Can you hear me calling

Out your name?

You know that I'm falling

And I don't know what to say

I'll speak a little louder

I'll even shout

You know that I'm proud

And I can't get the words out

Oh I...

I want to be with you everywhere

Oh I...

I want to be with you everywhere

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

-Fleetwood Mac

The line between the world of sleep and waking is a thin one, semi permeable in the way that you can see through it if you venture close enough. Though it's fleeting, casting an unstable glimmer across the expanse of my dreams the moment I notice the way it lurks at the corners of every scene, and all too soon the line consumes me and I'm hyper aware of the pillow below my head and harsh light across my eyelids. It makes my nose itch. Or maybe that's caused by another unrelated factor.

When I pull my eyes open I'm met with wide brown ones inches away and wild ginger hair tickling my nose as Hinata leans over me with a big stupid grin painted across his face. "Holy shit-," I gasp, sitting up instinctually as Hinata throws himself to the side, giggling like a maniac against the sheets.

I reach behind me to grab a pillow to chuck at him. He sits up, fitting me with a puppy dog stare and a pouting bottom lip but I just scowl, refusing to give in. He can't win me over that easily. Actually he definitely can but I have to make him think he can't.

"I'm sorry," he signs, failing at all attempts of sincerity as that devilish glint I know so well flashes in his eyes.

"Yeah right. Don't fucking do that," I answer, clutching my shirt over my still rapidly beating heart.

His pout is quickly replaced by a smirk, which accompanied by that look in his eyes is downright wicked. In one lightning fast motion he has one leg slung on either side of my lap and my shirt collar in both of his hands, face inches from mine as he whispers, "or what?".

"Or, uh...I-I'll," I stutter, my still foggy brain feeling like a key turning in a flooded engine as he leans in closer and closer. My head is swimming and I feel his eyelashes against my cheek as he blinks, moving so slowly it's almost painful. I settle my hands against his hips and tilt my head slightly as he slips his hands down flat against my shoulders and shoves me back against the sheets.

"What the-," I gasp, head hitting the pillows and eyes blown wide. Did I miss something?

Hinata just cackles, still straddling my waist as he lifts his hands to sign, "You need a shower."

"That was cruel," I mutter, smiling despite myself as he climbs off of me and stands up. I rub my eyes and sit back up, glancing at the window as I yawn, the sun seeming too bright against the brick buildings across from us. "So do you, by the way. What time is it anyway?"

I turn to get his answer but he has his back to me, digging in his dresser for clean clothes. He shakes his head disapprovingly as he turns to find me still in bed. "Ever getting up, sleeping beauty?"

"Yeah, yeah. What time is it?" I repeat myself, throwing the blankets off of my legs and setting my feet on the carpet.

"Around two I think," he answers, shrugging as he makes his way out into the hallway.

"Hey!" I call, jumping up to follow him, catching him right as he grabs the bathroom door handle. "You, uh, going in there by... by yourself?" Real smooth Tobio. That'll charm him.

"Yup," he answers, smirking at the heat that spreads across my face and down my neck. His words are hard to read as he tries to sign with clothes clutched in his hands. "What will Oikawa think if you come home freshly showered?"

He's right. Of course he's right. "Goddammit," I sigh. He smiles, standing on his tiptoes until I lean down and let him peck me quickly on the lips.

"I'll be over in a bit, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," I answer, turning down the hall as he slips into the bathroom, already feeling colder without his presence. Begrudgingly I grab my suitcase from where we left it on the sofa, muttering to myself about how little Oikawa's opinions matter even though I know it's all bullshit.

I still have my head down, off in my own world of imagining what I'm walking away from right now, as I step out into the hallway. There's a sound of a door closing before I pull the one behind me shut, and my blood runs cold.

"Hoooooly shit."

I know that voice. Oh god. Oh god no. I look up; eyes connecting with Oikawa's across the hallway, a mix of surprise and complete elation hiding behind his irises.

"Oh my god. Oikawa-," I start, my stomach twisting at the way a smile starts to stretch across his face.

"Suga is going to shit himself," he says, and I feel myself blanch.

