Welcome back to another chapter. Thank you for giving this story a chance.
I apologize if the starting of this story is a little slow but I need to set the scenario for the plot to develope. Also, I'm gonna need some chapters to get the feel of the characters because it's the first time I write in their perspective. I've only recently come accross the anime and, of course, the fandom. I hope you can be patient with me.
Now, let's see what this new chapter brings us today.
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CHAPTER 2: … and cutting off wings.
Contrary to how almost everyone around his age normally felt, Hinata didn't really hate school. At least not until that day.
Granted, he didn't like studying. In fact, he considered it a modern form of torture that adults often forgot they once used to hate as much as he did too. But Hinata didn't hate the building itself or the fact he had to get up early every morning to pedal his way through a freaking mountain to get there.
It was true. The red head was used to early wake up calls from his alarm by now and the prospect of what awaited him at the other side of the mountain every morning was enough fuel to help him get through the physical exhertion.
Volleyball.
Hinata would do anything for volleyball, so having morning practice every day before class was just an added bonus to an already incredibly not terrible school experience.
And apart from all that, because volleyball was everything to him, Hinata got to spend time with his teammates and friends. He'd eat lunch with someone different every day because that's just how sociable he was. Somedays it'd be Yachi he'd spent all lunch break talking to, or his partner in crime (ehem, volleyball) Kageyama who usually didn't speak much but made for an excellent listener, if he wasn't insulting Hinata every five minutes that is. Sometimes he'd even skip buildings to find Tanaka or Nishinoya, his senpais always ready to welcome him to eat lunch with them. Other times Hinata would just pick a random person eating alone at a classroom desk and introduce himself, asking if he could join in.
All in all, you could say that the middle blocker of the Karasuno volleyball team, the first year named Hinata Shouyou, actually enjoyed school.
So, back to that day.
He'd started that day blissfully ignorant of the events that would transpire later on, a smile on his face as he raced Kageyama to the changing room to get ready for practice. Their captain had long ago given the setter the key to the place, given how early the two of them always got there. The fact he'd lost the race to the dark haired boy not managing to put a damper on his mood because soon enough they would begin tossing a ball back and forth between them to warm up before they got to practice Hinata's spike and Kageyama's tosses.
Life was good.
Life was really good, specially when he found himself in the middle of a spike, his hand ready for the afterburn sensation that always accompanied a perfect hit and a grin on his face when he felt he could fly, even if it was for only a couple of seconds, just the amount of time it took for him to lift off the floor in a powerful jump and for Kageyama to deliver the ball exactly where he needed it to slam his hand down and send it flying towards the other side of the net, that oh so invigorating view that he loved getting a glimpse off.
Hinata couldn't have realized that would be the last time he'd smile for a very long time.
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Practice had been over too quickly and soon the boys of the Karasuno volleyball team had gone their separate ways to spend the next several hours in their respective classes trying and mostly failing, at least on Hinata's case, to learn something useful for life. Though how burying his nose in a history book would serve his future, Hinata had no idea.
He still did his best though, because good grades meant he didn't have to skip any volleyball training camp and he wouldn't fall behind on his training. He couldn't let any of the other boys get ahead of him and he wasn't going to lose and be taken off the court because he was lagging his form. If he did, he'd never hear the end of it, specially from Kageyama. Not that he had anything to worry about because he'd promised himself and the setter that he wouldn't lose against him and he'd do anything in his power to stay on the court with him because their game was way better when they played together and that awesome quick spike they'd managed to master always made his mind go GUWAHH while the ball did FUMMM and Kageyama would twist his face into a smirk while he threw his fist in the air and go all YEAH!-
"Hinata? Hinata, would you please pay attention to what I'm saying once in a while?" his thoughts had been interrupted, the sound of a few snickers reaching him all the way from the back of the classroom which had made a light blush creep up his face.
"S-sorry, what was the question again?" his teacher had sighed in resignation. Daydreaming was just such a typical Hinata thing to do.
"Could you please read paragraph 4C of page 78?" Hinata hurried to find the text.
"Ah yeah, yes. Yes, Miss"
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Lunch hour couldn't have come fast enough.
Hinata had been waiting impatiently for the bell to ring so he could grab his things and sprint out of the room, his rumbling stomach following suit.
"Don't run Hinata!"
But the red head had been already out of earshot.
He'd wanted to reach the building that held the second years so he would have enough time to talk and have lunch with his friends.
"Aren't you guys excited for the next friendly match?" he had asked once Tanaka and Nishinoya had made room for him on their desks to place his lunch box.
"We've never played against that team before, so we better be ready" Nishinoya had commented in an uncharacteristic serious manner. The short haired boy, though, hadn't had qualms about loudly expressing his thoughts.
"We will squash them under our feet! We will wipe the floor with their tears! We will- ow!"
"No need to get all dramatic Tanaka" the libero had chastised after slapping the back of the other boy's head "Besides, it's called friendly for a reason"
Hinata couldn't do anything but laugh. Although he had internally agreed with his senpai. There was no way Karasuno would lose their upcoming game against their unknown rival. They'd been working too hard for that.
The rest of his lunch hour had passed in pretty much the same manner. Hinata and Tanaka disscusing what they'd do to celebrate their win and Nishinoya chastising them because there were still two weeks left for the game and it was useless to think about those things now.
Then the bell had rang and that's when things had stated to go wrong for Hinata.
"Shoot, I'm gonna be late. See you at practice!"
Hinata had meant to go back to his building before the bell rang because the urgent need to pee had stricken half way through lunch but now he'd be lucky if he made it in time to avoid his teacher telling him off for being late.
Maybe if I go here.
But no matter what bathroom he chose to go to, he'd be late either way. So the question wasn't where to go but if he could hold it enough until next period or not.
He'd stood outside the bathroom of the second floor in the second years' building for the exact amount of ten seconds before deciding he wouldn't have been able to survive another hour without relieving himself.
So he'd chosen to be late instead, rushing into the empty bathroom, everyone having already done their business before going back to class.
He'd meant to be quick, and he had been, his hands redoing the button of his school uniform pants before unlocking the stall door, but that was before the door was roughly pushed inward and a giant shadow fell upon him.
Contrary to how almost everyone around his age normally felt, Hinata didn't really hate school. At least not until that day.
A day that had more than just threatened to rip him of his innocence. A day that made Hinata Shouyou's wings, the ones he'd barely started to spread since he'd joined the Karasuno volleyball team, feel like they'd been violently cut off his back.
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I'm not in love with the ending but I decided to post it either way because I didn't want to wait another few days to post the new chapter.
I promise things will move along plot-wise once I set the stage for the events to unfold.
Also, Kageyama on the next chapter! Yeeeeyyyy!
Again, thank you so much for your patience and for having clicked on this story in the first place.
So, any thoughts on what's been posted so far? I'd love to know your opinion.
I'll go write the next chapter now!