Ex Abused! Daichi 1 year. Ex Abused! Noya 6 years. Abused! Hinata AU TW: suicidal thoughts, abuse, depression, self-harm, anxiety and insomnia. Hinata never had a little sister because his mother died before she was conceived.

Hinata's POV~~

I came home ten minutes late. Apparently, that was enough. I guess I should have been used to it. He'd been doing this for fourteen years. Ever since my mother died when I was two. He'd started abusing me. He was what most people would call my father. I could have easily moved away from my father's fist as it came towards me, my reflexes were quick but I couldn't bring myself to move. As his fist collided with my face, I knew there'd be a bruise in the morning. I slid down the wall just in time for his boot to connect with my stomach…

It had passed like that for about twenty minutes before he finally grumbled indignantly before stumbling back to the couch, it was the anniversary of her death today. And the anniversary of the start of all this. Until I was two years old I had two loving parents. Everything changed when my mother up and left one day, and a week later they found her car wrecked on the side of a dirt road. Something inside my father snapped at that moment and it has never been fixed.

I pulled myself up from the floor as slowly as possible, all of me groaned in protest as I dragged myself toward the stairs.

'Maybe you'd be better off dead, your father doesn't love you.' The voice inside my head chided. I knew it was right and I mulled over the words as I climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and slid down an adjacent wall. There was never any food in the house and I looked inescapably small in the hoodie I was wearing. I chocked back a sob and contemplated what to do. I checked the time. It was ten-forty at night.

I thought to send Kageyama a text, but I didn't know what to tell him. I pocketed my phone again and only had one thought on my mind.

'I need to get out of here.'

I opened the bathroom window. It wouldn't have been big enough for any normal human to get out of, but for someone like me, who was way to small realised it was the best way out. So, that's what I did. I climbed out the window like some reverse Santa Claus gig. I made my way onto a flat roof, where the ground floor stuck out slightly. I then proceeded to shimmy down the drainpipe.

As soon as my feet hit the squishy earth, I ran. It was around twenty minutes later when I found myself in a secluded park. I checked the time again to discover it was eleven- o'five. I sat down on a bench and didn't even care as tears fell from my eyes. I curled up on the bench and kept crying and heaving uneven breaths.

Nishinoya's POV~~

I couldn't sleep, try as I might. It seemed it was one of those days, when I was thrust into flashbacks of my younger self. Not happy memories like one would expect. But ones of cowering in corners as hands reached to slap me, ones of the feeling of suffocation as I remembered my first anxiety attack. I told my foster parents I was going for a walk. It was late, but I needed a break.

I neared a small park and checked the time on my phone. It read eleven-fifteen. I assumed I'd be alone but that thought was quickly squashed as I heard sobbing coming from a nearby bench. It was coming from a small person, drowning in an oversized hoodie. Whom one could have easily mistaken for a child no more than eleven. I heard the person mutter resentfully.

"fourteen damn years, I can't believe he's been doing this to me for fourteen damn years."

I didn't know quite what they meant, but the voice gave me key information. It was a teenager, most likely a male. The teen pulled up his hoodie sleeves revealing a deadly spider web of scars.

I assume he'd been referring to himself in the third person, indicating he may have been self-harming for that long. But then I caught something subtle higher up his arm. Various fading bruises in the shape of a grown mans hand. Then I instantly understood what fourteen years meant. The teen hadn't noticed me yet, and I finally decided to make my presence known.

"Uh- are you okay?" I asked awkwardly, already knowing the answer was a strong no.

The kid squeaked, it was a startled sound that sounded familiar to me. I couldn't quite pick up where I'd heard it before.

"Hello, I'm Noya. I couldn't help but notice you're in a bit of a predicament." I said softly.

"I know who you are." The voice hidden within the hoodie choked out.

I looked at the hooded teen more closely and noticed a few strands of shock orange hair sticking out from the hoodie they were wearing. And it was at that moment I knew exactly who my unknown companion was.

"H-Hinata?" I asked softly. The teen sighed and I took that as a yes.

"What happened? You don't have to tell me. But I think I understand." I stated softly. I heard him choke back a sob.

"Okay, firstly. Who is he?" I asked kindly. I didn't touch him because I knew he'd flinch away.

It must be awful. If fourteen years meant just as I thought. I never could have had it as bad. I had been abused for six years before I was finally able to tell a teacher at my junior high school. If he really had been suffering quietly for fourteen years- I had another horrible thought, Hinata was sixteen, and that meant this started probably as soon as he learned to walk.

I heard him shudder beside me.

"He is my father." I'd never heard the sunny boy sound so broken, so depressed.

I was mad at myself, how had I not seen the bruises? How had I not seen the scars? Both hiding in plain sight.

Why had I not followed up on what I thought when I first saw him. Nobody his age or my age should be this small. I knew I was small because I was starved when I was younger, stunting my growth. I assumed he may have been natural small, because none of the other signs were clear back then.

He pulled his hood down and I could see the stain of a bruise forming on his face, his normally energetic eyes looked tired and out of place. He turned away from me briefly and threw up into a litter bin. I checked the time. Midnight. I sent a text to my foster parents, telling them I'd bumped into one of my friends and I was staying with him for the night.

When Hinata finally stopped retching five minutes later he turned to look at me.

"Why are you here Nishiya?" He said between coughs.

"Couldn't sleep, I was abused when I was a kid, for six years. I still get nightmares." I admitted whole heartedly knowing he'd know exactly how I felt.

"It's been fourteen years, after she died-" He started sobbing again.

"Did he start abusing you?" I asked him softly. Hoping I'd misunderstood.

He nodded in response. I'd never seen him look so vulnerable.

"I'm going to call Daichi. Now- don't freak out. He was abused for a year when he was younger, we won't tell anybody unless you want us to." I said finally grabbing my phone.

I called Daichi and quickly told him to come to the park when me and Hinata were currently. He arrived ten minutes later.

Daichi's POV~~

As the captain of the team I was always told to expect many issues that would need sorting out. But when I was phoned by a panicked sounding Noya I instantly knew something was up, me and him were both abused as kids and I'd never heard him sound that stricken since he told me he used to be abused.

Naturally I went to exactly where he told me he'd be as quickly as possible. I was expecting Noya himself to be in trouble. But I got quite a shock when I noticed who Noya was sat next to. Hinata.

"Daichi, do you remember when you said I had it really bad when you realised I had been abused five years longer then you did?" Noya asked. He was rushing, tripping over his words. I nodded, ushering for him to continue.

"I'm way out of my depth Daichi. It's been happening to him for fourteen years!" He cried out pointing at Hinata.

"Eight years longer Daichi, Eight years." He mumbled.

"Daichi... Nishiya… Help." Hinata gasped out, before passing out and falling off the bench.

"Fuck!" Noya yelled.

"Is he even breathing?" I asked sprinting over to him. He wasn't…

"Shit! He's not breathing. Call an ambulance!" I yelled.

Noya did exactly as told and called emergency services, an ambulance arrived ten minutes later…

Aaaaaah sorry for that cliffhanger my darling angels. I'm sorry I abuse these wonderful children.