The crows



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The crows
Kagehina//hinata meeting his old teammates? I dunno :/
Ack! Sorry I’m just getting to this prompt now! Finally have time to do some quick prompts now that my semester is over! Thanks for the prompt! It was a fun one :D
Snow fell from the sky.
Hinata stuck out his tongue to catch snowflakes in his mouth, eyes closed. Little crystals of ice fell on his tongue, and he grinned, then slipped his muffler back over his face. It was too cold to catch snowflakes for long. He rubbed his mittened hands together, bouncing in place on the balls of his feet. He glanced at the clock on the station wall, impatience gnawing at him. How long did it take to get to Tokyo, honestly? They should have been here by now.
Finally, he heard the distant rumble, then saw lights on the tracks. The train chugged up to the station, coming to a smooth halt in front of the platform and letting out a tremendous roar from its horn. Hinata watched the train doors along the cars, not sure which one they would—
A hand raised over the crowds spilling from the train. It was curled in a fist, one finger pointed to the sky. Other fists nearby raised next to it, one finger on each hand pointing up, like a mob of crows gathering in single-minded pursuit, like a flock ascending into the clouds. Hinata saw them and felt a thrill run through his body, a chill that didn’t come from the snow. He knew those hands. He’d watched them set and receive and block and toss and defend and attack and lift up and break and crush and cry and love and hold and hold and hold him.
Hinata started forward, and the crowd split like the sea around a dock, and they were there, swarming around him, holding him again, reaching to him—Daichi and Sugawara and Asahi and Tanaka and Nishinoya and Yachi and Yamaguchi and Ennoshita and Tsukishima—they were all there in front of him again.
“HINATAAA!” Tanaka roared, startling the people around them. He ran forward, and Hinata raced to meet him, laughing and crying, and Tanaka lifted him up and spun him around, whooping and cheering like they were back on the nationals stage and they’d won all over again, all over again they were there illuminated by the lights, and then the rest were on him too. Nishinoya and Yamaguchi screamed in Hinata’s ears, Tsukishima ruffled his hand over Hinata’s new undercut, and Daichi peeled him off Tanaka and wrapped him in a giant embrace—which made them all cheer even louder.
Sugawara stood everyone by the wall, ordering them to pack in tight together as he took out his phone for a giant selfie, reunion style. They screamed at the camera, faces bright and shining, making peace signs and waving—Tanaka stuck up both his middle fingers, grinning cheekily—and then they all tumbled together again, intent on getting as close to Hinata as possible.
“Shouyou, we’ve missed you so much!” Nishinoya hollered, his voice already hoarse from screaming, and everyone cheered in agreement, babbling amongst themselves. “You’ve got to show us all over Tokyo,” Nishinoya said, hopping up and down with Hinata.
“We’ve all already seen it, Yuu,” Tanaka reminded him, arm slung around Hinata’s shoulders. He’d staked his claim and he wasn’t letting Hinata out of his sight. He ruffled Hinata’s curls on the top of his head. “I wanna see his apartment!” The others chimed in their agreement.
“Yeah!”
“Me too!”
“That’s a great idea!”
“Yeah, show us the new pad, Shouyou!”
Hinata grinned at them all, face growing red. Tears still ran down his face. He hadn’t felt so happy in such a long time. All his friends, everyone he’d missed so much—they were all here with him again, together.
“Okay, okay, I’ll show you our new place, but everyone has to tell me what you’ve all been up to since we last saw each other. University’s been so lonely without you guys!”
They all cheered and started forward, but Yamaguchi raised his voice. “Wait, wait, Hinata. You said ‘our’ new place. Who’s your roommate?”
Hinata froze. Oh, crap. He blushed and fidgeted with the tassels on his hat. “Um, well, actually it’s—”
“Oi, dumbass.”
As if in slow motion, everyone turned around. Kageyama came up the stairs to the platform, holding two sodas in his hand. “They didn’t have strawberry, so I got you—” Kageyama froze at the top of the stairs, mouth open. He stared at the group, and everyone stared back, gaping at him.
Tsukishima turned to Hinata first. “You live with Kageyama,” he said, at the same time that everyone else erupted into their loudest cheers yet and rushed for Kageyama. He dropped the sodas and turned to run back down the stairs, arms pumping. Tanaka and Nishinoya howled and led the chase. Hinata laughed and grabbed Tsukishima’s arm, and they followed.
In the hallway, the old team had captured Kageyama and were taking turns jumping on him and hugging him and punching his shoulder playfully and marveling at his new undercut, too, asking if he’d copied Hinata or if Hinata had copied him. (Kageyama immediately said Hinata copied him, to which Hinata yelped in protest.) Kageyama relented and started giving out hugs to everyone, bowing respectfully to Daichi, Sugawara, and Asahi before letting them sweep him off his feet in a three-senpai-embrace.
Hinata wriggled his way through them and stood next to Kageyama, taking his arm. “We live in a really nice flat, almost twenty floors up!” he said, hopping excitedly on his feet. “Kageyama’s got a job at the local gym as an instructor, and I’ll be starting my second year at university soon!” Hinata’s hand unconsciously slipped into Kageyama’s, and they interlaced fingers for a moment.
“We only live so high up because it’s a cheap apartment building,” Kageyama said, taking his hand out of Hinata’s so he could wrap his arm around Hinata’s shoulders and lean his chin on Hinata’s head, nuzzling him gently. “Dumbass,” he said, smirking.
“Yo, hold up,” Tanaka said suddenly, pointing at them. Everyone looked at him. “What’s all this…cuddly stuff?”
They all looked back at Hinata and Kageyama. Hinata glanced up, and Kageyama looked down at him. “You didn’t tell them?”
Hinata squirmed. “Um, surprise? Tobio’s my boyfriend?”
Tanaka sputtered, and Hinata was worried he’d short-circuited. Then Tanaka smiled—a genuine, wide smile—and he put his hands on his hips and bellowed with laughter. “My little kouhai,” he crowed. “All grown up and in love!”
Yamaguchi and Tsukishima patted Kageyama on the back, congratulating him. Kageyama nodded back solemnly, telling them that he was definitely the lucky one. Hinata smirked up at him and pressed a kiss to Kageyama’s nose, whispering in his ear, “Okay, you just earned bonus points tonight.”
Everyone heard him, naturally. Nishinoya whooped. Tanaka drawled, “Gaaayy,” and Sugawara and Asahi both smacked each of his shoulders. Yachi gave Hinata a high-five, and Kageyama just shook with laughter, pressing a kiss to the top of Hinata’s head.
Hinata glowed with affection, for Kageyama, for his old friends, for the bonds that never broke or bent no matter how much distance or time lay between them. They swarmed out of the station together, jumping into the city air, their breaths like ghosts floating around them, or angels, or dragons, or crows. Hinata, arm-in-arm with Kageyama, led his old friends through the city to their apartment, and the snow fell on them like laughter, and the sky was open like a friend’s arms, and the clouds raced by like the years, and the day lay before them all—open, and possible, and loving, and right…right there.
SAEKONEE-CHAN’S SUPPORT AND LOVE FOR HER LITTLE BROTHER IS THE BEST EVER YOU HEAR ME
IF THERES AN UPDATE IN THE MANGA
best believe i’ll be posting ten pics of the same scene but with different captions.
Tanaka Ryuusuke (commissioned by jadestarlight)
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Sawamura Daichi
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