Third Person's POV:

The next day Sammy wasn't feeling well after his panic attack, and his mom let him stay home. However, Sammy did go to school the day after because he had to meet Patrick after school. Sammy hasn't been sleeping too well or eating enough.

Sammy's POV:

I had asked Hinata not to wait for me today after school. Daichi and Suga had told me I wasn't allowed to practice, so I wasn't in a hurry. I still had to meet Patrick on the roof, but it didn't feel like the other times I had to meet him. It felt like it wasn't going to be anything like the last few times I had to meet him.

Maybe, he is finally decided to leave me alone and move on. I thought as the last school bell of the day rang.

"Shortstack, you going to actually get to practice today? Everyone knows you need it," Tsukishima asked, the sarcasm dripping into his voice.

"No, Team Mom and Dad said I couldn't," I replied, sticking my tongue out at him. "Besides, I don't need as much practice as your attitude does, Mr. Saltyshima."

"Tch," was the only answer I got before I walked out the door.

I think I'm starting to like Tsukishima. But, it's not safe for me to date anyone, right? I wondered as I walked up the stairs to the roof.

I opened the door and looked for Patrick, spying him over by the wall we were at last time.

"What took you so long?" He asked, getting in my face, yelling.

"I.. I, uh, Tsukishima asked me a question about volleyball," I told him, frightened.

"Right," he said, punching my face. "You seem to be getting close to him. Do you like him?"

"No," I replied, placing my hand on my check and feeling my face heat up.

"Well, it looks like the tranny has a crush," He declared a little too happy for my liking as his foot dug into my stomach. "Maybe, I should threaten him instead of your brother?"

He can't do that! I yelled to myself, getting up from the ground.

I took off running after I finally got to my feet, but I was feeling dizzy from the first punch. As I was about at the end of the stairs, I fell, allowing Patrick to catch up. He kicked me in the back when he finally got to me. I hear my voice ricochet off the walls. Dammit, what have I done now? I thought as he kept kicking me.

"You Fucking Bitch!" Patrick yelled, pulling me up by my hair. "Where did you think you were going, huh?"

"I... I don't know," I stuttered out as he pulled my hair harder. "Ah!"

"You must really want me to hurt you, Samantha," Patrick said as he was going to punch me again but something stopped him.

Nishinoya's POV:

I was on my way to practice when I heard someone scream, so I went to see what was going on.

No one should still be here. I thought all that was going on right now was club activities. I pondered as I turned the corner to see a white-haired guy pull another guy up by his hair.

I started to walk closer to them when I noticed the one was getting pulled off the ground by his hair looked like Hinata. I then heard the white-haired guy start talking.

"You must really want me to hurt you, Samantha," the red-haired guy said as he was going to punch the other guy or well girl again but I stopped him.

"It's not right to hit girls," I told him as my anger took over.

"Ha. She isn't a girl," he replied, pulling his arm from mine. "She likes being a he."

"So, that makes it okay for you to hit him?" I asked, pulling the other guy behind me.

He is really short. I thought as he held onto my shirt.

"Tch, whatever," the guy said leaving. "I'll be seeing you, Sammy."

"Thank you," Sammy said, letting go of my shirt. "You didn't have to do that. He would have stopped soon."

"He was hurting you, I couldn't just walk away from that," I told him. "We need to get you to the infirmary."

"I'll be fine," he replied, smiling at me. "Besides, you never told me your name."

"I'm Nishinoya Yuu, a second year, and libero of the volleyball team," I said, pointing a finger at myself. "You're Sammy, right?"

"Hai, Hinata Sammy, first year, and I'm also on the volleyball team," Sammy exclaimed, looking down at his hands.

"Oh... you're Shouyou twin brother!" I yelled instead of asking. "I do have one question or two."

"Yes," he replied, " ask away."

"So are you really a girl dressed as a boy?" I asked, looking him over. "Also does Hinata know what's going on with that asshole?"

"Yes, I used to go by the name Samantha, until close to the end of summer break when I finally told my family I was transsexual and started being called Sammy," he explained, sadness being transparent through Sammy's eyes. "No, no one on the team does, and I can't tell anyone. He told me he will make me watch while he hurts my brother."

Dammit, I knew I should have hit him. I thought as I tighten' my hands into fists.

I looked at him to see him watching me as if I was going to hit him also.

"I'm not going to hit you," I said as I relaxed my fists, and pulled him into a hug.

He cried for a while before passing out. I picked him up and carried him to the infirmary. When I got there, the nurse looked at him without asking any questions, but when she got to the part where she had a take off his shirt, I left the room and waited in the hallway. After a few minutes, I walked back into the room.

"So, how bad is he?" I asked the nurse.

"Well, considering he fell again, I would say fine, but he will have a few more bruises this time," the nurse explained as she left the infirmary.

"So, you tell everyone you fall, everytime you come here because of him?" I inquired, sitting down beside him.

"Yes," he replied, getting up from the bed.

