Never Knew How Much I Need You

Sup, guys. Before we start, I'd like to thank those who commented on my latest post! So I'm willing to bet that if you're reading this, you read my other post. This is the EDITED version of my Kagehina, and it's also on Sweek.com, so go check that out! Now, onto the story!

Hinata's POV

We were less than a mile away from Nekoma High School, on our way to a practice match. Kageyama who was sitting next to me was saying something, though I was only half listening- I was more excited about finally getting to see Nekoma. Was it bigger than Karasuno? It probably was.

Suddenly I was jolted out of my thoughts when we either hit the world's smallest speed bump or there was something on the road that shouldn't have been. Me and Tanaka, who was right behind me, heard a high-pitched whistling sound. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵? I thought, peering out of the window to get a better view, but with no luck.

We found the nearest place between two buildings, just wide enough for the bus and the people in it to get out. The coach and Takeda were in the front, examining the damage, as smoke had also begun to pour from the engine. "This is no good," said coach Ukai, frowning. "Looks like we'll need to call a towing service or something. You kids," He said, looking at me and the rest of the team.

"Go with Specs. He'll guide you to Nekoma from here. Right, Specs?" "Wha- but- I-" Takeda started. Ukai sent him a death glare and he quickly nodded and turned to us. "Yes, like the coach said, we'll have to walk the rest of the way," Takeda told us. "Come on, it's not too far away anyway."

Whatever towing service Ukai called, I assumed that we wouldn't be allowed to stay on the bus. So we had to walk. We all nodded and started following Takeda, who was pulling up a map on his phone to get to Nekoma as fast as possible. I found myself walking next to Kageyama and we were talking about something that I probably don't remember correctly- probably something about volleyball.

For a while we walked, and walked, and walked, and after about 30 minutes of walking we came up on a crosswalk. Waiting for the light to turn red, we stand there, watching the cars speed by. After it finally turns red, Takeda tells us to cross and follows. Kageyama and Tsukishima, as the idiots they are when around each other, had been, and still were, arguing about something as they crossed the road.

Kageyama yelled something that apparently triggered Tsukishima, and they both stopped dead in the middle of the road to continue their stupid argument. Tsukishima, at first, was obviously concerned about the idea of getting hit by a car, or the fact in general that they were out in the middle of the road.

But I guess the argument had gotten so out of control that they didn't even hear the rest of the team, Takeda, and myself yelling at them to get out of the road. I was the last one to cross the road, so I was still waiting on the one side. I watched them in fear of what could happen with them standing in the middle of the road like that.

The first problem: They argued too often. The second problem: upcoming bus. The THIRD problem: The light was green. The last actual thought I remembered having was 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?! So, mustering up as much courage as I could, I ran up to them, faster than my normal top speed, probably from the adrenaline rush.

Pushing them out of the way, (which, wow, Tsukishima was heavier than he looked,) I had lost the majority of my momentum. The bus, not seeing me, had continued on its path. Everybody except Tsukishima, who was dusting himself off, screamed "Hinata" to get my attention to get me out of the road, but it was too late. I had tried to get out of the path of the bus, but I knew that I had no chance of escaping.

Tsukishima's head snapped in my direction as well as Kageyama's and their horrified expressions were the last things I saw that day. I stopped and closed my eyes as the bus had made contact with my body. My shriek of pain was ear splitting to myself, but my misfortune had not yet come to an end. I hadn't been run over, but only hit by the bus.

Literally soaring across the open sky, I made contact with the road, though I kept moving. Then, when I finally lost all momentum, I...

...Got run over by a car.

Kageyama's POV

In silence, we all stared at Hinata's body. Even Tsukishima couldn't tell if he was alive. He didn't say anything sarcastic or make a smart remark. I ran towards the boy, and crouched down to check his pulse. His breathing was shallow, and his heart was scarcely beating. Tears stung my eyes and threatened to fall, I wiped them away furiously.

Look, I know Hinata may have been my rival, but seeing him as a bloody mess, cut up and broken in the middle of the street. . . I put my hands on his shoulder and shook him. Slowly, he opened one eye, winced, and shut it again. "He's alive," I'd whispered in relief. "Oi, Hinata," I said. "Wake up. Right now. Wake up RIGHT NOW." I noticed Suga had walked up behind me.

"Help is on the way," he reassured me and Hinata. I heard him say "Hey, we need an ambulance." as he walked away. I could feel the tears in my eyes begin to form again. I let them fall. Without opening his eyes, Hinata weakly grabbed my hand. Daichi had run over to crouch next to me. He inspected Hinata, and I told him that he was unconscious.

