sponsorship - kenhina

the clouds have returned.

Two weeks have passed since Hinata Shoyo reappeared in Kenma's life, eyes bursting with hope and aspiration.

In those two weeks, Kenma's been bombarded with presentations, streaming, and online board meetings (he could not, for the life of him, be bothered with physically going into an office). And in those two weeks, he hasn't had a wink of sleep.

His eyes are incredibly heavy as he tries his best to scan the screen in front of him, which is a long list of claims and legal terminology that he doesn't understand. "Maybe Yaku-san will be able to translate this for me," he muses to himself, eyelids drooping as he scrolls through the centuries long document on the screen. "Sounds like something he would be interested in."

The document in question regarded the terms and conditions of sponsoring Hinata as an athlete, something his legal team drafted one night. While Kenma is glad that they're going through everything properly-considering that this is the first ever time they're sponsoring someone-he secretly wishes that it didn't have to be so word-heavy.

The low buzz of his doorbell ringing snaps him back to being hyper awake, and he clambers out of his gaming chair, padding in his socks to the front door. His cat has fallen asleep in the clothes basket in the laundry room, so there's no meow to greet him from coming out of his "enclosure", as Kuroo likes to call it.

It's become significantly warmer, which Kenma is glad for. Not like it mattered to him as much, since he didn't really venture outside unless he had a purpose to, but at least he didn't shudder as much within the confines of his own house.

"Kenma!" Hinata greets, when he opens the door. The warmth of the oncoming spring sunshine lights up Hinata's features, making him a lot brighter than he usually is. Kenma smiles in response, stepping aside to let his friend in. "Shoyo."

The literal ball of sunshine lunges forward at Kenma, enveloping him in a warm hug like last time. And like last time, Kenma's cheeks become warm.

Hinata pulls away, a large smile on his face. "Sorry I haven't visited in two weeks. I took up a part-time job in one of the grade schools nearby, to coach volleyball." His expression softens. "I thought it could help with the money."

Kenma gives him an understanding nod, as Kenma takes him to his game room. Hinata's tone changes from one of glee to pure shock and wonder as he takes in the lavish decor before him.

It's a large room, probably the size of one of Karasuno's classrooms. There are various arcade terminals spread across the room, from Pac-Man to Space Invaders, even some Hinata hasn't seen before. One corner of the room, the one nearest to the window, is devoted to a whole gaming station; there are consoles, monitors, and a large TV display hung up above. But apart from gaming and such, there are bookcases scattered around, stacked with various sudoku and crossword puzzle books, as well as a couple of game theory books.

They're back in the living room, sitting under the kotatsu. Kenma's sipping on a juice box while his friend is busy looking around the room around them, admiring the various gaming-related certificates Kenma has hung up on the walls.

"You should live in Roppongi Hills," Hinata says after a while, registering everything in. Kenma chuckles to himself softly, evidently very pleased with himself and his work.

"That's what Kuroo said too," he says, waving his hand dismissively. "But I just spend money on games, nothing else. Hence why I decided to sponsor you."

Hinata looks at him, eyebrows raised. "Why did you decide to sponsor me, by the way?"

"I have money to spare, so it's not like it would be a financial burden. In fact, it might lessen the worry I have on my mind about what the fuck I'm supposed to do with all of it," Kenma replies, tucking his legs underneath his body. Hinata gazes at him in child-like wonder.