"You're a stubborn first year ain't ya?" I asked sarcastically.

"No!" Sammy protested, putting his shoes back on. "I just don't wanna burden them with my problems."

"Well, it's not my place to say anything," I said, placing my hand on his shoulder, "but I'm here if you ever need me."

We then left and headed towards the volleyball gym. When we got there, Sammy was a little hesitant to go in.

Patrick's POV:

That bitch! She must have planned that, but would she really risk Hinata getting hurt? I thought as I walked around the corner.

I was so pissed that Samantha had tried to run from me and then having the short asshole stepping in my way.

"I have to find a way to break her," I said to myself, walking to practice.

"Evans, you're late!" my coach yelled, as I walked out on the field.

"Tch, whatever," I replied, quietly to myself.

"Patrick, you alright man?" the captain asked, placing his hand on my shoulder

"I'm fine," I said bitterly, walking to the outfield to warm up.

While I was warming up, I was thinking of the things I could do to Sammy to break her. After a while of thinking, it finally came to me. I thought of the perfect way to make her pay for everything.

Sammy's POV:

Nishinoya-senpai had taken me to the infirmary after I passed out on his shoulder. The nurse told me I needed to take at least five days off from volleyball. She also said I need to either learn to walk downstairs or come up with a better excuse. After she left, Nishinoya-senpai walked into the room. We left after I was finally able to get up off the bed, and when we got to the gym I was too scared to go inside because I knew the bruise on my face was to bad to be from a fall.

"You know, I could tell them I seen you in the infirmary, and that you were told to go home," Nishinoya said looking at my shaking hand on the door. "However, I want your number so I can text you after practice."

"Thank you," I replied, letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding, and putting my number in his phone. "That is my number. Please, tell me it's you when you text or I won't answer it."

"Okay, please be safe going home," he told me opening the door and going inside.

Ding Ding. I heard my phone go off in my pocket. Apparently, I had a text from Tooru.

Sammmy#13 was added to a chat by #1TrashKing.

#1TrashKing: Hey Tomboy-chan

Sammmy#13: Hello

#1TrashKing: Sammy, what's wrong?

Sammmy#13: Just shit, I've been benched for another few days.

#1TrashKing: Did you fall again?

Sammmy#13: Something like that. Why you crying? Stupid Trash Can!

Sammmy#13 has left chat.

Stupid Tooru making me feel worse! I thought as I opened the front door and walked inside.

"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled as I took off my shoes.

"Sweetie, you're home early," Mom said, walking out of the kitchen. "Where's Shouyou?"

"He had to stay for practice," I replied, keeping my head down so she couldn't see my face. "I wasn't feeling too well, so Captain dad sent me home."

"Sammy, why you looking at the floor?" Mom questioned, lifting my head up and seeing my bruised face.

I pulled away from her and ran up the stairs to my room. Mom knocked on my door a little while later.

"Honey, what's going on?" She asked, opening the door and walking in.

I just stayed laying face down on my bed. I didn't have the heart to tell her what was happening at school.

"Mom, I'm fine, " I told her, turning to face her. "There is nothing you can do. It's just a kid at school who doesn't understand me."

"Sammy, is this kid the reason you were in Shouyou 's bed the other night?" she inquired, looking upset.

"Yes, but Hinata has no clue what's going on," I said setting up, "and I don't want him to know."

"Fine, but if it gets worse, you better tell him," mom said as she got up and walked to the door. "If you use some foundation, it should hide it."

"Thanks, mom," I replied, jumping out of the bed and hugging her.

"You're welcome," she told me as I let go and went to her room.

I looked for mom makeup and put some on my face; it did cover the bruise. A few hours later, Hinata had finally gotten home. He told me about the volleyball team's ace and how he wants to go talk to him tomorrow. We ate supper and went to bed.

"Good night, Hinata," I said, laying down on my bed and falling asleep.

However, not even an hour later Hinata was shaking me away again.

"Sammy, what's going on?" He asked concern lasered all throughout his voice.

"I wanna tell you," I said, breathing in a breath, "but I can't. Hinata I can't see you get hurt."

"Who's going to hurt me?" He questioned, holding me tighter.

"The person causing all this," I explained, turning to look at Hinata. "He told me if I told you or anyone he would make me watch, as he hurt you ten times worse than he is doing to me now."

"Sam," Hinata said, his voice sounding broken.

"I'll be fine, tsuin," I told Hinata, hugging him and laying down on his bed.

Hinata fell asleep not long after we laid down, but I couldn't get to sleep. After a few minutes, my phone dinged, signaling I had a text from someone.

Sammmy#13 was added to a chat by Unknown Number.

Unknown Number: Hey Sammy, it's Yuu

Sammmy#13 changed Unknown Number to GuardianDeity#4.

Sammmy#13: Hey Yuu. Ain't it a little late to be messaging someone?

GuardianDeity#4: I'm just worried , and I wanna help you.