"Oikawa, don't you dare."

"See you later, Tobio," he waves, staring at me for another millisecond before breaking into a full sprint down the hallway.

"Fuck," I spit, taking off after him and leaving my suitcase on the threshold of Hinata's still open apartment door. "Get your ass back here Oikawa!"

He's already two flights below me when I reach the stairwell, and I do my best to catch up without tripping and falling to my death, screaming like a madman the entire time about how much I'm going to kill him when I catch him. I doubt he understands how real my threats are because all he does is laugh and sing "Shouyou and Tobio sitting in a tree" between breaths, the rhythm uneven and bouncy as he hops down each stair.

I'm dripping sweat when I reach the bottom and he's already out the door. "Shit," I wheeze, bursting outside and realizing that I've already lost. Oikawa has a goddamn car and I had lost before this begun.

He rolls down the window as he starts the engine, sliding sunglasses on over his smug face and ignoring the sweat that beads down from his hairline. "Toodles, Tobio," he singsongs, waving before pulling away from the curb.

All I can do is stand doubled over on the curb and pant for breath, watching as he drives away, and seething. "I'm gonna fucking kill him I swear to god he's fucking dead," I say to myself, loud enough to catch the attention of adults and children passing me on the sidewalk. He turns the corner and I run back into the building, lungs burning and screaming against my ribs as I take the steps three at a time. This is more exercise than I've done since having to run a mile every two weeks in high school.

Without thinking I head back into Hinata's apartment and push the bathroom door open. He looks up with wide eyes as he finishes tying a towel around his waist, startled at the sudden intrusion and probably worried about why I look like a big red heaving sweaty mess.

"Kage-,"

"We have to leave," I interrupt. We don't have time for this. We don't even have time for me to pay attention to the fact that he's only wearing a towel (another thing I'm going to think about while punching Oikawa in his stupid goddamn face).

"Hey, breathe for a second. What are you talking about?" He asks, taking his hands off of his towel which luckily (unluckily?) holds its place on his narrow hips.

I take one deep breath, my lungs singing at the entrance of oxygen, before launching into my story. "I ran into Oikawa in the hallway and he's on his way to Suga's and I tried to catch him but he has a car and he's gonna tell Suga and then Suga's gonna come here and nag me and I'm gonna fucking kill Oikawa but right now we have to get out of here. Let's go to Osaka and start a new life where no one knows us and-,"

He cuts me off by standing on his tiptoes to put his hand over my mouth. It's warm, still wet from the shower and smelling like soap. He gives me a pointed look as if to say "are you going to stay quiet?" To which I nod before he steps back.

"I have no idea what you're saying when you talk that fast," he signs, concern still in his eyes but overshadowed by amusement. Why is he amused? This is extremely serious. "Try again. Slower this time."

"I ran into Oikawa in the hall and he's running to tell Suga and I think we should leave town forever," I tell him, being careful to articulate every word so I won't have to repeat myself again.

"Kageyma we aren't leaving town so you can get out of talking to Suga," he laughs, pausing his sentence to readjust his towel that was starting to slip. "You just need to calm down."

He's right, of course, and I hate that. I already had Suga for that and now I have two know-it-alls that I'll never get rid of. Not that I want to. "But what are we going to tell him?" I ask, letting my shoulders slump.

He thinks for a minute before shooting me a soft smile. "Why don't you jump in the shower because now you're extra gross and then we'll talk about it? We can even leave if you want to. Not to Osaka, but maybe to somewhere that serves lunch. Okay?"

I drag one hand down my face but it just slides against my sweat slick skin and I nod. "Yeah, alright." He grabs his clothes and heads into his room as I collect my suitcase from the front door and step back into the bathroom.

Talk about what? About us or about what kind of excuse we're going to make up? I try to let the hot water calm me, and my muscles start to relax, but my mind still races.

I have so many questions, but only one certainty sits in my head. Oikawa Tooru is fucking dead to me.

