Maybe Kageyama never would’ve noticed that something’s off with Hinata – if he hadn’t opened his eyes during one of the secret after-school kisses. Everything is normal, Hinata’s soft mouth is warm against his own, and Kageyama is happy that he can nip and lick at his bottom lip a bit, that he can slide his fingers over Hinata’s neck. Everything is good, until something ice-cold brushes his cheek. 

Kageyama shudders and blinks. His breath knocks out of his lungs with a yelp.

A black thorn protrudes from Hinata’s temple. His eyes are closed, and between his brows is a dark hole, with a slit of red gleaming inside. It looks like a third eye. Oh God. Kageyama cannot breathe. The thorn brushes his cheek again, and then he screams. 

Hinata jumps and pulls back. “What the hell?” 

“You – there was – “ Kageyama stutters, stumbling back, raising a hand to point at – oh. Hinata blinks at him. His forehead looks perfectly normal, except for a worried frown, and his temple is clean. 

“Maybe you should go home. You look a bit sick.” Hinata grabs his bag and pats Kageyama’s shoulder, before kissing his cheek. “See you tomorrow?” Kageyama can only nod, standing paralysed and shivering as Hinata’s steps fade. What the hell? He – he must’ve imagined that. Thorns, a third eye. Bullshit.

Later, he feels guilty for pushing Hinata away like that. He sends him a text with “wanna have a sleepover tnight?”, and offers that they can play games and – yes – make out a bit. They’ve only been together for a few months but Kageyama is pretty damn sure that this is special. He’s glad when Hinata agrees to come, and even accepts his apology. 

It’s the first time that Hinata is over at his place. 
Things don’t really go that well. Hinata seems a bit distant, even when Kageyama tries to kiss him again. It’s not even midnight when Hinata says that he’s tired and wants to sleep. Kageyama frowns but lets him. He watches the dark form of his boyfriend on the futon besides his bed for a long time, before… 

It feels a thousand years later when ice-cold breath brushes over his face. Kageyama blinks. When did he fall asleep? “The hell, Hinata-“ There’s moonlight falling into his room, illuminating the dark figure leaning over his body. 

It’s Hinata – and it’s not. His body is distorted and smeared with blood, and when Kageyama opens his mouth to scream, a thick thorn slams down on his lips and worms its way into his throat. Hinata’s laugh is so low that Kageyama’s stomach turns, he gags, oh God – this can’t be real, but then Hinata’s skin starts to fall off-

“Y’know, darling, this is a really nice body. Young and fresh. But…” 

And this thing, this horrible creature, opens its third eye and licks its tongue over a mouth full of sharp, white teeth. Kageyama’s vision fills with crimson. 

“It’s starting to get a lil’ rotten in here. So – thank you for inviting me in, Tobio.”

I am a storm in skin and flesh
The world’s an echo in my steps
And with the roar in my heart’s beat
I’ll burn your bones and make you bleed

I vent my anger through words.