Trigger Warning for Chapter 1:

Permanent Injury, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence,

Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Suicide Attempt, Bullying, Rumors, Depression, Panic Attacks, Social Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Assault

The first few chapters will be very angsty, so enjoy!

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The first thing that registered to Hinata was that his head really, really hurt. The second thing that Hinata registered was that his leg felt just about the same. The orangette groaned, bringing up a hand to cover his eyes, as the lights in his room threatened to break through his veils from sleep. After a few vain attempts, Hinata's hand went up to his hair, grabbing at it in pain, and forcing his eyes to open a little bit.

It was in this moment that Hinata realized that this wasn't his room. The walls, ceiling, side table, and bed were all white. He turned to his left, seeing the medical equipment. Oh, he was in a hospital.. "Huh..?" He asked, attempting to push up on his hands and pull his legs forward. However, a sudden sharp, and horrible pain spiked up his right leg. It felt like hot needles were stabbing him over and over.

Hinata tried to put his leg back down to ease the pain, but it only made it worse. He whimpered loudly, freezing up completely, and breathing hard. It hurt so bad, he felt like he couldn't even speak. There was a sound of a door opening behind him, but Hinata was too busy whimpering to notice, tears streaming down his cheeks.

There was a gasp, as someone dropped what they were holding and ran over. Their arms wrapped around Hinata's neck, hugging him gently as they pet his hair. "It's okay Hinata, it's me, it's your mother," She whispered softly.

"M-mom..?" Hinata squeaked out,"It hurts so bad.. W-why does it hurt so bad? W-what happened?!" His hands grasped for his mother's purple shirt, clutching it tightly as he choked on his own breath.

Her mother cooed at him, but for a moment she didn't reply, then she whispered,"I think it would be best if the doctor explained it to you, sweetheart.."

There was something in her tone that made Hinata nervous, but all he could do was force his breathing out and in, over and over. Finally, the doctor walked into the room, bringing an air of tension with him. Hinata turned his head weakly towards the door, keeping the rest of his body from moving.

The doctor was looking at him, a forced smile on his face. "Hello Shouyou-kun, I'm doctor Kusama Nowaki, might I ask how you're feeling today?" He asked softly.

"Hurts," Hinata grunted out, his red rimmed eyes watching the doctor with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. What was so important that his mother couldn't just tell him right now? "What h-happened to m-me?" He asked softly.

Nowaki looked pained for a moment, as he then looked down at the clipboard again. "Well, during your volleyball game, it seemed that between you jumping up to get the ball and landing, your leg was injured on the inside," He explained.

"Oh.." Hinata said, as a fleeting question in his head wondered whether they had won or not. But that wasn't his main focus now, he had another question. "How long will it be before I can play volleyball again?" He asked hopefully, smiling through the pain.

His mother's arm tensed around him, and the doctor looked even more morose than before. "That's.. The thing about all this," Nowaki slowly began,"You.. Will never play any sport ever again."

Hinata's heart dropped, his whole body seemed to suddenly go cold. "W-what..?" He stuttered out, eyes growing moist,"W-w-why?"

"When you gained your injury, Hinata-kun, I'm afraid that the ligaments in the back of your knee tore beyond repair. We guess it was because of overworking yourself," The doctor explained,"But that wasn't it. You gained a meniscus tear, or a torn knee cartilage from putting pressure on or rotating the knee joint during this. There is no way to fix this. You'll need a brace to even walk, and I'm afraid you may have this pain for the rest of your life.. I'm sorry that we couldn't fix it."

Hinata's eyes went numb, empty of emotion. He felt himself relax in his mother's arms more, as he softly whispered,"Oh.. Okay."

The doctor seemed slightly disturbed at Hinata's small reaction, and then declared,"I'm going to give you some medicine in your IV, it'll dull the pain for a while and might put you to sleep, okay?" Hinata nodded emptily, and then allowed the doctor to do what he needed as he closed his own eyes.

