I have made a lot of stupid decisions in my life.

I won't talk about the givens; pretending to like spiders when we visited the arachnid exhibit at the zoo, hiding my mother's broken vase under the bathroom mat, thinking it would be a good idea to keep a lizard as a pet in my schoolbag. Give me a break; I was nine.

Or even mistakes like getting a big head throughout junior high, ordering around my teammates when I wasn't even the captain, punching that one guy in the nose in the middle of a match because he said I wasn't good enough to be a setter.

I mean, we all make mistakes. It's a part of being human. I usually learn to forgive myself, or others, for the mistakes that have been made, and move on with my life. However, I don't see any time in the future, near or far, where I will be able to forgive myself for this. Because this didn't just start as a bad idea and grow to be something I might be able to laugh about in the future.

No. This is pure torture.

I've done some pretty horrible things (I slept with Oikawa for Christ's sake), but I don't think anything I've done could warrant a punishment as draining as having to sit through one hundred and sixty-five minutes (that's what the website says but I call bullshit) of this goddamn, awful movie. I just finished fishing out the movie stub from my pocket. It still had an hour to go. I had already been sitting here for two and the most interesting thing that had happened was the generic Pillow Talk add they had showed at the start before the trailers; and they showed that add before every movie.

I ground my teeth together as I shoved the stub back into my pocket, glaring at the screen, wishing the film-reel would catch fire and I'd be set free. Then again, everything was digital now. The only way this movie would end now is if I physically went into the back room, tied up the student working there and shot the projector. Though if this movie was as bad as I was playing it up to be in my head, I'm pretty sure the student would just hand me the gun.

"Woa! That was so cool! Did you see that, Kageyama!? Did you? These effects are amazing!"

At least someone was having a good time.

In hindsight, I suppose that's all that really mattered. This was our first date. Hinata hadn't mentioned anything about it being a date, I hadn't had the guts to, but when two people were supposed to be dating and they headed into a movie where one person payed for tickets and the other payed for popcorn and beverages, I could only assume I was allowed to call it a date. At least the snacks were good.

Something exploded (again) on the screen, but even the sight of a flaming ball melting metal into nothing could cure my boredom; it wasn't exciting when I had already seen it more times than I could count in the past hour alone. I let out a sigh as the girl on screen screamed (again) at the sight of the ground far below her, cheering the dad on as he yelled at her to get her butt moving when she refused to move. I cackled to myself. Hinata turned to me, raising an eyebrow.

"Serves her right," I could only mutter to him.

"She's scared!" he hissed back to me. "He should be patient with her."

"Because that's going to get them somewhere," I muttered sarcastically. I bit my lip, realising what I was doing, and tried again. "I guess I can see where you're coming from though. Yelling never helped me get anywhere in life."

Hard fact, but true. Hinata's golden hues reflected the further explosions of the screen, making them sparkle in the dark. I turned away quickly, unable to look at them too long before wanting to start reciting sonnets to him.

I didn't even know any sonnets.

Picking up my drink and taking a long sip, I tried to search for any good points about this movie. I should at least try to see what Hinata liked about it so much.

"I also think she's hot."

I spat out my coke at that. Lucky there was no one sitting in front of me. Coughing and spluttering carbonated sugar out of my throat, I turned to glare at Hinata while wiping the substance from around my mouth.

"If- if you say so. I can see her various…charms." And 'charms' was all she had going for her. My neck started to burn in rage. Since when did Hinata think anyone was 'hot', let alone some bimbo from a horrible movie?

Hinata shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth before turning back to the screen. He slouched while he continued to watch. I set my drink down, unable to stomach anything now that Hinata had made his attraction towards the main 'heroin' known. I took another look, attempting to see what he saw in her. I didn't. Granted, I'm sure it wasn't the actress' fault. She was only playing the sorry excuse for a character that she had been assigned.

No. I didn't see it at all. I'd rather go for the chick's boyfriend. He drove race cars for a living; who wouldn't tap that?

