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Today was not like any other typical day for Hinata. He was just supposed to go through his normal, daily morning routine without flaw. Today, however, was completely terrible.

As if Hinata had not already had been stressing out about being gay and all that, his father just had to go and ruin things for Hinata largely. Hinata had just recently, last night actually, found out he was gay. To have his father come across something embarrassing like an 'Are you gay' quiz and physically warn him not to be gay, which is something that cannot be helped, can really ruin someone's day. In this case, it was Hinata's day, his whole life actually; and his homophobic dick father ruined that.

Hinata had planned not go to school because of all of this bullshit his father did to him, but unfortunately, his father forced him to go in order to not arouse suspicion.

Hinata was becoming a little too stressed out as he desperately tried his best to come up with a reasonable excuse for why he was late to school and morning practice with a black eye all while riding on his bike to school. Riding his bike to school with a fresh, throbbing black eye was not the easiest thing in the world.

Eventually, Hinata came up with a reasonable excuse as to why he had a black eye and why he was late. He was going to say Natsu left one of her jump ropes on the stairs, and Hinata had tripped on it while walking down the stairs in the morning. As for the late for school part, if anyone questioned it, he would just say he was seeing his mother and sister off before they left for their trip. Hinata stopped stressing out when he finally came up with a reasonable excuse.

Hinata was starting to get tired from all the pedaling. He was not usually this worn out; in fact, he was usually in great shape. Oh yeah…maybe it was because I did not eat breakfast this morning and woke up late, that is all.

Finally reaching the school, Hinata parked his bike and practically ran towards the school. It was currently lunchtime, and he had to get to his usual spot on the roof in order to get to Kageyama.

But wait…should I really go?

Hinata was not sure if he wanted to talk to Kageyama. Kageyama his crush.

But wait! I am not gay! I cannot be! Even if I am, my father will beat me up for it again. Uhhhhhh this is so frustrating. Moreover, I might actually view Kageyama differently than I did before, because I like him. You know what, screw it, I am going for it. Besides, what could possibly go wrong?

Everything could go wrong.

Concluding in his decision, Hinata decided to go and eat lunch with Kageyama despite the gut feeling telling him that eating lunch with Kageyama would result in disaster.

As he entered to school, the hallways were surprisingly emptier than usual. This did not bother Hinata at all; in fact, this meant that Hinata had fewer people staring at him and his swelling black eye. Just like expected, the few lingering students in the hall stared at Hinata as if he was some alien. It wasn't every day you saw a usually jumpy, hyperactive high school student strolling down the hallway with a black eye.

Finally reaching his locker, he unlocked it and opened it up. Putting his backpack and all of his books inside, he reached in his backpack to get his lunch.

Shit…

Hinata forgot his lunch.

Of course, he did; hence, the fact he was out the door in a rush trying his best to get to school. Sighing a sigh of defeat, Hinata slammed his locker shut, earning a few more stares his way, and walked towards the bathroom. Looks like this is where he will be spending the rest of lunch period. There would be no point in eating lunch with Kageyama if he did not have a lunch at all.

Quickly slipping into the bathroom, he took a good look at himself in the mirror. He did not get the chance to look at himself in the mirror on the way to school because he was in a hurry. In fact, he did not get the time to do anything at all, unfortunately including brining his homework to school.

Holy…!

Looking in the mirror was something Hinata had wished he had done earlier. If he did, maybe he could have presented himself a little bit more.

His eye was more terrible than he had thought it was. It was black and blue, obviously, and had bloodstains around the corner. The eye itself was red and puffy, and not just from the punch he took from his father. His other eye was better than the left eye, but it still looked bad. His right eye was red and puffy, only from crying. It had dark circles under it due to the lack of sleep he had last night.

To make matters worse, not only did his eyes look terrible, but also the rest of him looked just as bad. His hair was a jumbled mess, way worse than usual. His shirt was all jumbled up and untucked, and his whole body figure was hunched forward.

The worse part of it all definitely had to be his facial expression. His usually cheery look on his face was still there, but it had dullened. There was also a look of confusion and helplessness on his face.