They whispered about him, his mother concerned about his reaction. It wasn't that Hinata didn't care about volleyball, it was his whole life. And with the way people treated him about it his whole life, he was used to hearing that he 'couldn't' or that he would 'never play'. But he always had the ability to prove them wrong, until now.

To feel this feeling of helplessness, to hear that there was nothing he could do, and that trying would only end with this being worse. He didn't know how to react, so him simply didn't. He just felt numb, he ignored the emotions inside of him.

Even the painful nails of despair clawing at his heart.

One Week Later

After getting the brace, a forearm crutch to help him walk until he was used to it, and the pain medication, there was no other reason for Hinata to stay in the hospital anymore. The doctor told Hinata that he may be able to get knee replacement surgery as an adult, if he wanted, and then maybe then he would be able to play sports. Not competitively, but just for fun. Hinata didn't care, at least he may have hope.

Now he was going back to school, with several questions. He now knew they lost the game against Shiratorizawa, which upset him greatly. But he knew his team, they'd bounce right back. He knew they would support him and help him with his new issue, at least that's what he saw it as. He knew they would, because he would do the same thing if it happened to one of them. They were a team, of course they would.. Even though none of them visited him during the entire week, or replied to his texts, or answered his calls..

They were probably busy catching up on schoolwork.. Hinata told himself, still feeling a little drowsy. His leg didn't hurt, only thanks to the painkillers he had. But they, unfortunately left him feeling tired. That didn't help him with his struggle in learning how to walk with the brace and crutch.

He struggled to his class, opening the door. Jeez, even on a bad day I get to school earlier.. Hinata thought sadly, wishing he could have woke up and rode his bike. He shook those thoughts off, noticing Kageyama nearby. He was finishing up his homework before class, his eyes flashed up towards Hinata for a split second before they darkened, and he looked back down.

"Bakageyama!" Hinata exclaimed, frowning, he limped his way over to the black haired male and tapping his other hand on his desk. "Oi, how has the team been? I heard about us losing, is everyone okay?" He asked,"I didn't see anyone, nobody visited me."

Kageyama turned his head slightly away from Hinata, and didn't answer. For reasons Hinata didn't want to admit how much it was actually hurting his feelings. So instead, he demanded,"Are you even listening to me?!"

The bell suddenly rang, and students began flowing in quickly. Hinata frowned, sending once last confused look at Kageyama before he moved to his own seat. The teacher walked in, making it impossible for him to even try and ask why Kageyama was ignoring him. It wasn't that he was expecting any coddling, but he and Kageyama tended to talk or argue until class started. Why is he ignoring me? Hinata wondered, part of him also wondered if he wanted an answer to such a question.

He was afraid of what he may hear

When break time finally rolled around, Kageyama stood up and walked over to where Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were. Hinata frowned, before standing up. He stumbled a bit, before walking over. "W-wait! Guys!" He exclaimed,"Where are we going to eat today?"

Tsukishima turned over to him, raising his lips in a sneer. "And why would we eat with you anymore?" He asked, before a condescending smirk came over his face.

Hinata frowned, leaning back a bit in confusion. "H-Huh?" He asked, tilting his heads,"Because we were teammates.. And we're friends..?"

"Why would any of us stay friends with the person who made us lose the game?" Kageyama suddenly, angrily snapped.

Hinata turned to him so fast, he almost gained whiplash. "What?! I wasn't even playing at the end, how did I make us lose?!" He exclaimed in return, feeling his whole body begin to go cold with fear.

Tsukishima pointed at his crutch, and said,"That injury is your fault. You and your stupidity. You made us lose in front of everyone because we couldn't use you. We lost the glory, now everyone thinks we just got lucky."

"Since when has us playing been about glory?!" Hinata exclaimed,"We were playing as a team, playing to play! This never wasn't about fame!"

