Oops….I was suspended from school and all my shit was taken away (lol srry for them excuses) I promise I will update weekly for sure, just as long as I don't get in trouble.

AND OMG FORGET THE PROLOGUE IN THE STORY IT IS LAST WEEK OF SEPTEMBER OML NOT FRIKIN APRIL

And, in case you haven't noticed, I changed the summary thingy to something better.

Also, just going to say, for anyone who wants to be my beta or lend me ideas, email me at – mbmorano0810

Chapter 2, here we go!

Chapter 2 – Little ball of sadness

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

"…"

"You fag!"

That word swam through Hinata's head as he stared as his drunken father stood at the doorway, not having moved from his previous spot. Hinata stood there, tears running his face, hair covering his eyes and his depressed expression.

"I asked you a question you little shit! What are you doing up so fucking late, you faggot!" Hinata's dad yelled out, echoing throughout the empty kitchen. By now, tears were reaching the floor, dripping down from Hinata's chin.

A faggot? He does not know that I am gay though! How the hell did he find out! It must be because he's drunk…

"W-well, I-I umm…..I was g-getting a little bit thirsty! S-So I came down here to get water! That's all…"

Hinata hoped that his father would believe what Hinata was saying. It wasn't as if Hinata was actually lying; his father was drunk, and when people are drunk they make rash decisions without even thinking first about it.

Hinata was getting really scared. Even though he barely knows his father, he knows him well enough to point him out as a homophobe. If scolding a gay son while sober was bad enough, how the hell could Hinata survive a scolding from a drunk, homophobic father!

"Fine…I believe you. Come here son." Hinata flinched at his father's words. Hinata knew good and well that his father was lying from the sketchy look on his face. Slowly approaching his father, Hinata tried his best to avoid the broken glass on the floor. Gradually, Hinata could feel his heart beating anxiously. After closing the distance between them a few feet, Hinata's father reached out and grabbed him by the collar of his white shirt.

"Listen to me you little shit! You are not allowed to be gay inside of this household! I warned you once, but no, that wasn't enough for you, was it you fag? Fags are pathetic freaks who do not belong in this WORLD! FINE! You can be gay, but I will make sure your life will become a living hell! I will be your Satan on earth! Now, you don't want that do you, little boy? Therefore, you are going to be a good boy and follow the rules of this house! Then, maybe, you can live a peaceful life, you hear me!"

By now, Hinata was practically crying a hurricane. His shorts were soaked from tears, and his eyes were as red as a rose. His mouth was chapped, and he was scared for his fucking life right now. Not only that, but he felt like his heart could explode out of his head any minute.

"I-It's all a misunderstanding!" Hinata cried out, trying to break free from his father's grasp, unfortunately, failing miserably. " I-If y-you could let me explai-

"BULLSHIT"Hinata's father yelled out at his son, throwing him down onto the floor. Hinata, who landed with a yelp, screamed out in pain and backed as far away from his father as possible (obviously trying his best to avoid the pieces of glass that were lying on the floor.) Once having backed up as far as humanly possible, back hitting the wall, Hinata looked up only to see his father still standing at the doorway, not having moved a muscle. Hinata took the very few seconds of awkward silence to recollect himself, but that didn't really last all that long.

It's ok Hinata, it's ok, he's not going to hurt you. He's just drunk. You will get through this, you hear me! I won't die, tomorrow is the volleyball camp, and everything will get better, right?

Hinata tensed back up as his father slowly started making his way back over to where Hinata was cowering against the wall. With each step, as his father got closer and closer, Hinata curled up into a vertical ball so tight he was afraid he was going to cut off his own circulation.

"Shoyo, my dear, why do you look so sad…" His father said, as he was standing right in front of Hinata. He put his hand against the wall, a few feet above Hinata, and towered over him with a deadly aura. Hinata swore he looked like he was about to murder someone.

So, he's being crafty now….

"You know, Shoyo, everything would be ok if you would just be normal for once, you know what I mean? I would really appreciate it if you would stop being gay, and be what everyone is supposed to be, right? If you can do that…Shoyo…we wouldn't be having any problems, would we now?

After a few seconds of silence, Hinata looked up from his little ball and met his father's eyes. They were brown, just like his, except they had layers. Big, fat layers. In the first layer, Hinata saw what he saw when he first came home, when he met his father for the first time in forever. But, the layer on the bottom, is a darker, more evil layer. It held a gleam of hatred, a hatred that would never go away. Seeing this side of his once gentle father, the last ounce of tears were drained from his face.

"But…"

Hinata's father's voice brought him back into reality. Hinata looked up to see his grinning, one so evil it would put grown men into depression.

"THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN, IS IT SON!"

Hinata gasped in pain as his father's hand was brought down to his face with a loud smack! Hinata screamed in pain, something he has done way to many times today, and fell limp against the floor.

Fortunately, he slapped the part of the face opposite to the side with the black eye, and it didn't even touch his eye, just his cheek.

But, that doesn't mean it hurt like hell and made Hinata cry tears he didn't even think he had left in him. He brought his hand up to his face. The action made his cheek sting even more, but luckily, there wasn't any blood left on his hand, which was a good thing.

