His own eyes were met with brown ones. Shocked, he shouted. No sound came out. He wildly shook his head around, scanning his surroundings haphazardly. The Brown-eyed figure grasped his shoulders and shook his body, seemingly talking, yet he heard nothing. His eyes blurred in and out of focus, black dots ebbing at the edges of his vision, and he began retching up his breakfast. The arms that were supporting his body went numb, and collapsed out from under him. He almost hit the wooden flooring, but the child with the brown eyes pulled him up, and continued shaking. The black spots in his peripheral vision grew, and two figures ran up to him. The one with dyed hair began propping him up on his back, while the other with the bun pried the brown eyed child off of him and restrained him. Some men ran in with some sort of board, and the one with the dyed hair lifted him onto the board, but he didn't manage to see the rest before his consciousness faded away.
Ueno jumped to block the ball that the ace from Fukurodani spiked over the net. It bounced off his hands, and out of the court. Ueno's feet hit the ground at an awkward angle, and a sickening crack echoed through the gym, followed by the thunk of his head hitting the wooden floor. The silence that followed was broken by Hinata dashing over and Yanking Ueno off the floor, shaking him and shouting something similar to "Ueno, are you alright?!" Ueno shouted in surprise, his arms falling out from under him, and he began vomiting. Nishinoya and Asahi ran over, and assisted however they could. "His eyes are all weird, and he's not talking to us, and he threw up! I think something's wrong!" By this time, the coaches had already ran out to grab the first aid kit, and other measures for injury. They had been in this business long enough to know when someone was badly injured. The Fukurodani coaches pulled out their cellphone, and called 119. The rest of the volleyball teams stood by, not knowing what to do. The coaches returned with a stretcher, and Nishinoya pulled Ueno onto the stretcher, as Ueno lost consciousness.
"Ueno Hanami. Nice to meet you all!" The tall boy with a ponytail introduced himself to the group of volleyball players.
"Nice one! I wouldn't have been able to get that!" He cried out to Nishinoya
"Whoo! Nice Serve, Yamaguchi!"
"Nice Block, Tsukishima."
Nice was one word to describe Ueno Hanami. Light. Kind. Soft. Who was he inside? Sad. Unhappy. Trying to distract himself from the hell inside his mind, his home, his life. Scared. He was scared someone would find out how not okay he was inside. That was.. impossible. Right? That was true. Until junior high. Someone, someone. Someone found him crying. Screaming. Dying inside. His pain surfaced. Scars began to appear. He drew with silver, but the imprints were red. 'No one will know' 'They won't find out' Ha. Like that would happen. His life was a fucking dumpster fire.