Kageyama then angrily snapped,"It doesn't matter what you think anymore Hinata! With that leg, you aren't on the team, you're aren't my setter, you aren't invincible! There's nothing productive you can do for us or anyone else with that leg! You're useless! And that's all you'll ever be now!"

Hinata froze up, releasing a gasp. Useless..? He felt his heart twist and constrict violently, staring at them in shock. Tsukishima merely inclined his head, and then walked away. Kageyama followed him, but Yamaguchi took longer. He stared at Hinata, whose eyes had grown misty, and Yamaguchi's own eyes filled up with a strange emotion, before he quickly followed after the other three.

Hinata brought his hand up, violently rubbing his eyes before forcing himself to limp as fast as he could after them. He watched them walk up the stairs towards the roof, none of them looking back at him. He felt so hurt, that he didn't know how to go about reacting. He didn't know if he should yell or cry. Hinata wanted to go after them, but the large stairs leading up to the second story of the school suddenly made him feel nauseous. It was just.. So much.

Suddenly, he became aware of the people around him. Almost all the students around him were staring at him, whispering things. He heard it all, everything they were saying.

"He looks smaller with that crutch.."

"Bet he can't jump anymore."

"I heard they kicked him off the team."

"I heard that he injured himself on purpose so his team would lose."

"Now everyone is laughing at Karasuno."

"He just had to ruin it for everyone, didn't he?"

Hinata quickly twisted around, ignoring the sharp pain as he limped down the hall, past so many rude pairs of eyes. He went into the bathroom, finding a stall and shutting it, locking it tight. Nobody followed him in, thank God..

He leaned against the wall, breathing hard as tears began tumbling down his cheeks. Food didn't sound good right now, nothing sounded good right now. He felt like he would throw up, his head was spinning, he felt so confused. But in that moment he didn't care, he didn't care about anything.

He just wanted to be left alone..

Even though he was hurt, Hinata tried to convince himself that maybe it was just some elaborate prank. Like a welcome party. So, after a whole day of being ignored by his friends in class, stared at by everyone else, and hiding in the bathrooms during break, he was going to try and watch the volleyball practice.

Limping out of the classroom, too slow to catch up to anyone, he limped to the gym. The doors were shut tight when he arrived, and so he climbed up to the door, knocking on it hopefully. After a few moments, the door slid open to reveal Ennoshita and Tanaka.

"Hey guys," Hinata said, thankful it wasn't Kageyama or Tsukishima,"Is there practice today? I really was wanting to watch-"

"This is a closed practice," Tanaka interrupted,"You can't come in." Ennoshita nodded in return, his gentle features suddenly seeming meaner. Hinata frowned, feeling more nerves and confusion.

"B-but I was a part of the team!" He exclaimed, and Tanaka then said,"Yeah, was." Hinata felt the despair clawing at his heart again. But he wasn't about to just leave, after everything that happened today, he was more than suspicious.

Slowly, he asked,"Can I talk to coach about it?" Ennoshita looked in the door, as if checking, but Hinata felt like he looked too fast to get an actual answer. "Please? I promise I won't even talk-"

"No," Ennoshita firmly said,"You need to leave, coach said so. You're not on the volleyball team anymore Hinata, go away."

"If you're just going to be useless you may as well go home," Tanaka snapped, and Ennoshita somehow agreed. Nodding, he turned back to Hinata and said,"Bye."

They slid the door closed, leaving Hinata standing there. He stared at the door for a long while. He was so lost, lost and confused. This.. Really wasn't a joke. They blamed him, and maybe they were right.. But why were they acting so selfish about fame all of a sudden?!

Hinata sniffed, wiping his teary eyes before limping over to the outside of the school gate. He sat against the wall, pulling out his phone. He'd already told his mother that he'd be staying the whole practice.. But he didn't want to stay here any long.

He texted her, asking for her to come pick her up in a vague text, much emptier and with much less exclamation points than he would normally use. He put his phone away after that, and felt something wet on his nose.