Soon an ambulance arrived, and Takeda told the police who'd arrived what had happened. "Hey, Kageyama, can you tell Takeda to go with Hinata to the hospital, and tell everyone else that they're still going to the practice match? I have to help get Hinata into the ambulance," he explained. "I called Ukai, that's what he told me to tell you."

"Oh, uh, sure," I'd responded. As I stood up, about to go and do as he said, I wiped the tears from my eyes and sniffed. He put his hand on my shoulder and said: "He's gonna be okay, everything's gonna be okay. Okay?" I sniffed and I nodded, and did as he'd told me. When we finally arrived at Nekoma, I heard Kenma had asked Kuroo if he had seen Hinata.

"Oh, that #10 shorty?" Kuroo asked thoughtfully. "No, I don't think he's here." Since I had happened to overhear the conversation, I walked over to them. "Oh, hey," Kenma said, looking around again. "Where's Shoyo?" "Oh. He's... he's not here. He's in the hospital, or on his way there."

Kenma's eyes opened wide, and even Kuroo had a serious look on his face. "Wh-what happened?" "He got hit by a bus, and was run over by a car on the way here. He's still alive," I added quickly. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, he thought to himself. Quickly, I told the entire story. Even the part that was my fault. "Oh... okay, then." Kenma replied sadly. Kuroo was still standing there silently.

Kenma looks sad, I noted. Kuroo hugged Kenma and started talking to him, and I walked over to where the Karasuno team was. 𝘔𝘺... 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵, I thought. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. The practice match had started soon after our team formulated a plan. We decided to have Enoshita fill in for Hinata. It wasn't the same without Hinata playing beside me.

Nekoma won, 2-0. The first set was 20-25, second 23-25. 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. "Thank you for the game!" Takeda's phone rang soon after the match, and when the call ended, he said: "Coach Ukai said that we're allowed to see Hinata at the hospital, and the bus has been repaired. The problem was nothing much, just something loosened and the flat tire."

"Who was it?" Asked Suga. "On the phone, I mean." "Daichi," Takeda replied. "We can go see Hinata in the hospital- he's alive." Everyone nodded and I almost collapsed with relief, and soon we got on the bus which had been brought to Nekoma for an extra fee that Ukai paid for. After about an hour of nervous muttering and conversation on the bus, we arrived at the hospital sooner than expected.

Everyone got off the bus and saw Ukai sitting there in the waiting room. "Hey, guys," He sniffled. "Follow me, his room is this way." He brought everyone upstairs to the room Hinata was in. We stood outside of it. "I called his parents and told them what happened, so they're here." "Actually," said a new voice. "They just left."

"Oh, this is the doctor," Ukai said. ". . .uh, what was it again?" The strange doctor chuckled. "Dr. Anikatoji, at your service! Now, assuming you're here to see... Hinata Shoyo?" "Uh, yes." Takeda put his hand out the doctor shook it. "He just woke up, so be quiet," the doctor advised. "Will do," replied Ukai. "...Come on, guys.”

Hinata's POV

I felt dead. Although I wasn't. I think. Am I dead? I wondered. I feel like it would've been better if I was. I opened my eyes to slits and winced, but they flew open when I realized that whatever room I was in was flooded with people that I didn't recognize. I scanned the crowd and I did see someone familiar. Someone painfully familiar: Kageyama. He was the only one I recognized. I think.

"Shoyo?" Asked a familiar voice, immediately associated with a familiar face: The face of none other than Nishinoya Yuu. I slowly turned my head to face him but I paused on a particular person: Tsukishima. He was the entire reason I was here. I knew he was. I just didn't remember how. He ran a hand through his blond hair and pushed up his glasses.

He looked up at me with guilt in his eyes. I don't know if it was because I couldn't remember anything, but I didn't remember this person wearing any expressions other than annoyance or smugness. I wasn't mad at him, though. I don't think I ever would be. My face softened and he seemed to notice, his shoulders relaxed a little, though he was still obviously tense.

'"Shoyo?" Nishinoya said again. I turned my head and looked at him. "Yes, I remember you," I reassured him. He looked relieved and then confused. "Wait, you mean- you don't remember us all?" He asked. I shook my head. "I don't. I'm sorry. But I do recognize... some of you..." I said, my gaze resting on Tsukishima and Kageyama.

Scanning the crowd once more, I saw there was a guy behind Kageyama. He was really tall, and vaguely familiar. 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴? I thought. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥? "Jesus?" I said, sitting up on whatever I was sitting on- which turned out to be a hospital bed- and I backed up, getting closer to the wall. "No! I'm not Jesus!" He exclaimed. Surprised, of course, but not as if this were the first time someone's made that mistake.