Sammmy#13: Well, you don't need to worry. We can be friends

GuardianDeity#4: Great!

Sammmy#13: Yeah, so did you want something?

GuardianDeity#4: About that guy today, how long has it been going on?

Sammmy#13: Yuu, this might be easier to talk about over the phone.

GuardianDeity#4: Really? Okay, I'll call you.

GuardianDeity#4 has left chat.

Ring Ring... My phone started to ring and I answered it.

"Hey, Yuu," I said as I pressed send.

"Hi, Sammy," he replied. "So, you wanna tell me?"

"Yeah," I stated, tears forming in my eyes. "It's been going one since the start of school."

"Sam," Yuu said, pausing for a minute, "I'm so sorry. Why is he doing this to you?"

"He's an ex-boyfriend," I answered, silently crying. "His name is Patrick. I told him about being trans, and he didn't like it and dumped me, telling me he was just using me. However, I thought he was going to a different school, but he failed the entrance exam and is now at Karasuno."

"What!" He screamed into the phone pissed. "Sammy, you need to let Hinata know, so we can help you."

"I can't," I bawled into the phone as another panic attack hit me.

Before I could say anything else I felt Hinata hug me.

"Tsuin, what wrong?" Hinata whispered to me. "Who's on the phone?"

I hand him my phone and he explains to Yuu what's going on.

"Nishiya?" He asked after looking at the caller id.

I didn't listen to what they said, I just laid in Hinata's arms and tried to calm down.

"Sammy has been having panic attacks since the beginning of school," Hinata explained to Yuu.

I was finally calm enough to tell them good night and I went to bed.

~Dream~

Hinata's POV:

I was still really worried about Sammy. He is getting worse, last week he had a really bad panic attack in the club room, and skipped practice again. Nishiya seems to know what going on, but for some reason when I ask him about is he just says Sammy will be fine.

"Hinata, are you listening?" Daichi asked me, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Hai," I stuttered as my face turned red.

"Tsuin, you okay?" Sammy asked quietly so only I could hear.

I didn't answer, I just shook my head no.

How could I be okay, if I don't know how to help you? I pondered to myself as we all got ready to start practice.

"Nishiya, who is Asahi?" I asked Tanaka was freaking out because I apparently said something bad.

"He is the ace of our team," Nishiya told me.

The ace? Why isn't he in practice than? I pondered, looking at Daichi and the others.

"It's true, he quit because he blames himself for us losing," Suga said.

I couldn't stop thinking about what they told me, so at lunch I dragged Sammy and Kageyama to find Asahi. We goto the third year's classroom and found Suga talking to him.

"Suga, tell Hinata to stop dragging people around," Sammy whined when he saw Suga.

"Hinata, you're brother's right," Suga said, sounding like a mother scolding a child.

Soon a rather tall guy stepped out the room next to Suga. Sammy was shaking a little, and I thought he was going to freak out or something.

"Asahi, time for career counseling," another student said.

Wait, that's Asahi? I thought just staring at him.

"Asahi, these are a few of the first years, Hinata, Kageyama, and Sammy," Suga explained pointing at us.

Asahi didn't say anything to us. Suga explained to us why he quit and won't join again. We then went to class and finished the day, later we went to practice.

~Next Day~

I wanted to go see Asahi again today, so at lunch I got Kageyama to go with me. However, Sammy didn't wanna go, but I dragged him along anyway.

"Hina-tsuin, why do you have to drag me along?" Sammy asked annoyed, but I could hear the worry in his voice.

"Because, I wanna talk to him again," I explained, "and I want to see why you were scared."

We finally go to the room Asahi was at and He was walking out. He was scared of not making it passed the blockers. I told him about my problem with being short and then the bell to end lunch rang.

Sammy's POV:

I stayed back and talked to Asahi when Kageyama and Hinata left.

"Y..you know H..Hinata looks to take your place as the ace," I explained stuttering a few times.

"Really?" Asahi asked me.

Man, he's really scary. I thought not hearing his question.

I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder and I freaked out.

"AHH… DON'T HURT ME!" I yelled, curling up in a ball on the floor.

~End Dream~

I shot up from Hinata's bed with a whimper as sweat ran down my face and back. I looked over at our alarm clock to see it was just four in the morning, but I knew going back to sleep wasn't going to happen. I got up and took a show; I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around what just happened. Because I didn't go with Hinata to meet Asahi. I think it might be a good idea to stay away from him.

What am I going to do if he does come back to the team? I wondered as I got out the shower. I'm so screwed.

"Sam, sweetie what you doing up at five am?" mom asked walking passed the restroom.

"Just a dream woke me up, so I decided to get ready for school," I explained to her, walking down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Alright, I have to leave early today, so you will have to take Natsu to school today," Mom said as she opened the front door. "Also, you might have to pick her up also."

"Okay, we'll see you after work," I replied, started everyone's breakfast.

God, today was going to be a long day. I thought as the food was cooking.

(Nightstep - Human)