Looking up at the sky, it was suddenly pouring rain. The clouds had been overcast all day, and it seemed that they were finally releasing all their sadness. They seemed to match Hinata's mood. He hated this feeling, feeling so in despair. But for some reason, he continued to just stare up at the sky, letting the rain soak him.

It was a half-hour later when his mother arrived, driving up and helping Hinata pull himself into the car. He knew he was soaking the car completely, anywhere he touched turning the fuzzy seats a darker color. He simply stared at the floor, saying nothing, until his mother noticed. She turned her brown eyes to him, for a moment, and softly asked,"What happened?"

"They didn't let me inside.." Hinata softly admitted,"They won't even talk to me, people are staring at me! I don't understand, mom, what did I do wrong?" His teary eyes turned up to her, desperately searching for an answer.

His mother looked nervous, and then softly said,"Maybe they just don't know how to react to your injury? Maybe they just need a few days to think about it, they're probably nervous. Just give them a little bit, Shouyou, everything will be okay."

Hinata knew there was so much more that he could argue, but he honestly didn't have the energy anymore. He looked at his mom, before nodding softly and whispering,"Yeah.. You're probably right.."

A small ball of hope in his chest hit him, and he found himself once again, trying to convince himself that it all was a big misunderstanding. Maybe it was just a huge prank, or maybe they all just felt really guilty. He wanted to hope, wanted to believe that was the case. That everything was going to go back to normal.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that it was all just empty words.

One Month Later

It wasn't getting any better..

If anything it was worse.

Hinata had never felt so alienated in his entire life. He tried to speak to the team, but none of them would talk to him. He tried to get into the practices but was denied, never seeing coach and eventually giving up after three weeks. He was stared at so often he felt like he would turn t0 stone under his nerves. It was bringing up anxiety issues he'd never had before. He was losing weight, losing sleep. He hated it.

If it was anything, it was the overload of loneliness he now found himself in. Nobody to talk to, ignored except when someone wanted to spread rumors. It was driving him insane, he didn't understand why this was happening to him. Why? What did he ever do to deserve something like this?

Hinata was getting desperate, desperate for any interaction, even a small one. He looked at Kageyama every day, longong, desperate. He'd finally reached the point of no return. He needed to tell Kageyama the truth, he was already planning too. Maybe it would make Kageyama wake up and treat him like a normal human again.

If only he could have seen the fallout before it happened.

It was the end of the day, people filing away to their clubs. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi had left early to go set up, as it was their turn. Kageyama stood up to leave, Hinata took his chance. Reaching out, he grabbed Kageyama's sleeve and yanked him back.

"Kageyama! I need to tell you something!" He exclaimed, pulling back hard as Kageyama tried to yank his arm away. "Let me go!" He snapped back.

Hinata, thankful to no need his crutch anymore, grabbed with both hands. "Please, Toboi!" He seriously declared,"Please! Listen to me just this once! If you still don't want to talk to me then fine, but let me get this out!"

Kageyama struggled for a few moments, before realizing that Hinata wasn't going to let up. He relaxed his muscle, and allowed the weaker teen to lead him outside. Hinata took him to the cherry tree in the courtyard. It was away from prying eyes, and it was all he could think of.

"What is it?" Kageyama sneered,"I have to go to practice!"

Hinata stared at Kageyama for a long moment, taking in all his features. That soft black hair, gentle yet angled face, his dark eyes. He blushed, feeling himself blush. "Kageyama.. I know you hate me right now.. I know you may really not like me.. But- But I want you to know how much I.. I like you…" He stuttered out.

Kageyama seemed unimpressed. "That's it? You dragged me out here for 'friendship?" He growled,"What a waste of time." He turned to leave, and Hinata felt violent disparity flow through him faster than a flood.

