Sick!Hinata au :) Please enjoy, sorry it took so long to right Iāve been very busy these past three days! Thanks for the request :)
Hinata was more than sick. Honestly if you looked at the boy you probably wouldnāt have recognized him. With his stuffy nose, and puffy eyelids, not to mention the constant blush dusting his cheeks. That being said, the volleyball player still tried to go to practice. Only to be sent home by an over protective Suga, that is. How Hinata made it home was actually a miracle, considering the fact that he could barley ride his bike, let alone in the cold winter air. So here he was now, tossing and turning in bed, trying to get comfortable, as old Small Giant tapes played in the background. Eventually, after half an hour of squirming, Hinataās eyes shut, and he drifted into a sleep. It was roughly four pm when the orange haired boy woke up to the sound of someone elseās voice.
āOi. Wake up.ā Hinata had recognized the voice instantly, and he found himself realizing that he missed it today.
His eyes fluttered open to see Kageyama towering above him, looking displeased. Hinata sat upright in the bed, cacooned in blanket from head to toe. Kageyamaās previous scowl began to melt of his face, because damn Hinata looked really cute right now.
āWhy are you here?ā Hinata whispered in his raspy voice.
āCute.ā Kageyama thought.
Hinata then began to rub his eyes, and look around the room, as if he forgot his surroundings. An instant tightness in Kageyamaās stomach presented itself, and the taller boy felt the sudden urge to protect the little orange fluffball sitting in front of him.
āSuga told me I should come check up on you.ā Kageyama stated bluntly, trying not seem too nervous.
Hinata simply just nodded, before stretching his arms. God dammit this boy is just simply too cute, and Kageyama just simply couldnāt handle it.
āā¦So are you okay?ā Kageyama asked.
Hinata turned, shifting his gaze towards the setter.
āYouāre actually here right?ā The orange hair boy asked.
Kageyama gulped. What type of question was that?
āIām not dreaming right?ā Hinata asked.
āIām really here.ā He said.
Hinata nodded, seeming to process the sitaution.
āThen I guess Iām okay.ā He responded.
Kageyama brows clashed together at the sentence. Was Hinata okayā¦.now that Kageyama was here?
āWell Suga told me to ask you if thereās anything you need.ā Kageyama said.
Hinata hummed in response.
āCuddles.ā He rasped.
āWh-what? Cuddles?ā Kageyama repeated.
Hinata nodded, giggling childishly. Oh god was this boy really sick. Hinata laid back down on his bed, as if he was waiting for Kageyama. Meanwhile, Kageyamaās left eye was twitching. Hinata wanted him to do what?? But nonetheless, he found himself slipping his winter coat off. And within in the next minute he was laying next to Hinata in the shorterās bed. At first, Kageyama figured that maybe this wasnāt the end of the world. Hinata will just fall asleep, and then he can slip out of bed and walk back home. When Kageyama heard the sound of the worldās cutest snores coming from the opposite side of the bed, he thought he could put his plan into action. But when he went to move, an orange fluff ball flopped on its side, and on to Kageyamaās chest. Kageyama swallowed, Hinataās head was resting peacefully on his chest. He was more than fucked. But then he noticed the way Hinataās hair looked just do damn fluffy, and he couldnāt resist running his fingers through it. So he did. More than once. And more than twice. Because it was really fluffy, not because Kageyama had beeing harbouring feelings towards the shorter or anything. And soon Kageyama found himself drifting asleep to the sound of Hinataās quiet snores. It was around nine pm when Kageyama woke up, only to find that Hinata hadnāt moved from the spot on his chest, but was looking up at Kageyama with wide open eyes. When Hinata realized Kageyama had woken, he snapped his eyes shut, hoping the setter hadnāt noticed. He didnāt want Kageyama to think he was creepy. Come on, everyone loves to stare at their crush right? Okay maybe not when theyāre sleepingā¦ But Kageyama had more than noticed. But there was something else on the tallerās mind.
āSo you dream about me?ā Kageyama whispered into the darkness of the room.
He could feel Hinata squirm against his chest.
āSometimes.ā Came the long awaited response.
āActually all the time.ā Was added on, not too soon after.
Kageyama swallowed. He wanted to tell Hinata that he would do the same, but he couldnāt. He wanted confess right then and there. He wanted to tell Hinata that his smile was amazing and his-
āI hate you.ā The cold sentence erupted Kageyamaās thoughts faster than a rock dropping to the ground.
Kageyama instantly found his heart beating 10x faster, and his stomach twisting itself into knots.
āWhy?ā Kageyama managed squeak out the word.
āCuz I like you.ā Hinata confessed.
Hinata still hadnāt moved from Kageyamaās chest, he figured he would be pushed away after his confession, easily rejected. So he wanted to stay in this spot for as long as he could. Before he lost Kageyama once and for all.
āThen I hate you too.ā Kageyama responded.
Hinata blinked twice, trying to understand what just happened. He propped himself on his elbows, getting off of the setterās chest.
āSo does that mean-ā Hinata began.
āWhen im sick you better take care of me.ā Kageyama said, cutting off the other boy.
āWhat-ā Hinata tried to ask, but he got cut off once again.
But this time, it was with a pair of someone elseās lips on his own. It took him a second to realize what was happening. But as soon as he made the connection, his lips were responding eagerly. As sick as Hinata may be, all the energy that had faded from his body, instantly returned. He found himself smiling into the kiss. Kageyama returned his feelings. He couldnāt ask for more. Kageyama broke the kiss, both needing air.
āKageyama-ā Hinata started.
But for the th time tonight he was cut off.
āGo to bed, youāre sick.ā Kageyama said, turning on his side, blushing furiously.
Hinata snuggled into the covers, smiling. But his smile grew even bigger, when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.