Two of the robotic heroes had stolen a space ship from the robotic enemies and were now in pursuit of the human heroes, flying towards them in hopes of stopping them from falling to their impending doom. Watching the robots catch them like that, with all that glass and metal flying everywhere, I don't think it really would have helped matters if this movie was trying be realistic.

"Wow!" Hinata's gasp captured my attention again. "Imagine doing that in real life! How fun would that be?!"

He was stupid, but he wasn't that stupid. He had to know that he would've turned into a human glass piñata if that had been real? Right? I took a deep sigh, nodding my agreement. This only earned me a glower in return.

"What?" I hissed. "I'm agreeing with you."

Hinata continued to stare at me in the dark. His big, beautiful eyes were just looking at me. I wasn't sure if he was trying to start a moment or if he was questioning whether I had been lying or not; either way, it was unnerving me. I tried to turn away, but I could still feel his eyes on my face, which made me turn towards him again. I made eye contact with him, setting my own glare upon my face, trying to freak him out in return.

"You're bored," he whispered to me. I scowled at the popcorn in his lap, breaking the eye contact we had made in favour of being able to lie.

"No, I'm not! This was your suggestion! Of course I'm not bored!"

"You know; just because we're dating, doesn't mean you have to agree to every single thing I say or want."

That struck a chord in me.

Because yes; I had been subconsciously giving Hinata everything he wanted. It was more than my need to make a good impression, or my need to show him that I was interesting enough to date; far more interesting than any of the other dumb sluts who had broken his heart. It was just a need I had to prove that my original suggestion wasn't a dumb idea. We were worth trying for. That's what I was trying to prove.

Though, what was the point of that if I wasn't enjoying our time together? Because Hinata was right; no amount of explosions and amazing robot transformations could make this a good movie. I should've known that walking in. To be honest, suggesting this movie in the first place must have been Hinata's final test; if we hadn't been starting to date, there was no way in hell I would have ever said yes to going to see the fourth Transformers movie when he had heard me complain enough how shit the last two were.

"This movie sucks balls."

Hinata erupted into a fit of giggles that slowly grew to a raucous and loud laughter. It was fun watching him try to keep quiet while at the same time trying to get copious amounts of oxygen to his brain. Everyone in the cinema turned to glare at him, and I could only grab his hair and pull him to my chest, trying to muffle him while at the same time trying to keep my own laughter contained. It didn't work. We only laughed louder and louder, Hinata clutching to my chest, tears forming in the corners of his eyes and leaking onto my jumper. Eventually, we were asked to leave. I could only mutter a 'thank God' as we exited the cinema.

After raiding the candy bar and stocking up on junk food for the night, we both headed to my place to finish our end of semester tradition. The walk back was filled with bickering over which packets of death to open first. I was hell-bent on opening the gummi bears but Hinata really wanted to start on the sour worms. I told him we had it his way last time, it was my turn to be in charge of candy distribution. Hinata pouted and finally conceded, telling me it was an apology for dragging me to that shit excuse of a movie.

Despite the stiff air as our argument ended, I couldn't help the wide grin that spread over my face. This was familiar. This was right. This is what I had wanted. A relationship that was perfect, where we agreed on everything and never argued, were always able to compromise and never faced any struggles, I saw no excitement in that, and frankly, it just wasn't us. If we never fought again, I know I'd miss it all too soon. Hinata and I had been fighting since the day we met, and that didn't stop even as our friendship grew stronger. Why should our romantic relationship be any different?

"You know he called last night," Hinata told me as I unlocked my apartment door. It took me a moment before I figured out who he was talking about. I froze at the thought of that bastard daring to address Hinata after what he did, and after such a long time apart. Once inside, I shoved the bags of food onto the coffee table before turning to Hinata, a sour expression on my face, not even bothering to hide my distaste.

"What did he want?" I asked, my words strained and quiet. Hinata was calm though, and that's what changed my seething rage into a quiet fear.

"He told me he had made a mistake. He wanted to try again."