"NO! That's not what I meant, Kageyama-kun! Toboi! I LOVE YOU!" Hinata yelled out loud, grabbing Hinata's waist. Kageyama froze in his hold, not moving as the smaller male clutched to him.

"You.. You what?" Kageyama hissed.

Hinata shuddered, but still remained strong. "I.. I was going to tell you after the game against Shiratorizawa, but I didn't get the chance!" He admitted,"I.. I've loved you ever since that game in middle school, you were just so strong and I.. I just knew that I'd fallen for you. Please.. Just-"

Suddenly, there was a hand in his face as it threw him to the ground. Hinata gasped as he landed, losing all the air in his chest. He looked up to see the object of his affection backing away. "Get away from me, you fucking homo!" He yelled.

Hinata felt panic increase in his body, as he then held out his hands and tried to smother the rising anger. "Kageyama, I've only ever been in love with you, please-!" He tried to explained, but then Kageyama glared even darker.

"So you're a stalker too?!" He snarled.

"N-no-" Hinata tried to stutter.

"You're fucking disgusting!" Kageyama yelled,"Not only did you kill our chances of ever being famous players, you're a stalking homo cripple! You only joined volleyball for the boys, huh?! You're the most nasty person I've ever known! I hate you!"

Hinata's eyes felt tears tumble down his eyes, as he whispered,"T-that's not true!"

Kageyama sneered, asking,"Isn't it? You're sad and disgusting! Nobody likes you Hinata, you're a freak of nature, you ruin everything! I would never love someone like you! Why don't you just die and do the world a favor?!"

Kageyama turned and stormed away, leaving Hinata in a morose, sobbing state. He brought his knees to his chest, sobbing violently. He felt so horrible. He had no friends, he had nothing going for him, and his last hope rejected him.

It couldn't get any worse than this.

Unfortunately, it seemed that it could.

When Hinata went to his shoe locker a few days later, he opened his locker and a piece of paper fell out. He frowned, kneeling through the pain and picking it up. He unfolded it, and felt his heart clench up with pain as he read the simple word written on it.

'Faggot'

Hinata's eyes widened, shoving down the paper and then switching his shoes quickly. He felt panic crawling up in his system. People were staring again, whispering. But this time some were glaring, and others were laughing.

Kageyama told.. He told everyone.

Hinata stumbled quickly to his desk, and sat down with his eyes facing the desk. Almost instantly, some of the taller boys started to crowd him. Hinata tensed up violently, as they began throwing expletives.

"Hey gay boy," One sneered,"Hows your day today, suck any dicks at the glory hole last night?"

Hinata didn't reply, he was surrounded. Instead, the orangette turned his eyes towards the clock, trying to see how long it would be till the bell rang. But then one of the guys closest to him took it the wrong way. He grabbed Hinata by his collar, lifting him up to his much taller height. "What the fuck are you doing?! Trying to check us out!?" He snapped

The collar of his shirt was constricting Hinata, as he gasped out,"No! No! I wasn't!" The bully then let go, making Hinata land on his injured leg and cry out in pain.

"I don't believe you," One sneered,"Watch your back, fag." Hinata hunched over in his chair again, thanking God once again for the bell. The teacher walked in, and the lesson continued. But Hinata was terrified.

He knew they'd come after him during breaks, he was horrified. So, when the bell finally rang, Hinata stumbled to the front of the desk as quickly as possible. "Ah- Ah- Um.." He stuttered out,"Sensei, I was wondering if you could explain this again to me? I don't understand it.."

"Oh? Of course, Hinata," The teacher said, seeming thankful that Hinata was actually wanting to learn, while Hinata was just thankful the bullies couldn't get to him. But it wouldn't stop them forever.. Hinata knew that. But he could stall them for as long as possible.

It felt like that was all he could do..

Two Months Later

Everyone has a breaking point.

Hinata finally reached his after two months of torture.

The harassing and bullying got worse and worse, but Hinata never had enough evidence to tell a teacher. But as that thought pulled itself farther into his head, he also realized that he couldn't stop it from getting worse.