***

It occurs to me halfway to the cafe, with Hinata bouncing along beside me seemingly unperturbed, that I'm an idiot. Not for the normal reasons, which are definitely still relevant, but for something else entirely. I could have avoided this entire situation if I hadn't panicked. I could've told Oikawa any number of lies and he'd have no choice but to believe me.

"Hey we just got home and I carried Hinata's bag in for him."

"I just stepped in to grab something I forgot here last week."

"Hinata wanted to show me some huge spider in his kitchen and it was disgusting so I was just on my way out."

All good enough excuses that I could've used to at least pretend nothing was going on. Now everyone is going to squeeze information out of us that we don't even have.

Hinata pushes my shoulder lightly with his fist and I turn to see him looking up at me, a mix of worry and amusement on his face. "You're going to get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that," he signs, and I frown harder in retaliation.

"I have to brood," I tell him, shoving my hands in my sweater pockets with precise petulance. "If don't all of my hate builds up and gives me a stomachache."

"Have it your way," he shrugs, smirking above his hands. "But you should know that I'm only here for your looks. As soon as those are gone I'm out of here."

"Then you're definitely on the losing end of this situation," I chuckle, feeling slightly better. Still filled with rage of course, just pushing it back until I have something (Oikawa's face) to direct it towards.

"I wouldn't be too sure," he smiles, reaching down to grab my hand after he finishes talking. My cheeks burn as he threads his fingers with mine, ignoring the looks from passerby whether judging or kind, and my heart quickens its pace. I want to say something back, something sweet or romantic (yeah right, that would take a miracle), but he faces forward again and I let it go.

We sit at the usual table when we reach the cafe, both of us ordering the biggest sandwich on the menu. I didn't realize I was so hungry until we sat down and my stomach started to growl violently at the familiar smell of coffee and pastries.

The air is stiff as I try to figure out what I want to say, but Hinata just stares out the window. I don't see how he can be so calm, which only makes me start to believe that I'm freaking out for no reason, which obviously makes me freak out more. I tap on the table to get his attention, losing my train of thought as he turns to me with the clear afternoon sky reflecting in his eyes.

"So, uh," I mutter, trying to concentrate on the reason we came here.

"So?" He cocks his head to the side, which just muddles my head even more. I shake it to clear my thoughts, ignoring the way he blows air through his nose as light laughter.

"So," I continue, looking up to meet his eyes again and steeling myself to stay on topic. "What are we going to tell Suga and the others?"

"About what?"

"About us."

"What about us?" I can tell he's trying hard not to laugh, and I'd be annoyed if I didn't want to grab his stupid face and kiss it so badly. How can he look so good even when he's being so annoying?

"About what we are," I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. I already want to go back to bed.

"What are we?" He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back his playful smile but I can see right through it.

"Oh my god, Hinata," I whine, smacking myself on the forehead and probably leaving a mark. "You've gotta help me out here! I've never done this before and I'm kind of losing my mind."

The tall blond barista I've seen here a few times brings our sandwiches to the table, a scowl not unlike mine painted on his features. Hinata immediately shoves half of the sandwich in his mouth, biting off a chunk bigger than humanly possible and filling his cheeks like a hamster. I poke at the bread with my fingertips, my stomach doing flips and not sure if I'm still hungry.

"Done what?" He asks, and I barely catch the movement out of my peripheral vision, looking up just in time to catch his words. "Dated?"

My cheeks flare up again and I'm starting to think this is a real problem I need to get under control. "Well, yeah," I answer, almost whispering as I look up at him, wondering if he thinks that's pathetic. "Have you?"

He thinks for a minute, chewing his sandwich slowly, making my mind race even more. Oh god, how many were there? Is he some sort of pro at this already? "Does Kenma count?" He asks, turning back to me and signing before picking up his sandwich for another bite.

"You dated Kenma!?" A few people turn in their seats to look at me, wondering where the outburst came from. I sink lower in my seat and Hinata just laughs.

"For like a week back in high school," he tells me, waving it off like its nothing. "Then we realized it was silly and went back to being friends."

I drop my head onto the table with a loud smack and a groan. This is so much harder than I thought it would be. I just can't bring myself to get my shit together and ask him a clear question.

