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Haikyuu!! Summer Holidays Exchange 2016
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2016-07-31
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long shadows in summer

Summary:

There stands Hinata, phone to his ear, a pillar in the summer night. He smiles, bright enough to see in the dark. Kageyama blinks, repeats, "What the hell," but there isn't any heat to it, just amazement, and something a little more fond.

(or: warm weather = warm moments)

Notes:

happy summer hols!! (again?) this one's a bit, ah, spur of the moment? i guess. i figured you'd enjoy having more kagehina in your life, so, i hope that's true!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

the sun can warm
my skin and bones
with the loud of tinted
summer tones
but it's your golden heart
that warms my own
and ripples across
like skipping stones

 

"Hey, hey, Kageyama," Hinata comments, pointing. Although the wind feels like spring, the sun hits their backs like summer, casting shadows on the pavement. "What if I was that tall? I could beat anyone!" He throws his arms up and out, at this, nearly slapping Kageyama in the face.

Kageyama grabs his arm and lowers it, looking down to where Hinata's shadow dwarfs them both. "Dumbass," he says, blinking, "If you were that tall, you'd flip over the net."

Hinata huffs, and crosses his arms, but ultimately doesn't retort. Kageyama should be concerned, probably, because Hinata always retorts, always spits out something like I'm not that uncoordinated or some other indignant variation, though Kageyama supposes that, in the grand scheme of things, even someone like Hinata can be calmed by the mid-morning sun.

A few moments later, Hinata's racing to the closest convenience store, vibrant and bold and there, and the illusion shatters.

 

(and what is summer without you? is it just a summer without me?)

 

The grass is cool around his fingers, and itchy against his back. There might be something crawling up his leg, but he can't be sure, and isn't bothered enough by it to check. Sweat drips down his forehead and neck. Other than his hands, everything feels too hot, feels too much like a heavy blanket of breath and air.

He doesn't move, though. He's not sure what he's waiting for, but he's waiting, and he'll suffocate forever for whatever he's waiting for, because intuition tells him it's worth it.

(His intuition is addled by lack of sleep and an abundance of heat, so his trust in it is more than a little questionable, yet the comfort in the discomfort makes him stay; the comfort of I'm here rather than where do I go.)

He waits, baked by the sun, and is about to drift off when orange fills his vision, blocks the overwhelming white he's been staring at.

"Found you," Hinata says, quieter than memory. "Play with me?" His features are soft, like a photo with the background faded out, and his hair sticks out wildly like ruffled feathers on a bird.

Kageyama sits up, smiles, and accidently smashes their heads together.

"Ow ow ow," Hinata exclaims, cradling his cheekbone. He glares at him, but he's smiling, too, and the heat no longer feels as sweltering.

He's done waiting.

 

is this heat
a nuisance
or a welcome
embrace?

 

Kageyama is crying.

He knows this, can feel the wetness of the cheeks and the soreness of his eyes, can hear his pathetic sniffles and hiccups under the ringing in his ears. He's crying, and he knows it, but he doesn't know why, because the only word he can seem to grasp is tired, so tired, and that's such a stupid reason to cry. Crying is for loss, and death, and being abandoned, and for the sleepless nights spent wondering -

Oh.

A sniffle.

Just what did I do wrong?

(So many, so much, his brain tells him, too many, too much, too, too, too –

Warm. It's suddenly too warm, under his blanket. He wants to throw it off, but his limbs are trapped by more warmth, by an unfamiliar force bundled in a familiar set of arms. Stray hairs tickle his nose, and whispers hit his chest, saying nothing, nothing, never...)

He falls asleep.

 

it lingers like love, long into the stars

 

His first thought is, why is my phone ringing. The second is, why did I answer. It's too early to be regretting his decisions. "Hinata," he deadpans, his brow twitching, "What the hell." He looks at the time and scowls. "It's 3 AM."

Hinata's voice drawls over the line, some sort of ummm sound, then says, "I wanted to see you."

"We're on the phone. And I'm hanging up."

Kageyama moves to do so, if not for the panicked outburst that follows. "No no no, wait! What if I said I was outside?"

He's outside? "You're outside?"

He can almost feel Hinata fidget through the phone. "I. Didn't say that. But what if I was?"

Kageyama sighs. He was comfortable, before, but now he's curious, and he's never been one to deny curiosity.

He opens the window.

There stands Hinata, phone to his ear, a pillar in the summer night. He smiles, bright enough to see in the dark. Kageyama blinks, repeats, "What the hell," but there isn't any heat to it, just amazement, and something a little more fond.

Hinata speaks into the phone, and Kageyama watches his lips move, close to the receiver. "Like I said," he mumbles, barely there, and so unlike the light bold bright Kageyama's used to, "I wanted to see you."

Maybe it's the night, or the leftover warmth, but Kageyama finds himself melting at the words, his heart a malleable goo, and thinks that, perhaps, Hinata's heart is melting, too.

 

but dawn still comes
to split the sky
like you
my composure

 

"Hinata – "

"Weeee!" Hinata twirls around, getting mud on his shoes and splashing Kageyama's, but he can't bring himself to mind. "Isn't it nice out today?"

Not really, Kageyama thinks. It's too hot, and not even the good hot; rather, it's the gross, sticky hot that clings to his skin like wet leather, or the hardwood of dirty gym floors. The breeze coming off the lake fails to help matters. He doesn't say this, though, instead makes a noise of agreement, and watches as Hinata continues to skip around.

There are rocks at the edge of the lake, and Kageyama picks one up to throw. It bounces one, two, three times, making the surface of the lake shimmer unevenly. Hinata uwohs, and asks Kageyama to teach him.

Kageyama's never been the best with words, and opts to show him, picking up another rock and flicking it across the water. It bounces four times before sinking, and Hinata uwohs again.

Hinata tries and tries and tries, and fails, most of the time, but there's a point where he flicks his wrist just right, and the rock skips five times over the water. And he looks so amazed, then, so alive, that it makes Kageyama's heart soar with heat, like rain evaporating from the top of a lake.

 

(and what is the warmth of summer? does it beat to your heart or my own?)

 

 

Notes:

(i'm honestly surprised at the sheer amount i wrote for this exchange)