It started with more notes and insults. Then it got physical. Hinata had to start checking his shoes for tacks or nails every time he went to change his shoes, and it was almost always. He only fell for it twice, thank god.

People would throw things at him during class, or sometimes food if they could. The bathroom was no longer a safe place, people would chase after him, and he couldn't run fast anymore.. Or at all.

He had found himself having to leave school as fast as possible to be lost in the crowd, and that the only safe places he had was with a teacher or at his parent's class. But now that he'd been spending so much time with the teachers, his grades had been getting better, now that he understood things, but students started spreading rumors that he was having sex for the teachers. It was horrible.

Hinata was losing even more sleep thanks to his new anxiety issues, the constant stress of trying to become invisible so nobody hurt him, and the ever present loneliness. But he knew they still had several months of school left, but he thought he could make it..

He was wrong..

It was the end of the day, and as the bell chimed, the sensei said,"Hinata, please stay after class"

Hinata slowly walked over to the desk, ignoring someone's snide,"Oh, blowob time for the gay boy?" He kept his hunched, small position as he walked over to the sensei, and stood in front of the desk, looking at him. He had time, unfortunately his mother was going to be an hour late.

The teacher looked at him with a mix of pity and worry, before he cleared his throat, and declared,"I just wanted to congratulate you and pulling up your grades so fast. You've gotten much better in just the span of three months. Your exam scores were one of the highest in the class."

"Thank you sensei," Hinata softly answered, wondering what else the teacher could possibly be referring to. He didn't try to stop the hint of pride that filled his empty self-esteem at the compliment.

The teacher went silent again, before then he quickly declared,"I.. I know of several schools who have seen your recent scores and are interested in a scholar such as yourself. Many of them have honors program and test students for higher education to prepare them. And I was sure.. With everything recently, you'd probably want to have the options."

He reached into his dresser, pulling out a paper. "This is the list of schools that are interested, and a few others I found from other students who transferred," He explained,"You'll get letters in a few days, but.. I'm sure that you would like to have them sooner."

Hinata felt a little bit better, as he looked at the paper. He read their locations quickly, feeling curious. Tokyo, Gifu, Hiroshima, Hyogo, Kochi. Shiga, Miyazaki.. "They're all.. So far away from here.." He quietly mentioned.

"Yes, they really are," The teacher said,"And though I think that I am glad to finally have a first year interested in their education, I'd be much happier knowing you were safe and happy, even if that is all across Japan."

Hinata felt his mouth twitch, a tiny smile coming on his face. He knew his sensei meant well, and it made him feel so much better. "Thank you, sensei, I'll be sure to look into it," He said happily. "Have a good day"

He left the room after pushing his paper in his bag. He walked down the empty hall, and for a moment he felt like he may actually have a nice end to his day. He still had to wait for his mom, but he could at least visit the lab and check out these schools-

But suddenly, something slammed into him. Then, he was grabbed, and violently dragged on the ground for at least a minute during his dizzy spell. The they pushed him backwards. Hinata cried out, stumbling backwards and into a janitor's closet. He crashed into the floor, supplies crashing on him.

Hinata let out a whimper of pain, and quickly snapped open his eyes, trying to get out. In front of him, he saw a group of large, angry looking third years. He started the breathe out violently, on the edge of a panic attack.

"Well well, the little prostitute doesn't have his teacher fuck to protect him now!" The biggest snapped.

Hinata gasped for breath, trying to stand up. But the one on the side grabbed his hair and threw him down again. "Don't try and run, fag. We have to make sure you get what you deserve after trying to avoid us for so long," He sneered, before giving a questioning noise. "But what would be best?" He asked.

"Well, I mean he's gay. Why don't we make him suck us off? I'm sure he wouldn't mind at all," The third decided.

