hi! do you mind doing a fic where hinata has the fever but he still goes to practice and faints in the middle of doing a spike? and kageyama is forced to bring him soon and a lot of kagehina fluff comes after! also i love your fics so much omgomgomg
Spiking usually came so easy to him.
But Hinata was lagging today, dragging his feet and getting whooped in the face with a volleyball more than once. He couldn’t concentrate, not even on the white lines beneath his feet.
“Hinata, focus! You could get hurt!”
Even Suga was pointing out his shortcomings, and it took a lot of conscious effort before he would give his first years warnings like that. Hinata’s face burned, which he assumed was from the embarrassment.
“I’ll try my best!” Hinata nodded, giving Kageyama a shaky thumbs-up.
Kageyama remained unconvinced, giving Hinata a hard stare. “Don’t mess this one up, dumbass!”
“Fine!” Hinata stuck out his tongue, before preparing for a spike again. His arm was raised in the perfect position, he was going to hit it cleanly, he was flying-
And he was rudely stopped, mid-soaring, by his own body. One moment, he was in the air, palm ready to spike Kageyama’s toss. The next moment, he was on the floor, blinking at the ceiling.
“Oh my god! Hinata!”
It was Tanaka who screamed, yanking Hinata off the floor with quick arms. “Hinata, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Hinata’s vision swam, and he made out his teammates’ concerned faces. “I’m fine,” he attempted a shaky thumbs-up, failing miserably when he proceeded to smack himself accidentally.
Tanaka and Suga supported him into a standing position, while Kageyama squinted at him with his usual unreadable expression. Hinata waited almost nervously for what he was about to say.
And it came fast. “Oi, what the hell are you doing?” Kageyama’s tone was disapproving, almost accusatory. “You could have seriously hurt yourself! What kind of spiker are you?”
“Hey, Kageyama! You need to phrase things softer!” Suga reprimanded him lightly, but nodded in agreement. “How did you just collapse mid-spike? Are you running a fever!”
Hinata shook his head, almost losing his balance. “I don’t have a fever, I think. Do I?”
Suga pressed his palm onto Hinata’s forehead. “Yeah, you do. You need to go home.”
“You came to practice with a fever? What were you thinking, dumbass?!” Kageyama was merciless with his verbal onslaught, stabbing Hinata with his words again and again.
“I’m sorry, okay? You don’t have to be so mean about it!”
Hinata’s words didn’t have any power behind it. He shivered on the court, his entire body burning. He didn’t need Kageyama to be extra sharp-tongued when he was sick.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.” Kageyama grunted, slipping himself under Hinata to half-carry him back to the club room. “I’m not going to let you go go home on your own.”
Hinata groaned. “I can go home on my own,” he mumbled, although he was becoming increasingly skeptic all of himself.
“Well, are your parents home?” Kageyama asked, and Hinata shook his head. He cursed himself momentarily for his honesty, but then again, he also did have a tendency to get needy when he was sick.
Kageyama ended up carrying Hinata home, staggering multiple times when Hinata suddenly leaned his entire weight on him. It was a long walk home, especially because he had to drag Hinata’s bicycle with him, too.
“We’ve arrived. Hurry up and lie down, idiot.” Kageyama set Hinata down onto his bed, throwing the covers in his general direction. “You’re… not in pain, are you?”
Hinata blinked, taken aback. “Well, my joints hurt, and I have a headache, but maybe that’s because you manhandled me, Kageyama-kun.”
Kageyama wrinkled his nose, in what seemed like… worry? “Sorry,” he apologized, to Hinata’s astonishment. Kageyama never apologized, although he was sure he’d be met with a smack if he pointed that out.
“Whatever. It’s fine.I have you now, don’t I?” Hinata felt a wet splat on his face. “Oi! What did you just throw at me, idiot?!”
Kageyama blinked in genuine confusion. “My mom always does this when I have a cold.”
Ah, so a cold compress. Hinata puts two and two together. “What, you’re worried about me? That’s new.”
“Shut up! I can worry if I want to, dumbass!” Kageyama glared at him, and Hinata knew he was blushing, without even having to glance at him.
“How nice of you.” Hinata teased him some more, before flashing a grin. “Thanks, Kageyama. Having you beside me makes everything a little more bearable.”
