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Chapter two: His dark side

Hinata stared out at the clear sky, and the sun just barely peaking through the horizon. Leaning on his bike, he sighed. Of course, nobody was there to see it. Oh no, Hinata made sure of that. If someone had seen him, Hinata Shouyo, sighing, he wouldn't hear the end of it. But, truth be told, he was quite unhappy at the moment. Him and Kageyama weren't getting anywhere, despite his efforts. In fact, if anything, he and Kageyama were getting further apart. Whenever he tried to talk to him lately, Kageyama ignored him even more often than usual. It didn't help that home was starting to be a place of horror, rather than joy…

"No! Stop thinking about stuff like that!"

"Oi, dumbass, what are you saying so early in the morning?" A rough voice tore him back to reality.

"Hey Bakageyama!" Hinata shouted cheerfully, smiling as bright as the sun. But if you looked closely, something wasn't quite right. Fortunately, or rather, unfortunately, Kageyama noticed that small thing.

"Is something wrong?" He leaned close to his face, but then pulled back almost immediately. Hinata's heart ached, and he felt something well up in his throat. But he swallowed it back down, and did what he always did. Act like everything was okay.

"Nothing's wrong! What made you have that idea? Come on, we're gonna be late if we don't hurry!"

~Time Skip~

[Hinata's POV]

Sinking into my desk, I plastered my usual airy and stupid smiling facade. People greeting me knew nothing, and I was determined to keep it that way. And as class started, I didn't even attempt to try and listen, seeing as being an idiot was also a cover. Low grades were something to be expected from me, although I was smart enough to be in the college prep classes. Deceiving people was elementary, and also fun. Even though I'd done such a great job of pretending, and closing off my heart, Kageyama… Kageyama was different. He understood me. Or, at least, I thought he did. "-inata! Hinata Shouyo!"

I stood straight up, as though someone had electrocuted me. Everyone around me started to laugh, and I forced a smile too, even though my back was stinging painfully. It was worth it, though. The road to popularity was either meant being smart, pretty, or funny. Being smart went against my character, and being pretty was… well, it wasn't something you could choose to be. Only select people are chosen to be beautiful, and I was not one of them. Shimizu-senpai, for example, was picked. Tsukishima, Kageyama, Oikawa… all of them were chosen to have a life full of wonderful things. I, on the other hand, was chosen to suffer.

I sat back down, ignoring the strain on my legs. The lesson started up again, and I immersed myself in my drawing. It was a small sketch of a volleyball, with black raven wings. I smiled down at it sadly. Lifting my pencil up to my paper, I added a small detail to the wings. Perfect.

Soon enough, class was over, and I started to pack up my things, talking animatedly to someone in my class -Kinjirou, I think- when I suddenly stopped. My heart resounded in my ears, and I moved a hand to where my back was. Blood had seeped through my white undershirt, and would be visible if I put my jersey on later. If I didn't leave quick, I would have to change in front of the team. Standing up quickly, I rushed out of the room, not even bothering to say my goodbyes.

My breath had become ragged before I had reached a bathroom. Peeling off my black outer coat, I started to unbutton the white undershirt. As I knelt down to pick up my volleyball uniform, my back slowly tore open again. Wincing slightly, I pulled the uniform over my head. All of a sudden, I heard the screech of the bathroom stall door, and then a gasp. I whipped around, my uniform still halfway on. There stood Kageyama, his face dumbstruck. It seemed as though time stopped. The drip of the runny faucet broke the unbearable silence that had engulfed the bathroom. Drip, drip, drip…

"WHAT IS THAT?!" I pulled the jersey over my head, and took a deep breath.

"Nothing. It is nothing." My face turned serious, something that I tried to avoid at all costs. I rarely ever showed this face, it was usually saved for important games.

"What's wrong with you? Of COURSE something happened!" Kageyama grabbed me roughly by the shoulder, and lifted up the black and orange fabric. His eyes scrutinized the scars. I could feel myself becoming self-conscious, and immediately shoved it back down. I glared up at him, and felt my face grow hot.

"What do you care? It's none of your business." I said, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. In a sudden burst of speed, I zipped past him. I made it to the main entrance before Kageyama had caught up to me. Perhaps it was my injuries. Or perhaps something deep down wanted me to be caught. Either way, he had managed to stop me. Then, he did something I wasn't expecting what so ever. He picked me up bridal style. Bridal. Style. Being picked up that way was almost as embarrassing as him seeing my scars. "Oi! What are you doing?!" I shouted.

By now, nearly anyone within a five meter distance had stopped what they were doing and started watching us. If my face could get redder, it did. "It's nothing! I sweat! Really! I just, uh, fell…" It was obvious that he wasn't having any of this, but he seemed to let it go. He set me down and motioned for us to go to the gym. We needed to get to practice, or else we would be in trouble. It also didn't help that Yamaguchi was still in the hospital…

To be continued…