Oh, God did Hinata look horrifying.

Quickly readjusting his shirt, fixing his hair a little bit, and putting on a smile, he looked in the mirror.

Much better…

Hinata's thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as the bell rang for all of his afternoon classes. Sneaking another glance in the mirror before walking off, Hinata turned away from the mirror and walked out of the bathroom.

Almost immediately, everyone in the hallway turned to stare at Hinata, and that was many people. It was not as if everyone was silently gawking at Hinata, but more like everyone was stealing a few glances her and there at Hinata. To be frank, it was starting to annoy Hinata.

Ignoring every one and their stares, he quickly made his way to his locker, opened it, and got everything he needed for his afternoon classes, closed the locker, and walked to his next class. He wasted no time doing anything that might take up unnecessary time. Hinata had one goal and one goal only; make it to class on time.

Unfortunately, for Hinata, today was Tuesday, which was another thing to add to his list of 'What makes this day the worst'. Every Tuesday, Hinata's class right after lunch was on the other side of the school, which made transportation difficult for Hinata.

The last thing Hinata needed was for him to be late to class. He had already missed all of his morning classes, and he didn't need to miss his afternoon class either. Fortunately, he made it to his class on time. Hinata thought he had looked better than before, but after running from one end of the school to another brought Hinata's mood down a lot.

Sliding the door to his first class of the afternoon open, he prepared for the worst.

As expected, all heads turned to Hinata and his black eye. What especially worried Hinata the most, was the look on Kageyama's face. As Hinata's glance shifted over to Kageyama, who was looking handsome as ever-

Holy Shit stop!

Quickly turning away from Kageyama, no longer being able to look him in the eye, Hinata once again ignored the stares and comments from people and swiftly made his way to his seat.

Seriously people! You all act as if you have not seen a black eye before!

Slumping down in his desk, Hinata plopped the books he needed for this class on his desk, which was math, and buried his head in his hands.

Wait a minute, math…

"Good afternoon punks! Ready for another lesson in hell!"

Oh great…

Hinata knew that everyone hated the math teacher. It wasn't an opinion, but a fact. The teacher was obnoxious, rude, annoying, loud, and terrible teacher. However, no one knows how this is; everyone passes his classes and gets A's on all of his tests and exams. Even though the teacher is rude, he still gets the lesson in your head.

Nevertheless, that doesn't change the fact that everybody hates him; for a good reason too.

Children, his students, knew the teacher for his rude and obnoxious behavior in particular. At least once a week there would be a complaint to the principal, reporting a case of "Teacher bullies student". Unfortunately, for the students of Karasuno, the math teacher was known as the classic, cliché, teacher who would pick on its students.

Hinata did not want to start his day at school like this. Well, it is not as if the beginning of the day was very good either.

As the teacher made his way over to his desk, everyone began shuffling in his or her seats. Yes, they should have gotten used to his rotten presence by now hence it is already April.

He is just that bad.

Not even five minutes into class and he already picks on someone. Unfortunately, for Hinata, it was him.

"Hinata, what the heck happened to that eye of yours?"

Hinata responded with the lie he came up with earlier this morning. "W-Well I-"

"Never mind, I don't care. You probably got beaten up by some bullies, and couldn't fight back because of you girly figure."

G-Girly f-f-figure…? Is that what I am?

"Well never mind that, let's get started with-"

Now it was Hinata's turn to interrupt him. He stood up, grabbed all of his stuff, and ran out of the classroom so damn fast no one could have stop him even if they had tried. Hinata ran straight for the bathroom, looking at the floor the whole time, trying his best to control his uncontrollable tears. Fortunately, for Hinata, there was surprisingly no one in the hallway. Finally reaching his destination, aka the bathroom, Hinata pushed the door open so fast he nearly tripped. Going into one of the stalls, he shut the door, and poured all of his stuff on the dirty bathroom floor.

Hinata sat on the toilet and put his knees up to his chest and sob; sobbed and thought, hoping no one would enter the bathroom.

