Kageyama (pt32)

                                    

                                          
Soon enough we arrived at Isayama's house. I was about to thank Javier for the ride when I remembered, he was meant to be taking us to the party... not to Isa's place. 
                          
I almost asked why we were here, but then I put two and two together as I took off Javier's helmet. 
                          
Isayama was hosting the party which he disguised as project work in order to get us to come. Clever. But I'd rather be at home with Javier, eating Chinese food, just as we were mere minutes ago.
                          
Javier rung the doorbell and almost instantly, it swung open with Kuroo from Nekoma and Isayama standing there, gaping at us drunkenly like children. Kuroo came all the way from Tokyo?
                          
"He actually came!!!!! I told you my group project plan would be the victor of plans!" Isa hooted.
"The Kkingggg, of the courttt felll fffor, the trappp!" Kuroo giggled, slightly slurring his words, causing Isayama to also collapse into fits of giggles. "King of the court?" Javier raised his eyebrow at me, causing me to roll my eyes.
                          
I placed the helmet that was in my hand by the storage cupboard in Isayama's house, then picked Javier's out of his hands too, putting it aside which only caused Kuroo to go wide eyed and pick it right back up.
                          
"Wowwwww! I wanna be a motorcycle riderrrrr! Where is it? Lemme see!" He exclaimed, putting the helmet on his head before sticking both arms out, zombie style as he began to whack anyone within a 2-meter radius.
                          
"Kuroo get that off... who's is it?" a familiar voice spoke, causing me to tense up immediately. 
                          
My eyes shot in the direction of the voice and without mistake, it was Tsukishima. 
Kuroo took the helmet off, pouting as he gave it to Tsukishima. Then he pointed at Javier and skipped off elsewhere. 
                          
I watched as Tsukishima's eyes scanned Javier before he met my gaze. My body went stiff and my breath hitched despite the fact that he simply just looked at me. 
                          
Javier must have caught on, as he retrieved the helmet from Tsukishima, giving a slight nod before he slipped his hand around my waist and led us further into the house. 
                          
As soon as he held me I felt calmer, safer- yet I still craved the electric feeling that prickled my skin when Tsukishima held me.
                          
Letting out a slight sigh, Javier tightened his hand around me and sat me down in a slightly quieter place of the house. He ran a hand through his hair as he watched me silently.
                          
"Do you want me to get drinks or anything?" I asked, due to the fact that he was just sitting beside me, staring in silence.
"I'm driving. That would be a bad idea." he responded plainly.
"True." I nodded. 
                          
For some reason, it had become awkward between Javier and I. It was almost as if we had just met all over again, him being reserved and me being clueless. He had an irritated look on his face, and his hands naturally clenched into fists.
                          
"What?" I asked.
"That was the guy you were talking about." he responded.
"Huh?"
                          
"The one who used you, yet you look at him like that."
"Like what?"
"Don't act clueless Tobio... you still want him don't you?" he asked, in a sour manner.
                          
I was silent for a moment. 
What does want him even mean?
Want a relationship? Want sex? It's too broad to pinpoint the definition of wanting.
                          
"So you do.." Javier answered his own question, with a slight frown on his face.
"What does it matter?" I asked, it's not like I have a chance anyway.
Javier just sighed, beginning to fiddle with the rings on his fingers.
                          
It was silent between the two of us for a while so I decided to get up and get a drink. Just because Javier couldn't drink, didn't mean that I couldn't.
                          
I got up, without a word, and began to walk towards Isayama's kitchen. 
I saw Kozume with Hinata, both laughing as the red-haired boy coughed vigorously after drinking a pure vodka shot. 
They both looked so happy, I didn't know Kozume was such a party person.
                          
"Kageyama! Hi!" the shorter boy smiled at me before taking a large gulp of water, porbably to cleanse his throat.
"Hi." I nodded to him, before catching a glimpse of the Nekoma boy staring daggers at me from beside him.
I grabbed a red cup and poured some random liquor into it before beginning to return to where I was sat with Javier.
                          
Walking over, I bumped into the back of Tsukishima and quickly turned the other direction to avoid any sort of conversation with him.
"Oi." he spoke, without properly facing me
"Sorry." I responded quietly, praying he wouldn't realise who just bumped into him.
                          
As if the devil heard my prayers, the blonde boy turned around to face me. 
Please go away, I don't really want to talk to you.
                          
"King." he spoke.
                          
"Glasses." 
                          
"Who was that boy with you? Your boyfriend?" Tsukishima asked, getting straight to the point.
                          
"N- no. Just a friend." I responded quickly. 
Please go away.
"Tch. He doesn't act like just a friend." the blonde speculated.
"And why does that matter to you?" I spoke, gripping the cup in my hand. 
                          
He paused for a moment before opening his mouth to respond when Javier came up behind him and stood next to me. "Everything good here?" he asked.
                          
"I was just leaving." Tsukishima said plainly, walking away from the two of us.
                          
I turned to Javier, "Thankyou."
"It's cool." he replied casually, but I could tell that he was annoyed.
"I'm sorry." I said, genuinely.
"For what?"
"I know you don't like him and wouldn't want me talking to him and stuff."
                          
"It's your choice who you talk to, you just looked uncomfortable, so I figured that I should come over." he shrugged.
                          
"Thankyou. You're a good friend." I sighed in relief, hugging him.
                          
He must of been a bit shocked by the random act of affection because it took him a moment before returning the hug.
"Yeah." he whispered, patting my back, "I try."