Hinata's off Button (The guys call for help)

(I do not own Haikyuu! If I did a lot more ships would have sailed.)

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction I've put online. Constructive criticism is welcome, and appreciated. Please don't flame, I know it's not great, and some characters are probably OOC, sorry.

Karasuno High, 8 pm: It would have been amusing if it were almost anyone else, and it was amusing, for a while. Sugawara and Daichi looked on in mild worry at Hinata as he bounced on his heels around Nishinoya. A weary Tanaka heaved a breath, and sat down next to them.

"He's not showing any signs of slowing down, is he?" Suga asked worriedly. Kageyama groaned in exhaustion and glared at Tanaka.

"This is all your fault," the setter muttered, exhaustion making his threat fall flat.

Tanaka winced and sighed, "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I swear I had no idea it would affect him like this. Seriously, I know coffee makes some people hyper, but this is just nuts…"

Daichi stared at Asahi in sympathy as the taller man slumped to the ground and leaned on the end of the bench next to him. "New rule," the captain muttered to his teammates, "Never, under any circumstances, do we allow Shouyou Hinata to consume caffeine again."

"Here here," They muttered in unison.

Hinata had been a bit tired at the beginning of practice due to studying late for an exam. Tanaka, in a moment of "brilliance" had decided that it would be a good idea for the normally hyper First year to consume an energy drink, claiming that it could make him into a kind of secret weapon. That was about three o'clock, when practice had started. That "brilliance", had backfired. Hinata was not only energized; he was bouncing off the walls. He couldn't even keep still enough to practice. He was actually running laps around the court while screaming. For hours.

The guys had tried to chase him, corner him, and calm him down repeatedly. All of their efforts had failed. By five o'clock half the team had given up and begun to watch the spectacle tiredly from the sidelines. Tsukkishima had tired enough that he didn't even bother to hurl his usual acerbic comments. He just watched.

By seven the only guys left chasing Hinata (who still showed no signs of tiring), were Kageyama, Asahi, Tanaka, and Nishinoya. Now, at eight o'clock, even Nishinoya, the only person they knew with more energy than Hinata, was looking dead on his feet.

"Oi," he called over, blonde streak in his hair stuck flat to his forehead with sweat, "I don't think we can handle this. I'm beat, and caffeine is supposed to work for an average of twelve hours, isn't it? It's only been five and even I'm about dead here."

"He's got a point," Tsukkishima muttered tiredly from the wall he and Yamaguchi were slumped against, "But what can we do? We can't even corral him."

They all stared blankly at Hinata, who was once again trying to scale the padded wall.

Sugawara sighed, "Hey, Tsukki, can you lend me your phone a minute?"

The younger blond raised his eyebrow, but tossed the device as requested. "Who are you calling?" he asked.

The older teen sighed, "Hinata's Mom."

They stared at him in a surprised, and why-didn't-we-think-of-that-earlier kind of way as he dialed, and waited.

"Ah, hello Natsu? This is Sugawara, one of your brother's teammates. Is your mom home? Yes, thank you." The Third year conversed politely with the younger girl before falling silent a minute, waiting for her to fetch her mother. He straightened up after a moment, "Mrs. Hinata? Yes, I'm sorry about the call, I understand it's a bit late-" He stopped a moment, listening. "Oh, no, no, Hinata is fine. No injuries." He laughed. "Well, you see, we have a bit of a dilemma. One of our teammates gave him an energy drink earlier, and-" He listened again. "Oh, this has happened before then?" A few minutes later, and faint laughter from the phone told them that, yes, this had happened before. Suga laughed quietly along with whatever story the woman was regaling him with. "Well, glad to know it's not something too serious, but is there any chance you know how to make him calm down a bit?" He paused again, "About five hours." Pause. "Yes, he has. He's been outrunning the whole team all day." He paused, listening, before his eyes widened comically. "You're kidding." He deadpanned, eyes showing clear disbelief. "That's it?" Pause. "Ok, thank you, we'll do that. I'll make sure one of us gets him home after that. If you could give me the address?" Pause, and some scribbling on a slip of paper. "Ah, thank you. We'll get him home soon. Thank you for your help Mrs. Hinata. Have a good evening."

Sugawara stared at the phone and shook his head in amazement.

"Please tell me there's hope." Daichi begged.

"There is, if we can catch him." Suga soothed. "Tsukki, Tanaka, Asahi, I'm sorry, but I'm going to need you guys for this. You are the tallest ones here right now. Of those of us still conscious."

The teens groaned, but slowly got up. "Alright, what to we have to do?" Tanaka asked.

Suga looked the second year dead in the eye, "Pick him up."

There was a moment of collective staring. "…What?" Tsukkishima articulated.

Suga sighed, "Pick him up," he repeated, "Like picking up a lion cub. Pick him up under the arms, don't let his feet touch the floor, and hold him there for a bit. His mom says that no matter how hyped up he is, caffeine or otherwise, it never fails to put him to sleep."

They stared at him some more, Daichi and Kageyama looking at him with utter incredulity. "…That's…..That's all we have to do? Pick him up?" Asahi asked again.

"That's it." Their senior confirmed.

The three turned to look at an exhausted Nishinoya, who was pulling Hinata down from the wall he had scaled.

"Oi, Noya." Asahi called.

"Yeah?" The shorter male replied distractedly.

"Hold Hinata there a sec. I think we have a solution. Tanaka's gonna take care of it." The longhaired male replied.

The usually overzealous Libero raised an eyebrow, but grabbed the back of the redhead's shirt, and held him in place tiredly.

Tanaka strode over quickly, shook his head in disbelief, and picked the younger boy up under the armpits. Nishinoya gave him a look that clearly read 'what the fuck?'

The team stirred, and starred at their squirming spiker. Thirty seconds later, the squirming lessened. The team watched apprehensively. At forty-five seconds, the redhead was still, and staring owlishly at Nishinoya, as if he couldn't comprehend what was happening. At one minute, he started blinking rapidly eyelids fluttering open and shut, each time taking longer and longer to open. Everyone was awake now, and staring slack-jawed at the scene. Nishinoya stared in utter confusion as the mop of orange hair drooped, then jerked up again, and repeated the process several times.

At one minute thirty, the orange mop drooped, and did not jerk back up. Brown eyes blinked blearily at the floor. At two minutes, his breathing evened out, and his eyes stopped fluttering, opting to close like shutters after a long day.

The gym was dead silent for a few minutes, as all of them tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Sugawara was the one who spoke up, "Tanaka, you can readjust your grip if you need to, but whatever you do, don't let his feet touch the floor. It will turn him back on again." He said quietly, only just loud enough to carry to the unruly boy's ears. "Kageyama, I think you live the closest to Hinata. I'm sorry to ask you this, but since it's on your way, would you mind taking him home?"

"Yeah, I know where it is." He muttered, grabbing his school bag, and his classmate's before walking over to Tanaka, who still held his kouhai like a kitten. The two, and Nishinoya, maneuvered the sleeping boy onto Kageyama's back.

The rest of the gym slowly got back to their feet, and cleaned up as Kageyama left to take Hinata home.

Nishinoya stared at their retreating forms blankly before turning to his dumbfounded teammates, "Oh my god, he has an off switch."