Hinata let the tears let loose. He started sobbing and sobbing, not stopping, tightening the grip on his legs harder with each sob.

Do I really have a girly figure? Wait! IS it because I'm gay? No, no, it can't be. No one knows that I'm gay. But wait, I can't be gay, my dad won't let me! But I am! UHHHHHHH.

Hinata's tears were uncontrollable at this point. The harder Hinata tried to suppress his tears, the harder they flowed. Finally, giving up, Hinata let loose his grip on his legs, bringing them to the floor. Hinata hunched his head and back over so they were looking at the floor in between Hinata's legs. As the tears flowed, they eventually started to soak all of his textbooks and other belongings; not as if he cared anyway.

Wait a minute…

When have I ever been so sad before? I'm usually happy! Holy shit I'm crying, what am I doing…I need to stop, like immediately!

Breaking out of his depression thoughts, Hinata quickly gathered all of his things, picking them up off of the dirty bathroom floor, and exited the stall. As Hinata looked in the mirror, a small gasp escaped his lips as he looked at his face. His black eye looked a little bit better, but his eyes were red and puffy from crying, even worse than from earlier this morning. Hinata, putting his books down on the floor once again, turned on the sink and splashed his face with water. Feeling a little bit better than before, Hinata proceeded to walk out of the bathroom, only to be interrupted by the person he least wanted to see right now. Well, second least.

It was Tsukishima.

Hinata immediately looked down at the floor, trying his best to avoid his gaze. Swiftly, he ran past Tsukishima in an attempt to pass by him before he would question him. The last thing he wanted was for Tsukishima to bully and make fun of him even more fore crying; Hinata looked pathetic, even more than this morning. In his current state, Hinata would make the perfect subject for teasing.

Considering Hinata's current luck today, it was no surprise when Tsukishima reached his arm out and grabbed Hinata's shoulder with a firm grip. He obviously did not intend to let him go.

But…why would the stingy, rude Tsukishima care about me?

"Why are you crying? And what the hell happened to your eye? Where were you at morning practice?"

Hinata looked up from the ground and bravely met Tsukishima's gaze. His face still held the bored, expressionless expression, but his eyes had a gleam of curiosity and concern.

Hinata, who did not intend to spill the truth to Tsukishima, tried his best to come up with a lie on the spot.

"I-I fell down the stairs and i-it randomly s-started hurting…!"

Well…that certainly did not go as planned

Tsukishima, who did not believe Hinata's lie one bit, tightened his grip on Hinata, causing him to flinch in surprise.

Luckily, for Hinata, Tsukishima was not the type of person to press on a problem. Hinata visibly relaxed as Tsukishima removed his hand from Hinata's shoulder. "I know your lying, but you don't have to tell me anything," and with that, Tsukishima walked off.

Hinata stood there, frozen in the hallway, trying his best to suppress his tears. Why did all of the bad things have to happen to Hinata? As the day went on, all of Hinata's issues and problems just seemed to get worse.

Hinata spent the rest of the day in the bathroom, which was probably not a good idea. In fact, it was probably one of the worst decisions Hinata had ever made, because after school, before afternoon practice, Hinata's English teacher called him into an empty classroom.

Before leaving the bathroom, Hinata stole yet another glance at the mirror. He looked much better than this morning. It was probably because Hinata had taken the time to calm himself down before leaving for afternoon practice.

After leaving the bathroom, Hinata anxiously made his way over to the English classroom, which was close to where Hinata was currently located. Sliding the door open, Hinata made his way inside the empty English classroom, where the English teacher was patiently waiting.

Closing the door behind him, Hinata took a seat in an empty desk close to wear the teacher was sitting, but not close enough to make Hinata puke.

"I think you might know why you are here, Hinata." The English teacher said as she stood up from here seat.

"I-I'm sorry, sensei," Hinata replied quickly, "for skipping all of my afternoon classes!"

Hinata got up off his seat and bowed to his teacher, trying his best not to let the tears slide.

I hope she is not mad! What if she is? What if I can't play volleyball anymore?

