~15~

                                    

                                          


                          
~Hinata~
                          
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sun already peeking through the curtains. Damn, how long did I sleep in for? It's getting close to winter now so I usually wake up before the sun comes up. What's the time? 10am maybe? Shit... I don't have practice today, right? No, if I had practice Kindaichi would've woken me up. He's not a complete asshole like that. At least, I hope he's not. If I skipped practice because I overslept, coach would kick the crap out of me.
                          
God, what day even is it? My head's killing me... Oh, the party was last night, right? Am I hung over? Jesus, how much did I drink?... I feel awful. Maybe I should go back to sleep; the sun is hurting my head. I look away from the window and realise that I'm holding onto someone... Oh my god, did I force Kindaichi to stay with me while I slept? That's so embarrassing! I let go and shuffle away from him, rolling onto my other side so I don't have to look at him. He's never going to let me live that down.
                          
"So you're finally awake, huh?" I freeze. That's definitely not Kindaichi's voice. Is that-... it sounds like Tsukishima but it's not him, right? It can't be him! There's no god damn way! Did I even see him last night? He said he was going to the party but I don't actually remember seeing him.
                          
That's when it all comes flooding back to me - what happened with that guy and... wow, Tsukki really saved my ass back there, huh. And that means I'm in his room right now, right? Oh Jesus, this isn't good. This really isn't good. "...yeah, I'm awake." Just make conversation and pray. That's the plan.
                          
"And you're not crying anymore? Thank god." He chuckles slightly, almost as if he feels really awkward right now and, to be honest, I do not blame him one bit. This is not a good situation to be in man. I hate it here.
                          
"Yeah, sorry about that." I shrug, trying my best to act natural. Just make conversation and pray, remember? "It's really not my fault that I'm a sad drunk." Technically that statement isn't incorrect. It's not my fault that I'm a sad drunk, that's just bad luck on the end of whatever god had the misfortune of creating me. Not that I believe in god. It just seemed like a good phrase to use, don't judge me too hard.
                          
"Eh, somewhere along the line it probably is your fault." He shrugs. Well that's rude. I don't think it's my fault. It's better than being an angry drunk like stupid Kageyama who likes to scream his head off at me when he's drunk. God, it's so annoying! "But hey, what can you do..." He sighs. "You didn't have practice today, right?"
                          
You know what Tsukishima, that's a really good question. "I'm not sure man, I don't even know what day it is..." I really should stop drinking so much, huh. "But hey, I'll have missed it by now anyway so, if it was on today, I'll be taking the beating from coach either way. I'd rather postpone it for a few days." I laugh nervously. He looks at me like I'm being serious. Jeez, he's dense. Can't even take a joke apparently. "I was kidding, nimrod. He doesn't actually beat us."
                          
"Pfft, yeah I knew that." He scoffs a little and looks away from me. Yeah, he totally didn't know that. "Well, seeing as you're awake and not feeling too bad, I think it's time for you to leave." Aww already? I just woke up though.
                          
"Eh, fair enough." I basically roll off the bed and stand up. "I'll see you around, yeah? Next time we're in class?"
                          
He nods. "Yeah, sounds cool. I'll see you then."
                          
As I'm turning to go, I think of something else. "Unless..." I turn to face him again. "Unless you're down to go and grab a coffee sometime? I'd pay, you know, as a thanks for helping me out last night." He thinks about it for a second and nods, shrugs and mumbles a quick why not. I smile. "Great! It's a date."

                          
He fake gags. "No, no it's not. It's a friendly hangout."
                          
"Haha...yeah." I laugh nervously. "My bad." And with that I left, before I could let anything else like that slip and make this all even more awkward than it already is. But hey, we're going on a cough friendly hangout at some point. Not sure when but we can text each other and figure out the details or discuss it after class. I don't know, the point is that it's happening. Does that mean that we're on good terms again? Huh, ok. I mean, it's a step in the right direction. Maybe I can finally fix things.