Laughter rippled through the crowd at my comment. "I'm Asahi!" "I guess he really can't remember though," sighed one of the people in the back when the noise died down. He had grey-silver hair, brown eyes, and he radiated that Mom Friend™ vibe. I shook my head. "No, I can't. I'm sorry." Then, in the crowd, there was an uproar of (unnecessary) introductions.

I didn't get that many names, though. When it was finished, Kageyama suddenly stepped forward. "Hey. I, uh, I'm..." he was red-faced and uncomfortable, and obviously embarrassed. "I think I speak for myself and salt shaker over there when I say that I'm sorry," he forced out. He bowed his head and Tsukishima did the same, not before shooting Kageyama a glare.

"Hey! How's it goin', guys?" Asked the doctor enthusiastically. I hadn't even seen him leave. "I happened to overhear that last bit of your conversation! And, well, he can't remember anything because he has amnesia. He took a lot of damage, y'know. He went through a lot trying to save you two." I looked at Kageyama and Tsukishima briefly, who both had their heads bowed in shame.

"He has 3 broken ribs, a broken leg, a broken arm, and everything else is minor. It will take at the very most 6 months for it all to heal." Then, the coach, Ukai- I remembered!- burst into the room. "Hinata! Are you okay? You better not do something like this again, but thank god you're alive," he panted, out of breath. "No! I told you already! I'm NOT Jesus!" he cried, exasperated.

"I wish people would stop making that mistake!" he muttered. The coach waited until the room was calmed again. "Guys, I think it's about time we left. We can't stay here forever. Right, Specs?" He said, elbowing Takeda, the only other person I could recognize properly.

"Wha- but- what about-" He stuttered, looking for words though with no success. Ukai elbowed him again, harder. "Uhm, yeah, definitely, we should get going. Thanks for having us," he added to the doctor. "My pleasure," he replied. "But yeah, we should let him rest. Thanks for coming to see him though. And," he added to the coach, "He's been muttering about this Kageyama guy in his sleep."

He winked at me and I blushed. "I'll show you out," he offered. Takeda nodded and followed the doctor out of the room. "Kageyama," I said. "Wait." "Hu- what?" He turned around and came back into the room. "I, uh..." I've practiced saying this a hundred times. "The doctors aren't entirely sure if I'll actually survive," I started. "Come closer."

He did as I said, and I forced myself to not blush- our faces were only about a foot away from each others'. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, I tried to fit in as much emotion as I could. "I love you. I just... I just wanted to tell you now if I didn't get another chance," I said quietly. 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦.

"Hinata, you dumbass. You can't die. You're the most important person on this team. Not just to the rest of the team, though. To me as well." He blushed at what he said and I did as well, I got the feeling he felt the same way. And my prediction was confirmed: "I love you too, Hinata. I have to go though." He turned and walked out, not looking back.

Kageyama's POV (I think this is my favorite part)

I didn't really have or show much affection towards Hinata. That changed though- he saved my life from a BUS, and Tsukishima I guess, and he would always take time to help if something was wrong with me. Even if it was only interfering with his experience of volleyball practice, I really appreciated it. And one game was all it took to teach me that we're pretty much useless without Hinata.

He keeps us together, we fall apart without him. I fall apart without him. He's our heart, our center. My heart, my center.

I didn't get much sleep the following nights, I was worrying about Hinata. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱? 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭? 𝘐𝘴... 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦? These were my most common questions. When I just couldn't sleep, I practiced volleyball outside. Soon, about two months later, Hinata was able to leave the hospital. He couldn't practice with us, but he would come and watch.

Every day. Every now and then Kenma would come to visit Hinata during practice, and nine out of ten times, Kuroo would tag along. They weren't my favorite people, of course, but I still tried to be nice to them. "Hey, Hinata," I said, walking over to join him on the bench. "Quitting early again?" He laughed.

"Oh, come on," I said. "There's only, like, 5 minutes left anyway. I'd rather spend them with you," I added, blushing and turning away. "Awww, you don't have to. You WON'T have to, soon!" He said, cheering up. "The doctors said that I'm almost healed, I only have a few more weeks. I'll be able to play volleyball with you again. Just hang in there, 'kay?"

"Alright. I'll try," I promised. Hinata laid his head on my shoulder, and I let it stay there. I rested my hand on his and we watched the game. Just the two of us.

Wow. That was a lot of cheese. I hope you liked it though! Also, I'll be writing fanfics based off of songs now! The first song is She Wants Me (To Be Loved) great song, you should listen! Also, idk what ship yet. Anyways, that's all for now, Sweet peas! Have a nice day!!!!