Confusion overtook Hinata as the English teacher let out a really loud laugh. She sat back down in an empty desk, and looked over at Hinata. Slowly rising from his bowing position, Hinata met his English teacher's eyes. They held a gleam of sympathy, which made Hinata even more confused than he already was before.

"Don't worry about that, Hinata. You probably had a good reason too anyways."

"…huh?" She is not mad at me?

"That's not what I had planned to talk to you about, Hinata. Well, ok fine, a little bit about that. What I was going to say was a student came up to me and told me about what the Math teacher had said to you, and I wanted to talk to you about it just to see if you were ok. After hearing that you skipped all of the afternoon classes, I would assume that his words really got to you, Hinata. If you want to explain to me, or vent out your feelings, I'm all ears."

After hearing all of that, Hinata released a long, anxious breathe that he didn't even notice he was holding. His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he took a seat back down in the empty chair. Hinata did need to talk to someone about his problems, but he wasn't sure if he was capable of doing that without breaking down.

Hinata liked the English teacher, because she was nice and understanding. She didn't seem like the person who would judge someone based on whether they were gay or not, so Hinata was starting to believe telling her would be a good decision. Now of course, Hinata, under no circumstances, will tell her the truth behind his black eye, but might tell her about everything else on his mind.

After all, his day could not possibly get any worse than it already is.

Taking in a deep breathe, Hinata prepared for what could be the savior of his problems.

"….u-uh"

Unfortunately, for Hinata, not a single understandable word came out of his mouth. WHY THE FUCK CAN I NOT SPEAK!

Unable to process any more words, Hinata started to panic. A couple seconds later, Hinata began to cry. Not because he was sad, but because he couldn't build up the words to express his feelings to his English teacher.

"Hinata, don't cry darling. You don't have to tell me anything right now, but at the end of every day I'm free if you want to talk. Oh! Crap, sorry. I just remembered, you usually have afternoon volleyball practice around this hour, don't you? Sorry for making you late!"

With that, the English teacher got up, and exited the classroom.

Hinata sat in his empty seat for a while, thinking back on what had just happened. If only I told her! If only I fucking told her!

However, the English teacher was right. Afternoon practice was around this hour, and Hinata needed to play volleyball as soon as possible. In fact, Hinata was five minutes late to afternoon practice! Getting up from the chair, Hinata flew out of the classroom as fast as he could, which was pretty fast considering he had done it three or four times today, and raced as fast as he could to the clubroom.

After a few minutes of heavy running, Hinata had reached the gym. He was scared of what his senpais would say to him for missing morning practice and the first five minutes of afternoon practice. The person he was scared of most, however, was Kageyama.

This practice was going to be the end of him.

"Coach Ukai, why exactly are we having more extra away practice on a Wednesday? We can't just skip school can we?" Daichi, who was currently talking with Coach Ukai, asked.

"Well, we did do the long week training camp during the summer, but they decided on doing an extra one this week before the Spring High-Miyagi prefecture representative playoffs took place. Yes, I know, it was very sudden, but apparently, something happened down in Tokyo, so the schools are closed. I mean, what is the harm in extra practice?" Coach Ukai explained.

Daichi nodded his head in response, "Makes a lot more sense, after you explained it."

"Yeah, well we should explain it to the team after-"

Coach Ukai's sentence, and the rest of Coach Ukai and Daichi's conversation, was immediately by a very bored Tsukishima standing a few feet away from them. After he coughed loudly into his hands, the Coach stopped talking and looked over at Tsukishima along with Daichi.

"Tsukishima, did you need something?" Daichi asked Tsukishima, who was acting bored as ever.

Tsukishima opened his mouth to say something, but was rudely interrupted by the sound of the gym door opening. Hinata, who looked like crap, walked inside of the gym.

"Sorry for being late!" Hinata yelled, as he bowed to the team. After apologizing for his tardiness, Hinata made his way over to the side of the gym to get ready for practice.

"Tsukishima…" Daichi said, waving his hand in front of Tsukishima's face, "do you need something?"

"Never mind, it's nothing." Tsukishima sighed, and walked away without saying another word to anyone.