If this had happened last night, and Hinata had agreed to go out with me only a few hours ago, did this have something to do with his sudden enthusiasm for the idea? I didn't want to think about it, honestly. I just wanted to sit down and enjoy my freedom on rainbow road with bananas being thrown at me on every turn.

"What did you say?" was all I could ask. Hinata finally broke our eye contact, looking at the ground, his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

"Would you be mad at me if I said I had been waiting for it?"

Yes.

"No." I was mad, but not at him.

No one likes change, whether it's good or bad. So Hinata wanting a phone call that would put everything back into a familiar and comforting place was only natural.

What I was mad at was that I may have missed out. Again.

"It's not like I was lying when I said I wanted to give us a try," Hinata continued, his ears turning a similar shade to that of his hair as he forced out his words. "But I was still subconsciously waiting for him to call so we could start again. I missed him."

I tried to remain calm, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

"So when he did call, it was weird, because I didn't want him to call. It's like, as soon as I got what I want, I found it wasn't what I wanted at all. It felt good though. Being able to tell him 'no'. Then he got all on my case about I should give us another try and not give up so easily, and when I kept telling him I didn't want to give him another chance, he was all like 'It's 'cause there's somebody else! Isn't there?'."

Hinata's eyes were back on me, a smile spread across his lips as he proudly told me he had basically told his ex to get fucked. There was a smile twitching at my own lips too.

"What did you say to that?" Because I was deathly curious. Hinata went back to fidgeting before walking closer, now barely a foot's width away from me. I had to crane my neck as I tried to see his expression. He was still so short.

"I said there might be."

If my cheeks were red it was because my apartment had been shut up all day and the sun had caused it get really stuffy in here, not because Hinata was carefully clutching the sleeve of my jacket. If my hands were shaking as I broke open the packet of sour worms, it was because the coke and popcorn at the movies hadn't done a sufficient job of rejuvenating me after my exam, not because this was becoming very real very fast. If I lost fifteen times in a row on Maria Kart, it's because Hinata just seemed to be able to get all the luck this time, not because I kept getting distracted by the bundle of joy currently sitting so close to me on the couch, the length of his thigh squished against mine, his shoulder continuing to brush against me as he manoeuvred around my kart and across the finish line once again.

"Geez! That exam fried whatever was left of your brain! You're no fun to race anymore!" Hinata whined, taking the liberty of taking the disc out of the console and jamming in another. I hissed at him, but let him play his way through Twilight Princess while I watched, telling him where to go and giving him clues as to how to beat the different puzzles. Hinata had never been good at these kinds of games, but loved them too much to not play them.

It was one in the morning when our sugar stash ran out and we both felt the need for something that would settle our stomachs. Grabbing my keys and my wallet, we made the walk to the convenient store around the corner. Of course, our stomachs would never forgive us as we found the pop tarts on sale and the frozen cokes being sold two for one. Hinata said we may as well fill up on chocolate and packets of chips while were there so we wouldn't have to make another trip tomorrow. I agreed.

"I feel sick!" Hinata exclaimed, spread out on my floor like a starfish, a half-finished packet of sour worms lying next to his head. Despite his proclamation, it didn't stop him from shoving another two into his mouth.

I could only groan in response from my place on the couch, fighting my aching head in order to finish the chocolate cookie in my hand, not wanting to waste it.

"I think it was that last pringle blitzer that slayed me," my voice was dry as I spoke, the cookie barely going down my throat. "Mixing frozen coke and crushed pringles? You have stupid ideas, Hinata."

"It was your fault for going in for a third one! I admire your tenacity though; I could only handle one of them!"

"Yes, but let's not forget your ability to swallow two entire bags of popcorn. Large. Extra salt. Extra butter. You're going to be feeling that one tomorrow."

"I still have kernels in my teeth but I stay by my decision!"

"You also licked both bags clean."

Silence.

"That part I regret."