He's still looking at me when I sit back up, an odd look to his eyes as he pops the last bite of sandwich in his mouth. I drop my chin onto my hand and he sighs, shaking his head as if he's a mother and I'm his petulant child he doesn't know what to do with. "You don't have to keep skirting around it you know. Just go ahead and say it."

"Say what?" I ask, and now I'm the one keeping the conversation from progressing. We've accomplished literally nothing since we got here.

"Boyfriend," he says out loud, wiggling his eyebrows and dragging out the 'oi' sound.

"Oh god," I grimace, running one hand down my burning face. This relationship only has room for one child and I've already filled that role. "Fine, fine," I say, gritting my teeth and trying to keep my eyes from nervously darting away. "Are you...are we...dating?"

"Are we what?" He asks, mockingly cupping a hand to his ear and trying to hold back his smug smile.

"Boyfriends," I growl, glaring at him across the table but I doubt it carries the weight I mean it to.

"Well I sure hope so," he winks, and I want to punch him and kiss him at the same time again. It's a very conflicting emotion. "I don't let just anyone see me in a towel."

"That's it. I'm breaking up with you," I say, grabbing my sandwich and taking a bite to cover up the way my cheeks start to stretch. I can't let him win like this.

"Wow, we lasted less than a minute," he signs, shaking his head in mock pity. "What a shame."

I try to glare at him but I just start laughing, unable to hold it in. I let go, wrapping one arm around my middle and just letting it happen because I'm dating Hinata Shouyou. I can honestly say I never thought this would happen, and actually having it be official, having it be real, is like nothing I've ever felt before. The air in my lungs feels free as it escapes, mingling in the air with the sounds that are now coming from Hinata. I've never been this happy.

Hinata stops laughing and I look up, watching through my teary eyes as his face goes oddly serious. "Incoming," he mutters, and I turn to see Suga walking toward us.

"Oh god here it comes," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as I send a silent prayer to any entity that exists to let this go well or to at least strike me with lightening. I always figured that would be a really cool and painless way to go.

"I knew I'd find you here," he huffs, sliding onto the bench seat beside Hinata without a thought. "Hey Hinata," he smiles before turning to me, his smile immediately dropping, "why haven't you answered your phone?"

"I must've left it at home," I shrug, taking another bite of sandwich and hoping that will keep him from asking any more questions.

"You know I hate it when you do that, Kageyama," he chides, and I roll my eyes. "It makes me worry. I had to hear from Oikawa that you were home! And then I got to your place and you weren't there and you know how I panic," he sighs. I continue chewing my sandwich slowly, glancing at Hinata as we wait for the shoe to drop. "Anyway, I came to talk to you because of Oikawa."

There it is.

Hinata looks away from Suga's face and turns to me, eyes wide as he waits for my response. I shoot him my best "what do we do?" look, and he gestures to me with one hand, leaving the decision up to me. Might as well get this over with.

"Look, Suga, we haven't told anyone yet. Hell we just talked about it ourselves," I start, Hinata giving me an encouraging thumbs up from beside Suga.

"Talked about what? Wait, what are you talking about?" Suga looks at me questioningly, and I start to think we aren't exactly on the same page.

"What are you talking about?" I return.

"I came here because, wait, who talked about what? You and Hinata?" He turns to Hinata who just shrugs, eyes wide as he tries to follow what we're saying.

"Yeah. You came here because Oikawa ran and told you we were dating, right?" I realize the moment it leaves my mouth and Suga's eyes blow wider than I've ever seen them that I've made a mistake.

"What!? You're DATING?"

"Did...did Oikawa not tell you that?" I mumble, mentally kicking myself so hard I can actually feel my own imaginary shoe hitting my ass.

"No! He told me you looked upset when you came home and wanted to talk to me. But dating!? That's wonderful!" He turns back to Hinata who still has a confused look on his face and hugs him tightly, bright hair mixing with fiery ginger as he squeezes him.

"That goddamn bastard," I growl, sitting up straighter and leaning forward on my elbows, burying my face in my hands. "I can't believe this. He fucking set me up."