Wonder what that was about…

After rushing out of the school in record speed, Hinata made his way over to the clubroom. Getting changed as fast as he could, he set down his stuff as fast as he could and rushed over to the gym. Looking at the clock on the school, he realized that he was already twelve minutes late, and his team was going to get suspicious. Hinata didn't feel like explaining to the whole team why he had missed out on morning practice, but he knew that it was going to be necessary.

Approaching the gym, Hinata took of his shoes, got his indoor shoes ready, and opened the door. Upon entering, everyone turned to look at Hinata. "Sorry for being late!" He yelled across the gym

"Hinata! What the hell happened to your eye?"

"Why were you late to morning practice?"

"Are you ok? You look like shit!"

Hinata was trying to do his best blocking out the questions that were coming from none other than his two senpais, Nishinoya and Tanaka. Thankfully, however, Suga came to Hinata's rescue

"Leave him alone you two! Go back to practice like everyone else is." Suga said to the two boys, who were feeling defeated. Hinata let out a breath he had been holding, which he has done twice today, and turned to thank Suga.

"Thanks for helping me out, Suga-san!" Hinata thanked him.

"Any time. I do have to ask, though, what did happen to your eye?" Suga asked, giving Hinata his signature "momma questioning look".

Hinata shrugged his shoulders and did his best to try to remember the excuse he came up with on the way to school. "I-I accidently t-tripped on one of my sister's jump ropes that was lying on the steps and f-fell down the stairs…" Hinata nervously rubbed the back of neck.

Hinata did not think Suga would by it, considering he was the "mom" of the team, but he did not think Suga would pester him about it either. Both fortunately, and unfortunately, both of Hinata's thoughts were true.

"Oh, ok. Well, Hinata, I hope you get better! Also, was that the reason you missed morning practice?"

"U-Ummm…no. My sister and mom were leaving for a trip and I wanted to see them goodbye."

Suga nodded in response, and walked off to join the others for practice. By the look on Suga's face, Hinata could tell that he knew Hinata was lying, Thankfully, Suga isn't the type of person to press on a certain matter, and Hinata was sometimes glad for that.

After properly stretching and warming up, he shortly joined the team. First, they worked on receives. Fortunately, for Hinata, he could still focus on volleyball, and nothing else that involves his personal or love life. He didn't make all of his receives, but he didn't miss all of them either.

"Oh, time for spiking!"

Oh shit….spiking meant

Hinata turned around to find Kageyama ready in his usual setting position. There was just no way, no fucking way he would practice with Kageyama in this state. He was sure that he will get distracted by the way he sets, and how his shirt rises up, and all the other crap like that. Going in line to spike with Suga would be the best choice, but people would question him.

Hinata was just going to go for it, so he got in line to spike with Kageyama. After all, their quick did need to work in order to win games, both practice and official.

He was second in line and started to feel nervous. He wasn't going to throw up, but he wasn't sure if he would be able to make a perfect set or not.

"Hinata, dumbass! Are you going to go, or not?"

Hinata quickly exited out of his thoughts and turned to face a very angry looking Kageyama. The good thing was, he wasn't having any thoughts. Maybe Kageyama's scary face scared Hinata into thinking normally again.

Hinata sighed, and jumped up to spike like he usually did. He ran up a few feet away from the net, positioned his feet just right, swung up his arms and…..

Damn! Kageyama is cute when he sets!

"What the-" Hinata said out loud, before jumping right into the net, falling onto the floor with a loud 'thud', rolling onto the other side of the court.

After falling, everyone rushed to Hinata and crowded around him in a circle. Everyone started crowding around him, asking him all of these questions, and it looked Hinata was a little flustered.

Since when was Hinata ever flustered?

"Ok everyone! Give him some space, and go back to practice." Daichi said, motioning for everyone to go back to practicing spikes. After everyone left Hinata to go and practice, with the acceptance of Daichi and Suga.

