here with me. Please.”

Kageyama’s voice is rough when he answers. “Yes, I have to go.” He tries to straighten up, and pulls Hinata halfway up as well due to his grip on Kageyama’s jacket. His alarm rings again, and it sounds even more morose this time around, though Kageyama just silences it again. “I need to leave. Let go now.” Hinata sniffles again and the next word from Kageyama is unusually soft and pleading. “Please.”

“You’ll come back, though, right? You promise? You have to promise.” Hinata lets his hands drop back to his own knees, slumps on the ground and clenches his hands tightly in his shorts as he stares up at Kageyama, waiting desperately for his answer.

Kageyama scoffs, but Daichi can tell that Hinata’s tears and begging are getting to him. “Of course I’m coming back. I’m not gonna die, idiot.”

Hinata’s face scrunches up and tears run down his face all over again, like a dam finally overwhelmed. Kageyama drops to his knees quickly, and captures Hinata in a tight hug, before pressing a kiss against his cheek and standing up. He bows to the rest of them without looking up, and turns on his heel and strides away, back straight and head held high, just as his phone rings yet again. Hinata lets his face drop against his own knees, shoulders shaking and trembling as he continues to cry and sniffle.

They all watch with various levels of concern on their faces, until Daichi decides to pipe up. “What was that?”

Ukai huffs from the doorway to the gym, answers gruffly, like he’s already totally done with all of them. “Kageyama has to go assist Oikawa with teaching his nephew’s team in exchange for his advice.”

Daichi can feel the incredulous look on his face, and Suga falls on his ass he’s laughing so hard. Ennoshita rolls his eyes and picks Hinata up by his collar to pull him into the gym. Daichi is so done with these overly dramatic children. “Alright, enough. Get to running laps. Now. Or someone will be dying.”

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