The one who seemed to be the leader then smirked, seeing Hinata attempt to scramble away. He threw Hinata's leg down, before grabbing his leg. He then gasped. "Oh! You really are a cripple! Need this shit to walk, huh?" He snarled.

Hinata whimpered, hearing the sound of a knife opening. He cried out as the knife dug in his leg, accidentally and purposefully as he shredded up Hinata's brace, throwing the metal parts away.

"There, now you can't get away," the tallest snarled, grabbing Hinata's shirt. He pulled the orangette forward, and Hinata began to panic again.

"HELP ME! HELP-" A fist slammed into Hinata's face, cutting off his tirade. The older growled as Hinata screamed out, desperate for help. The man then twisted his arm, and Hinata felt the snap as it happened. He screamed even louder from pain.

"Shut the fuck up, you little homo!" They yelled, kicking him and stomping on him. Hinata could only curl up and desperately try to block his screams, even when they stomped on his injured leg.

Eventually they let up, and Hinata desperately scrambled. They laughed, as if it was funny, as he tried to escape only to fall as his leg couldn't support him. Hinata was in fight or flight mode though, and began to crawl towards the stairs he best he could with a broken limb and another crippled one. "P-please s-someone.." He croaked.

Once he got to the edge of the stairs, they finally decided to end the 'punishment'. "This is what you get! You little faggot!" The last one brought his foot up, and then kicked Hinata's side. The orangette had no choice as he tumbled down the stairs, crashing on the ground and not even attempting to get up.

The third years walked by, and one of them declared,"I hope you learned your lesson." Then, they walked away. Hinata didn't feel any energy within him, he didn't try to move. He wanted to just fade away and die..

But then there were footsteps, and someone let out a shaky gasp. They ran over, and whispered,"Oh.. Hinata-kun.."

Yamaguchi..? Hinata weakly wondered, before feeling a surge of anger. He just wanted to die, couldn't everyone just let him die? Isn't that what they.. What Kageyama wanted?

The freckled boy watched Hinata open his eyes weakly. The boy was covered in bruises and blood, he had a black eye, and his pant leg was shredded, his shoe missing as well as his brace. His hair was disheveled and there were bags under his eyes, and his eyes.. They were void of all emotion, and staring straight ahead, not at him..

Hinata had always been a beacon of light to the team, to a lot of people. But seeing him like this, Yamaguchi could see that his sunshine was fading. Hinata had given up.. Yamaguchi also knew there was nobody to blame but the team, they started this all..

"Oh Hinata, I'm so sorry.." Yamaguchi whispered,"I wanted to help you this whole time.. But I was afraid.. Everyone on the team has gotten so selfish.. Daichi, Suga, and Asahi are never at practice, they're always out getting ready for college.. I don't think they knew what was going on.. Tsukishima threatened me if I tried to.. I'm really sorry.."

He reached down, pulling back at Hinata's violent flinch. He then moved forward again, pulling Hinata into a sitting position, before helping him stand. He then whispered,"I'll would take you to the nurse, but she left.. I'll take you to your house, I'm sure you have a first aid kit there."

They limped down the way, Yamaguchi supporting what little weight Hinata had left. It took longer than Hinata would have liked, though his arm was turning purple it was numb, though Yamaguchi hadn't noticed it. All the other wounds were superficial. Maybe Hinata would have been thankful for the company a few months ago, but he'd broken.

Once they got into the house, Hinata was thankful that none of his family was there. Yamaguchi then looked around for a moment, moving Hinata to the couch and saying,"I'll be right back, I'm going to find some stuff to clean and fix everything."

Hinata watched Yamaguchi go, before grabbing the edge of the couch and forcing himself up. Somehow, with only one leg and arm, he managed to get himself into the bathroom. He wasn't looking for the first aid kid, he didn't want that.

He dug into the cabinet. He pulled out as many pill bottles as he could. Pain killers, sleeping pills, anything. He uncapped them, feeling a different kind of need crawling up in him. He tipped one bottle back like a shot, swallowing the pills dry. He kept going until all the bottles were gone, leaning on the counter.