"You alright, Hinata?" Daichi asked, while offering a hand to help Hinata up from the ground. Hinata gladly accepted it, and jumped up to his feet with a bright (fake) smile of his. "Don't worry; I'm fine and ready to go! I accidently tripped for some weird reason, but I am fine now!" Hinata said, trying his best to convince his senpais that he was all right.

Suga, however, looked unconvinced.

"Hinata, are you sure that you are ok? I mean, that was a pretty hard fall there. Not to mention, you also have a black eye, Hinata." Suga said, with a worried glance.

Hinata, who was expecting this, replied with a quick response. "Don't worry, Suga-san! I'm sure I'm ok!" Hinata said, while putting on one of his brightest smiles.

"If you say so…just be more careful, alright?" Daichi said, shooting Hinata a worried glance.

"I'll me more careful, I promise!" Hinata said, while giving them a thumbs up.

After the mess was all sorted out, Hinata got back into the line with Kageyama in it. When it was his turn to spike, Hinata repeated everything he did last time, but this time, however, Hinata avoided all thoughts about Kageyama, and managed to spike the ball successfully.

I did it!

I was worried about nothing, and am back in action! I spiked it as I normally do!

Just barely…

"Oi, dumbass, why the hell are you avoiding me?" Kageyama asked Hinata, as the two of them walked to their houses together. They had been walking awkwardly silent up until now, when Kageyama asked Hinata "the question". Hinata wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"W-What are you talking about? I haven't been avoiding you!" Hinata said. After the words came out of his mouth, he knew he had lied. He avoided him during lunch, during classes, during practice (as much as he could), and he was technically avoiding him right now. It was not as if Hinata hated him or anything like that, it was just because he liked him, which is all there was to it.

"Liar! You haven't talked to me all damn day, dumbass!" Kageyama yelled at Hinata

Hinata has never heard Kageyama yell so loud in such a rude manor before. Sure, there was their fight right in front of Yachi, but that was different from this time.

"I-I….I'm sorry!" Hinata yelled right back at him.

"Sure you are…" Kageyama said right back at Hinata.

Leaving things like that, Kageyama walked off to the destination of his house.

Hinata felt like he was going to cry. He wanted to explain to Kageyama what had actually happened, but the words did not come out. He wanted to tell him that all of this was just one big misunderstanding. Unfortunately, no words came out of Hinata's mouth.

Tears started running down Hinata's face as he ran back to his home as fast as he could, bike by his side.

Once he reached his house, he parked his bike where he always put it afterschool, ran to the door. After unlocking it, he pushed open the door, slammed it shut, and sprinted upstairs as fast as he could. Apparently, his dad had a late night job, so he would not be coming home until 10:00, which was fine with Hinata.

After reaching the safety of his room, Hinata slammed the door to his room shut and jumped on the bed, and sobbed. It wasn't a full out sob, but more like tears running down Hinata's face while it was shoved in a pillow and he occasionally hiccupped here and there.

I've never seen Kageyama so mad before! It is not as if I did anything wrong, did I? Maybe I should not have ignored him all of this time!

Maybe, just maybe, things would have been better if only I had accepted my true feelings earlier…

Kageyama was super pissed, and no, that is not an overstatement. In fact, it was a complete understatement. Kageyama was mad at someone, and he wished that someone would die.

That someone was himself.

I did not actually mean for those words to come out! I would never, under any circumstance, lash out at my baby bird of sunshine! Uhhhhhhhh….I am so mad at myself right now, I could die! Wait, no that would mean not seeing Hinata anymore.

Man, are feelings complicated.

After getting home, Kageyama immediately rushed upstairs to take his shower. Not only was he mad at himself right now, but he was also upset at the fact that Hinata had been ignoring him. Kageyama knew that there was more to the story than what meets the eye, but Kageyama let his emotions take control of him.

Preparing for his shower, Kageyama got undressed and walked into his bathroom. Luckily, his father was all the way on America on some business trip, and his mom always worked extra late, which meant that Kageyama was home alone.

Before hopping into the shower, Kageyama made sure to prepare the water for a hot shower. A relaxing, hot shower was something that Kageyama needed right now. After turning the water on, he turned to look at himself in the mirror.