We both let out simultaneous groans, silently promising never to eat this much junk in a short amount of time again, though also knowing we'd be back in these positions next time semester ended. I glanced at the T.V. The DVD menu continued to play and flash over and over again. I had suggested watching The Ring II to try and take our minds off eating, but not only had I had enough of shit movies for a month, Hinata had started scoffing down his second bag of popcorn before I could press play. As a natural born challenge taker, I decided to go in for my third cup of frozen coke and pringle mixture.

We were both idiots. I'm sure as hell glad we were friends at times like this.

Soft snoring caught my attention. I raised my head, whimpering at the sloshing feeling in my brain, and looked over at Hinata, whose chest was slowly rising and falling, a sour worm caught between his lips. I sighed, throwing a spare pillow at him. The worm fell to the floor as he coughed himself awake.

"Don't sleep there, moron!" I scolded, pushing myself up so I could go put clean sheets on the bed and we could get to work sleeping off our sugar hangovers.

"Why not?" he whined. "It's good for my back!"

"You'll get a headache," I reminded him. "Help me make my bed so we can go to sleep."

"I don't wanna!" Hinata whined in true Hinata style, rolling over onto his side and curling into a ball. I was about to step on his head, but I realised his back was making the same calming movements it had been making a moment ago. How could anyone fall asleep that fast? I decided to let him sleep in the middle of my living room.

The sheets didn't sit straight and I'm pretty sure I had placed the duvet on backwards but at this point, I honestly didn't care. The entirety of the semester was now crashing down on me, the adrenaline of finishing burnt out due to all the sugar I consumed. I was exhausted and ready to go into post-semester hibernation.

I stripped and changed into loose pants before heading to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I saw Hinata in my bathroom mirror, wandering into my room and flopping onto the bed. I rolled my eyes and spat.

Just as I was coating my face in cool water, something occurred to me I should have thought of before; our sleeping arrangements. Whenever Hinata slept over at my apartment, we always just shared my bed. It was large and roomy and I had never seen the need to buy a futon because he was the only person that I allowed to stay the night in my apartment. I just made sure the sheets had been changed since the last time I had had someone 'special' over, and lent him a pair of shorts and an old shirt for him to use as pyjamas when he forgot his own.

I then remembered that I always looked forward to these nights, because it provided me with an opportunity I didn't think I would ever get otherwise. Hinata is a cuddler. He starts out on his side of the bed just fine, and sometimes I even lie awake, waiting for him to move, though he never does before I either give up and go to sleep myself or fall asleep anyway. When I do stir in the morning though, every time, without fail, Hinata is pressed to my chest, arms woven around my waist, fuzzy hair tickling my chin with his nose pressed into my collarbone.

I had looked forward to those mornings again and again over the years. I treasured those moments, pretending that Hinata was mine, that holding him was something I could do whenever but chose to do it then because he had wanted it also. I pretended like Hinata would wake up, blink the sleep from his eyes, look up and realise it was me who was holding him. He'd slowly smile, stretch his neck to kiss my lips, and then probably roll over so I could spoon him from behind while we slept in.

I had wanted it so badly. Had craved it to the point where I begged, pleaded, for Hinata never to wake up so I would never have to let him go. Now that I would have that opportunity, I felt sick to my stomach. Hinata was already asleep, again, covers pulled up over his chin and his cheeks flushed from having eaten so much. His eyebrows furrowed as he fought his stomach pains in his sleep, his ginger hair a sorry contrast to my black sheets, reminding me of our old Karasuno volleyball club uniforms we wore during matches.

I had a choice. I could sleep in my bed and when morning came, hold Hinata like I had always did, and wait for him to wake up to see how awkward it would be to wake and realise he had been very intimate with someone he was supposed to be intimate with. It was fine when we had been just friends and he could whine about his sleeping habits and apologise before shuffling over to his side of the bed, shivering at the cold that had seeped into them during his absence. Now that we were going out, I didn't want him to wake up and feel obliged to stay in my arms if he thought it was too soon. I didn't want to force him into anything he wasn't ready for.