He felt the dizzy spell coming on, as if he was going to go to sleep. However, just as it reached him, Yamaguchi had walked towards the room. "Hey Hinata, I found the-" He then gasped, yelling,"HINATA! NO!"

Hinata turned to look at him, before he fell backwards. He craved that sweet release, uncaring of how Yamaguchi's echoey voice begged him to not faint, and was unconscious before he hit the floor.

Hinata's mother had gotten a call from the hospital while at work. Her son had tried to kill himself. She dropped everything, telling her boss what had happened before driving as fast as she could to the hospital.

In the waiting room, there was one of the kids from Hinata's team. He saw her, recognizing her and Natsu as Hinata's family, as he broke into tears. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't know that he was going to do it! I just left to find a first aid kit!" He sobbed out.

"What was the first aid kit for..?" Hinata's mother whispered, thankful Natsu was asleep. Yamaguchi sniffed softly, knowing he couldn't hide it. He brokenly admitted what had been happening at school, and what he knew about what led to this situation. It took several hours for him to explain, with how many times he started crying.

The woman sniffed shakily, and then went over to him, softly saying,"You did all you could do, I understand why you were afraid. Thank you for saving Shouyou.."

Yamaguchi continued to sob, as a doctor walked out and softly asked,"Misaki Hinata? Your son is going to live. But he will be on suicide watch, and he desperately needs to regain weight and sleep-"

"C-can I see him? Please," Misaki quickly added. The doctor looked up at her and the other two, and realized that they needed to see him before he listed anything else. They wouldn't focus then. The doctor nodded, leading them to Hinata's room.

In the room, Hinata's leg was wrapped in bandages and a new brace. There were a couple stitches, his left arm was in a sling. There was gauze on his forehead, his right cheek, and bandages all over his chest.

Natsu, who had woken up, softly whispered,"Nii-chan..?" She then squirmed from from Misaki's arms, and stood by Hinata's right hand, reaching out to hold it.

Yamaguchi sniffed softly, while Misaki went to Hinata's left side, wiping her eyes. Suddenly, Hinata shifted, and slowly began to open his eyes. He blinked in confusion, before depression overtook his features as he saw he was alive.

Turning to the side, Hinata finally noticed them. "M-mom..?" He softly whispered, as his mom finally broke out in true tears. "Oh Shouyou.." She whispered in pain, kneeling down so her head rested on his shoulder, he flinched at it, but then burst into tears himself.

"I.. I can't take it anymore mom.. I so tired.. I don't want to live anymore.. I tried to so hard t-to.. But.. I c-can't.. I'm s-so sorry.." He stuttered out, his voice shaky and cracking, from the screaming earlier.

Misaki whimpered at those words, as she knelt down. "It's okay, Shou, everything will be okay.. I promise.." She whispered,"Mother is here, no one will ever hurt you ever again, I won't let them.."

"No.. It always gets worse.. Never better.." Hinata whispered back, leaning his head to the side as his eyes closed. He couldn't seem to stay awake any longer, but it didn't faze Misaki. She continued to stroke his cheek and hair, feeling terrible guilt for not catching this sooner.

She sighed, shaking her head. "I'm not going to let this happen anymore.. I'm not sure how far those rumors and bullies spread it.. But I'm not sending Hinata back to that school," She whispered,"He doesn't deserve to hurt like that, he never deserved to hurt like that.."

"He never did," Yamaguchi softly agreed,"It wasn't his fault" Misaki nodded, stroking her son's hand for a moment. In that moment, the single mother made a decision. There was nobody to protest her, and she knew that nobody would have anyways, because they would have known that was Hinata's only hope.

The only hope to bring his sunshine back.

Staring down at her poor child, she firmly declared,"The Hinata family is leaving Miyagi… And we are never coming back."