I am pathetic. How could I do such a thing to Hinata? Tomorrow, before we leave for Tokyo, I had better apologize to him.

When the steam started covering up the mirror, and filling up the whole room, Kageyama knew that his shower was ready. Stepping in, he savored the moments in which the hot water poured onto his back. It was somewhat relaxing in its own way, and relaxation was the one thing that Kageyama needed the most right now.

Feeling much better after his shower, Kageyama was dressed and got ready for bed. After slipping on his pajamas, he slid into bed and pulled the covers over his head. Before falling asleep, Kageyama thought up some of the best ways to apologize to Hinata.

Hoping, that the one he picked would work for sure.

Hinata had definitely fallen asleep, because he had arrived home at around 9:15, and it was 11:07 pm. Since it was past 10:00, Hinata was sure that his father was home. He got scared for a moment, wondering what would happen if his dad wanted to talk to him, but then quickly remembered that he was probably asleep.

Quickly realizing that he had not eaten dinner when he came home, and the two-day away practice was tomorrow, he sneaked downstairs to go and get food.

After checking to see if his dad was asleep, which he was, he quietly tiptoed down the steps, trying his best to not step on any extra creaky spots on the floor. Safely making it down the steps, Hinata practically crawled his way over to the kitchen.

Looking around, there was a little bit of light coming from the windows, so it wasn't completely dark.

Still, even with the natural moonlight, it was creepy as hell.

Opening the door to the kitchen, Hinata walked into the kitchen, leaving the door open the door behind him. Since there was only one window in the kitchen, there was not as much natural light, meaning Hinata could not see very much. Tumbling around the kitchen looking for a light switch, Hinata had almost knocked down a flowerpot near the entrance to the kitchen.

After scanning the room a little bit more, Hinata saw and located a light switch on the side of the wall. Walking over to it, Hinata tip-toed quietly, trying his best to not knock anything over.

Unfortunately…it failed.

At about three-quarters of the way over to the light switch, Hinata tripped on something that was left on the floor and knocked over something that sounded like glass. Making it to the light switch, Hinata swiftly turned on the light to see what he had both tripped on and knocked over.

Looking at where he had tripped at, he noticed that there was some sort of wooden circular thing on the floor. After looking at it even closer, he realized that it was a corkscrew…

Scanning around the room, Hinata gasped at the sight before him.

Apparently, the think Hinata had knocked on the floor, was an empty, glass beer bottle.

Looking at the counter, there were five other glass beer bottles sprawled across the counter, all of them empty. Considering there was no one else here, besides him and his dad, which meant that his father was the one who drank all of these. Counting all of the ones on the counter, and the one on the floor, there were six empty beer bottles in all.

My dad drank six whole bottles of beer! What the hell!

Hinata was sure that his father was definitely drunk, considering he had six bottles of beer. Luckily, that meant that his father was probably passed out from alcohol.

On the other hand, maybe not…

Hinata jumped in his spot when he heard a loud bang coming from the direction of the door to the kitchen. Looking over, Hinata saw his father standing in the doorway. One hand was by his side, but the other was holding onto the wall for extra support.

Overall, Hinata's father did in fact, look like a homeless drunk man.

Hinata, who was scared for dear life, back up slowly against the wall. Hinata doesn't actually know what his father was like in general, let alone what he was like drunk! For all Hinata knew, he could be some crazy rapist when he was drunk.

Alternatively, which Hinata hoped he was, he could be just a normal, drunk man who is ready to pass out from all of the alcohol.

Both fortunately and unfortunately, his father was none of the above.

"Shoyo…" his father said in his normal, deep tone. Except, this time, his voice was a little less sane."

Y-Yes sir?" Hinata replied, trying his best not to show his father all of his fear. He didn't know if it worked or not, but he hoped it did.

"What exactly are you doing up so late…?"

"…"

"You fag!"

Cliffhanger! (I think)

Sorry if I confused you on the whole training session timeline crap, because I'm not good with that stuff. If you have any questions, feel free to dm me.

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