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02 | 第二章

𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫18 𝗼𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐭

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( kageyama )

    we finally arrived at the nurses office. i sit hinata gently down onto a chair and sit next to him. with a sigh, i look out the window, kinda hating myself at the moment. not only did i get hinata injured, i also made myself skip practice. i let a low groan thinking about all the material hinata and i could've went over. we could've perfected our quick attack some more, hell he actually could've worked on his receives. practice time is essential, a day wasted means a day full of important practices and touch-ups wasted. and i wasted this day dropping one of our stupid middle-blockers on his ankle. i really underestimated just how tiny and weak hinata is. i was lost in thought, mental scolding myself, until i felt someone pull on my shirt, i turn to face the dumbass,

"what are you thinking about, kageyama? you look lost in thought." hinata asks worriedly. he looks up at me his big stupid brown eyes, waiting for a response. i just simply look down. this is truly all my fault. i hear hinata wince in pain,

"ow. i think it's getting worse. or maybe it's because i just hit my ankle with my other ankle. or was it my foot? wait isn't the foot and the ankle the same, kageyama-kun?" hinata rambles as his contorts his face into confusion.

"no, you dumbass." wait. is it though? oh no i think hinata's dumbassness is rubbing off on me.

"well you don't have to be rude about it. oh! i think it's APART of the foot, yeah! but wait.." and that dumbass continues to ramble on about the foot and the ankle. and i go back to self-loathing.

i hate to admit it but i do feel kinda bad about hurting hinata. he's annoying and i don't really like his presence but i still have a heart and when he's not being a loud dumbass, he's not so bad. dropping him as rough as i did was unnecessary. with guilt eating me alive, i turn my head to stare at the orange-haired boy. he had his hand on his chin as he thinks and talks to himself about how feet are able to stink. i sigh and look back down at my hands.

"like how the hell are feet able to smell bad? is there like some type of chromosome in our body-"

"i'm sorry." i blurt out as the blood rush to my cheeks. i mentally curse myself out for allowing myself to blush in front of him so easily.

"huh?" hinata stops his talking and gives me his full attention, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

i sigh louder than before and clench my fists, squeezing my eyes shut, "im sorry, okay!" i yell out. there was a moment of silence,

"for what?" he asks genuinely confused. he continues to stare at me with his head tilted quizzically. i let out a groan of frustration, why is he so fucking dense?

"for hurting you.. your ankle, i mean. it's my fault i know." i sigh for the hundredth time today, feeling kind of embarrassed. i don't really apologize. i usually have the mindset that whatever happened, happened, no need to dwell on it, but not today. for some reason, i care. ugh, of all people, he had to be someone i care about. i hear a little giggle come from beside me and i snap my head up, glaring at the boy,