I sighed deeply, taking one last longing look at Hinata curled up in my bed before tugging a spare blanket from the cupboard and heading for the living room, silently shutting my bedroom door as I did. The couch wasn't uncomfortable; I had fallen asleep on it many a time while trying to keep awake during long study periods, though right now, it didn't look appealing at all. Still, I set up the pillow and blankets how I liked them and crashed into the softness with a sigh, at least thankful I would be able to sleep now.

"Oi! Oi!"

Something was poking my face.

"Wake up!"

Something was yelling in my ear.

"I want breakfast and you have nothing but the remains of our frozen cokes!"

I opened my eyes, glaring at the offender, only to be met with honey coloured irises and a messy bout of matching coloured hair. I grumbled at him, sitting up and rubbing the sleep dust from my eyes.

"You could go to the store and get something yourself, you know," I said, knowing full-well that would never happen.

"Fuck that! I always buy the wrong brands and then you yell at me for getting 'brand-named flour'. Like there is such a thing!"

I hissed at him, grabbing my pillow and swinging it at his head.

"Shut up, idiot Hinata!" I ordered. I went for another swing, but Hinata was ready, catching it and yanking it from my grip. He raised it above his head and brought it down on my head like a lumberjack brought an axe down upon wood. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him onto my lap, wrapping an arm around his neck and rubbing my knuckles into his hair.

"Guh! Kageyama! Let me go! Leggo! Leggo!"

He struggled fruitlessly against my hold, scratching at my forearm and trying to escape from my grip while I cackled evilly into his ear.

"Say it!" I demanded.

"Never!"

"Then I hope you like bald spots 'cause that's exactly what you're gonna get!" I rubbed harder. He struggled quicker. I laughed louder.

Leave it to Hinata to decide the best way of getting out of such a situation was turning his head and sinking his teeth into my neck. I couldn't help the yelp that passed my lips, letting him go immediately. He fell to the floor with a thump, glaring up at me while I rubbed the bruise forming on my neck. He had surprised me, but not enough to make me stop draping torso over his shoulders and letting my entire weight rest on him until he was bent over and his nose was touching the floor.

"How are you so fat!?" he exclaimed.

It took a great deal of exertion on his part before he finally managed to crawl out from under me, huffing and panting as he crawled to the safety of the other side of the room. I finally stood up, stretching my aching shoulders and smirked at his fearful expression.

"Say it!" I demanded again.

"Fine! You win! One thousand, three hundred and sixty-eight to one thousand, three hundred and sixty-six." I grinned at my new victory. "Don't get cocky though! I'm still going to beat you!"

"I'll believe it when I see it."

Silence fell on us. Hinata was playing with the hem of his shorts, which he hadn't bothered changing since yesterday.

"Why did you sleep on the couch?" he asked. He stood up off the floor, heading for the kitchen again in hopes of finding something to eat despite knowing I really did have nothing but melted cokes.

I was busy picking up the pillow and folding up the blanket when he asked me. My hands tightened in the cotton, my knuckles turning white. Hinata would understand if I told him the truth, but I had a sinking feeling that it would only make it awkward for us, considering my reason behind it. Though I didn't want Hinata to feel like he couldn't be close to me if he felt like it, but also I wanted him to know that he had every choice to stay away from me. It was a tricky balance and explaining it would be no picnic.

"Because, I actually felt like waking up without my ribs in my lungs for once," I jested, shoving the now folded blanket and pillow to one end of the couch and walking back into my room to change. Once again, no clean clothes. How did I run out so quickly? It felt like I had only gone to the laundry mat yesterday.

"You never seemed to mind before," I heard Hinata mutter. There was something in his tone of voice that made me feel slightly guilty. I walked back out into the living area, looking at him across the room and realising his shoulders were slumped and his expression was sombre. Shit.

"I don't mind," I amended. "I just.." My tongue caught in my throat. How the hell do I explain this?

"I thought I told you!" Hinata had his scolding face on now. I tried to keep a serious expression as he addressed me. His scolding face was not threatening nor was it built to make one feel guilty for their actions. It made me think of sad puppies and sneezing kittens. He should use it to plead his case when he wanted something; not to get angry at those who deserved it. "You don't have to treat me any differently just 'cause we're dating!"

