Hands were touching him, that much Hinata knew. But he couldn't - well, didn't have the strength to open his eyes. Maybe he did have a lot to drink, and the water Kageyama made him have hadn't been enough.
But these hands were unrelenting, touching everywhere on him that made Hinata want to cry out, to scream at them to get away from him, but his tongue felt heavy inside his mouth and his throat closed up. Hands roamed up his chest, pushing up Hinata's shirt as they went, and then went to push down his pants, his boxers, until he knew he wasn't wearing anything on his bottom half.
Had he been drugged? Hinata could have frowned at that thought, if his mouth worked properly. Kageyama kept a keen eye on Hinata the whole evening up until he left, making his drinks for him so nothing like that would happen. But even then, he didn't have a drink at all after Kageyama left. So perhaps, the person who was touching him right now drugged him in his half asleep state? Hinata never wanted to cry so badly in his entire life.
The hands spread his legs apart forcefully, as if they knew Hinata was trying to put up as much a fight as he could. He tried opening his eyes, tried so damn bad, until he could see at last, even if it was through mere slits. The person above him was blurry, too blurry, like Hinata wasn't allowed to see them, to pinpoint who exactly this was so he could scream and cry out for help, or to even know the features of this person so he could tell someone about it, about what was happening that very second.
Hinata whimpered, slowly turning his head to the side, biting down on his bottom lip harshly. Ah, there it was. The final push and Hinata broke. The tears he had been holding back finally fell, Hinata knowing showing such signs of weakness only fueled this person to continue through with this horrid act. He wanted Kageyama here, he wanted him here so bad so he could witness this and make this guy pay, because he knows this person is a male, he knew.
Hinata mustered up all the strength he had, which wasn't much at all, and pressed both palms against the guy's chest, trying to push him away. All he got in return was even more brutal, more painful than it was before. His hands were held tight in the guy's strong grip as he relentlessly thrust into him, and Hinata knew that everything he had worked so hard for up to this moment was gone. Gone within the second this person touched him.
It seemed like forever, that this continued on and on and would never stop, until it did. The person pushed himself from the bed and walked out the door, Hinata hearing the faint 'click' of the door shutting. Hinata trembled violently, slowly curling up into as small of a ball he could. Fluids leaked out of him, ran down his thighs and stomach and onto the sheets beneath him. He felt disgusting. He wanted to shower and scrub his skin raw until nothing was left, no trace that that had even happened. He never wanted anything to be a dream so badly, a nightmare of real life situations that he thought he would never be a part of.
He waited, and waited, and waited, until he knew it was safe and that he could move again. Hinata slowly sat up, his stomach twisting, his eyes briefly glancing over the marks on his body that would turn into deep and ugly purple bruises come next morning. Something splashed onto his bare thigh, and Hinata jolted from shock at his own tears. He slowly, slowly, pulled his pants back up securely around his waist, finding that his phone was not in his pocket as it had been prior to the recent event. Hinata's heart jumped in his throat as he scrambled about the room, searching everywhere for his phone until he found it by the door, having been thrown by the guy.
Hinata turned on his phone and was assaulted by many messages coming from both his mom, Kenma, and Kageyama.
"Make sure to stop by this weekend and visit! It's your great grandmothers birthday on saturday, and we're all going out for dinner. Xoxo" Birth giver 7:30
"I found this new game recently, and I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and play it with me when you get the chance." Kenmaaaaaa 8:00
"My mom only called me to tell me that my cat fell off the roof today and had to go to the vet." Bakageyama 8:05
"I went back to the dorm because I forgot I had a test tomorrow that I really can't afford to miss. Text me when you are on your way back." Bakageyama 8:15
"Stupid, why haven't you texted me? At least I give you the decency with replying within a few minutes, dumbass." Bakageyama 8:37
"If you don't text me back in the next hour, I'm going back to the party to come and get you. You better not be getting drunk off your ass now that I'm not there." Bakageyama 8:50
"Seriously, answer me." Bakageyama 9:10
"Kageyama's messaging me, asking me if you are okay? You're probably asleep, since you usually fall asleep during cramming sessions anyway. Message him when you wake up." Kenmaaaaaa 9:15
Hinata furrowed his brow, feeling another bout of tears wash over him as he read the messages. He answered back quickly, assuring both Kenma and Kageyama that he fell asleep and was fine, and to Kageyama that he was heading back soon. He sent an affirmative to his mother before locking his phone, dropping to his knees by the door. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out every noise that hit him, wrapping his arms around his waist as if to protect him from what already had happened.
Every time he heard footsteps outside the door, stomping down the hallway or even stopping in front of the door he was behind only to turn around and go back down the hallway, made Hinata fear more and more for himself. He scrambled back until he hit the bed and pulled his legs up to his chest, burying his face in his arms, the sounds of his breathing reaching his ears. It sounded like he was drowning, drowning in his own heavy breathing that he could not control.
He wishes none of this happened. That this had all been a dream and Kageyama would burst through the door and tell him to wake up, you're late for class, dumbass and lead him into a life that had once been happy.
But Hinata couldn't even remember a time where he was happy, let alone think straight ever since the person left him alone in the dark room. His thoughts echoed in his head and it hurt so much, so much that Hinata buried his fingers into his soft, red locks and yanked, yanked so hard he pulled a chunk of hair out.
He didn't want to cry again, even though the guy was probably long gone. But showing weakness wasn't what Hinata was taught, and so he wouldn't show it, even if it hurt him to the core. He got up, his knees shakingly under him, and made his way out of the room, out of where he knew his happy life surely ended with a snap.
