1 One (BOTH POV)

*Originally two chapters on wattpad*

- Hinata POV -

The game was a tie.

The last point would determine the winner of the quarter-finals.

Kageyama looked at me and nodded. I stepped up to the net next to him, ready to strike.

Kageyama glanced at me, then threw the ball up for the set. His fingers were about to make contact with the ball before I sped to the other side of the net.

I jumped up, the ball coming straight in my direction.

I pulled back my hand. The ball was so close!

I smacked my hand against the ball....and.....

I woke up.

"D*mn," I mumbled. That was my dream? A replay of yesterday's events?

Yesterday, we had lost the match, falling from our almost-sure spot in the semi-finals.

I plopped my feet out of bed and stood up.

I hadn't taken a shower yesterday so I needed to today.

Gross. I smelled really bad. I grabbed my towel off of my laundry hamper and walked into the bathroom. I set my towel and phone on the bathroom counter before I shed my clothes and turned the water on. I tested it and stepped into the shower. Just as I started washing myself a loud ding rang from my phone.

I rolled my eyes. It was probably Noya spamming the group chat, but I couldn't be mad because I still did it sometimes. I washed off the soap and stepped out of the shower for a quick second.

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Noya: You guys good from last night?

Hinata: Yeah.

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I stepped back into the shower and began washing my hair before another beep rang throughout my bathroom. I shrugged and began washing it out when there was another ding; and another; and another. I finished getting all the soap off and dried myself off before I checked my phone again. Tsukki had said something about insomnia, Yamaguchi said something about a sleepover, Asahi had been staying up all night worried about Noya (because he was that boyfriend), and everyone else had been okay.

Besides Kageyama.

Even though he wasn't the "King of the Court" (and hadn't been for a long time), he still got really sad—almost depressed—when we lost badly, or so closely.

I was worried about him.

I checked the date on my phone, and it was Sunday, so I didn't need to do anything. I emptied my backpack and filled it with things that comforted Kageyama, along with his milk hoodie he accidentally left during a sleepover. Everyone else was asleep in my house so I wrote a note:

"Went to Kageyamas house. Text me if you need anything. Love you.

-Hinata :)"

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- Kageyama POV -

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I am sad. When we lose a game, I freak out. It's normally all my fault. Even if it really isn't.

See, that's the problem with being competitive.

If you win, it's exhilarating. A feeling nothing much else can do.

But if you lose...or at least....if I lose....I hole myself up in my room, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I did wrong.

The only person that can take me out of that state is Hinata Shoyou: my best friend and longtime crush.

He doesn't know that. He's so d*mn oblivious, thank the Lord.

He lights up the room when he walks in, and even if he's so happy-go-lucky you're like, "D*mn you, Hinata," you can't help but smile a little when he grins a wide-toothed grin and says, "I know what'll cheer you up!" Because it always is something that will cheer you up.

Ugh. When did I get all mushy?

Is this what Asahi feels for Noya? Gross.

But....cute...

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- Hinata POV -

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Sometimes cheering up Kageyama is a lot easier in your mind. He's like a grumpy old man—wait no, that's Tsukki. Kageyama is really confident in himself. Asahi once called him a "narc" and a lot of other things that make me uncomfortable with saying, and those words kind of describe him, but they also describe Tsukki. They're perfect for each other.

I mean....I like Kageyama.

Not like "friends 'like'", but "boyfriend 'like.'" I'm really bad at explaining things.

Kageyama's a good guy underneath the cockiness, and he's kind to me—sometimes.

He's determined, and loyal, and trusting. But he's my best friend, and I wouldn't want to ruin our relationship by asking him out. Why must life be so hard?

I stop at Kageyama's front door and knock.

Mrs. Kageyama opens it. I bow and ask if I can see Kageyama. She bows, then nods and tells me to come on in.

I take my shoes off, thank Mrs. K, and walk to Kageyama's room. I knock on it.

No answer.

"Hey, K," I say. "It's me."

No answer.

I knock again.

Still no answer.

I just decide to open the door.

Inside is Kageyama, laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, Scrub," he says.

"Hey, Crappyama," I respond.

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- Kageyama POV -

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I sat for a while in silence, not doing anything besides thinking to myself, How could I not screw up? when Hinata knocked on my door. I knew it was him because he does this thing with his hands so his fingers smack against the door and it's super loud.

I glance at the door, then continue to stare at the ceiling.

"Hey, K, it's me," says a muffled Hinata.

I don't say anything. He knocks again then barges in. I glance at him, then in a deadpan voice say, "Hey, Scrub."

He smiles back and replies with, "Hey, Crappyama."

"Clever nickname," I say, rolling my eyes. Hinata crawls on the opposite side of my queen-size bed and lays down, legs on top of mine.

"Why are you sulking?" he asks.

I roll my eyes for the second time in a minute. "Whaddya think, detective?"

Hinata glares at me. "Ha-ha, jerk. It's 'cause you're whiny and we lost. Solved the case."

"Congratulations, detective. You're a genius."

Hinata giggles, and I chuckle.

Hinata grins at me. I frown.

"I know what will cheer you up!"