I spluttered at that.

"I'm not!" Though I definitely was. I hadn't meant to be doing it either.

"You are! There's no way you would have slept on the couch before! If you wanted to sleep alone, you would've made me sleep on the couch!" Hinata's face was slowly growing a harsh shade of red as he got more and more frustrated with me. "What are you so afraid of? Do you think I'm going to back out if you touch me? Or disagree with me? Or treat me like normal? I already told you; I want to be with you! If I end up backing out, it'll be your fault for making it so fucking difficult to be in a relationship with you!"

Guilt wrapped itself around me like a wire, tearing at my skin in a way that didn't cause me direct pain until I saw the lines in my arms and the red along the thin string. It tightened itself until I was looking away from Hinata's anguished face, trying to think of something to say to that besides a singly 'sorry'. Then again, I had other reasons for treating Hinata as I did.

"Alright, I am treating you differently, and yes, it's because we're dating." As suspected, Hinata looked both hurt and angry, his face screwing up further and his ears turning a brighter shade of red. "It's called Special Treatment. Get used to it."

I swallowed whatever nerves I had lodged in the back of my throat, approaching Hinata with a wide pace until our chests were barely touching. I could see his neck quivering as he forced himself to look directly up at me. Our eyes met and I felt my stomach twist into knots.

"I like you, Hinata. More than a friend. More than a volleyball partner. You said you wanted to give us, together, a chance. So sorry, but things are going to change, and I am going to treat you differently, but don't ever think it's not because I want to." His expression softened, his demeanour relaxing. I daresay he even inched closer towards me. "I wanted to give you your space last night, so I took the couch and let you sleep in the bed. I didn't want you to wake up with your arms around me, like you always do, and feel obliged to stay there. I don't want us to dive into anything. I don't want to push you. I've been waiting a long time for this chance, so forgive me for not wanting to fuck it up royally. I'm not going anywhere though."

Hinata's lips were trembling; whether he was trying not to cry or trying not to smile, I couldn't tell.

"Then you need to know that neither am I. I've thought about it over and over again. I like the idea of us. I like the idea of being with someone who makes me comfortable. Who makes me laugh, who isn't afraid to show me their dark side. I want to be with someone I don't like all the time, because it'll make the moments I do like them that much more special. I want to be with someone who tosses to me. I want to be with you."

If there were tears in my eyes and a huge lump in my throat and butterflies sending my stomach into a frenzy, there was no way in hell I would admit that to him.

"Fine!" I finished. He glared at me. In one quick motion, he bent down and slammed his head into my stomach, effectively stealing my ability to breath and stand. I crouched to the floor, clutching my waist and coughing.

"Good!" He said, walking around me and into the bedroom. I was too busy trying to breathe again to bother wondering where he was going, before I heard the water in the pipes start to flow as the shower was turned on.

"Fuck no!" I was up in a matter of seconds, racing into the bathroom to shove him out of it before he could get completely naked and steal my shower. "I get to shower first! I was the one in a three hour exam yesterday!"

"That's your own fault for not showering last night! I'm gross! Let me go first!"

"No!" I slammed the door in his face. Fists banging on the wood made me lock the door as a precaution.

"What happened to 'special treatment'!?" he screeched at me.

"There's a line!" I screeched back.

I was smiling like a fool as I filled the tub and began to soak all my worries away, thankful I had left my iPod in here earlier so I could drown out the sound of Hinata bouncing one of my volleyballs against the door, probably dinting the wood and ruining the paint. I couldn't help the feeling coursing through my veins, making my fingers twitch and my mouth hurt as I continued to grin like I had just been told we'd be going to nationals once again. My heart was light in my chest, making it hard to breath in a glorious way. My head felt light, and not because of the steam rising up from the hot water.

"Bakagama!" I heard a sweet voice hiss maliciously.

It only made me smile harder.