Hinata panicked when he heard the faint sound of shuffling footsteps and glass being hassled around. When Hinata sat up from his spot on the floor, he screamed, for like the fifth time that day, when he saw what his father was doing.

His father had moved away from Hinata, and was standing in front of the glass pile that was lying on the floor. His back was facing Hinata, so he couldn't see the expression on his face, or what he was holding in his hand. When he turned around, however, he could see everything perfectly.

The expression on his face was absolutely drunk. It wasn't as evil as before, but it sure as hell wasn't a good one either. He had a very straight face, and his eyes where a little bit hasty. His posture was also worse than before. All in all, Hinata's dad looked like he was on the verge of passing out.

What scared Hinata was most, however, was the shard of glass he was holding in his hand.

It was long as crap, and had a very sharp tip. By just the looks of it, Hinata could tell that with just a small little poke could send skin breaking. Normally, this stuff wouldn't scare Hinata, but considering the current situation at hand, any grown man would be scared for their lives.

"So, Mr. Fag, is ya scared bud? Ya look lil like scared derrr." His father said, while slowly closing in on Hinata.

The drunkenness was starting to take effect, because Hinata had no clue as to what his father was saying, though he got the gist of it. After taking a couple steps, Hinata's father was standing an arm's length away from Hinata, who looked like he was about to faint.

Finally, being able to speak, Hinata spoke out to his father, "D-Dad, I-It's all a mi-misunderstanding! J-Just LISTEN TO ME PLEASE!"

Smack!

Bad idea….

His father slapped him again, in the same spot has before, causing it to sting again. Luckily, since his father was very drunk, it wasn't that hard.

"Ya don't talk unless I TELL YA TO! YA HEAR ME!" His father screamed so loud the neighbors could probably hear him. Wait a minute….of course no one can hear him.

I LIVE IN THE FUCKING MOUNTAINS!

"N' listen nice n clear Sho….You…Are…A…Fag! And ain't nodin gonna change that. And..since you a rule breakrrr….you is gonna stay a fag! So…ta remind ya that ya don't belong in dis world….imma make sure you remember your freakishness FOREVER!"

Hinata, who had a lot of trouble understanding what the hell his father was saying, had no idea what his father meant by that (at the time), but he did know that he was about to something bad that will involve hurting Hinata somehow.

Sadly,…..Hinata was right.

His father rushed at him so fast Hinata couldn't do anything about it. His father pinned both of Hinata's arms against the wall and held down his legs by sitting on Hinata's ankles. With the other hand, his father brought it up to Hinata's forearm, which was shaking uncontrollably, and pressed the glass against it, drawing blood.

"Now list'n up clos'ly kid….you is gonna und'rstand every word I'm bout to say…"

Hinata nodded slowly, scared for his life, silently praying that all of this would be over. His eyes dared to meet his father's gaze, which was even more hastier than it was a couple of minutes ago.

"First, you are a fag. Fag's are freaks, and they don't belong in dis world, ya hear me?" His father said, while carving an F on Hinata's forearm.

Hinata had to bite his tongue to prevent him from screaming from all the pain. Hinata didn't care that he drew a little bit of blood, but his father was putting him in an unbearable amount of pain currently. His forearm felt as if a tiger was scratching the living hell out of Hinata's arm. Blood was tricking down onto the floor, making Hinata almost faint. Right now, all Hinata wanted to do was get out of this mess, even if it meant dying.

"Second," his father's voice echoed through the kitchen, "Fags are creatures that are an outcast to society. If you want to be a fag, and live in this house simultaneously, that there will be punishments. I will beat you, starve you, and rape you until you cannot stand anymore. You got that?"

Hinata yelped as he carved an A right next to the F on his forearm.

Those words hit Hinata harder than any volleyball had before his entire life. Hinata, who was frozen on his spot on the floor, almost fainted for the second time. Those were all terrible, horrible things, and Hinata didn't want any of that stuff to happen to him.

"Third," his father continued, "If you decide you are not a fag, which will probably never happen, you are to prove it. You are to have sex, with a girl, right in front of me. If you are not to meet these standards, you will be considered a fag, and will be treated as stated in the second condition."

Hinata winced as the G was carved right next to the A. Tears fell to the floor, mixing with the little puddle of blood on the floor as Hinata read the word that was carved into his forearm.

F A G

So, I guess this is what I permanently am….guess there is no going back. Maybe, if I die, everything will go back to normal?

Hinata sat there, against the wall, staring at his drunken father. All of his tears had been cried out, and all he wanted was for this whole freaking mess to be over. He wanted his father to go back to sleep, he wanted himself to back to sleep; he wanted to wake up with nothing having ever happened. Sadly, today was just not Hinata's day, and none of that was going to happen.

Hinata's father dropped the piece of glass that was currently in his hand, and tightened his grip on Hinata. His father, who was sitting on Hinata's ankles, got up. Instead of letting Hinata go, however, he positioned both of his legs so that one leg was on Hinata's leg, and the other leg was on Hinata's other leg, spreading the four legs wide, forming a very disfigured rhombus type shape.

The hand, which used to carry the sharp piece of glass that cut Hinata, reached out towards Hinata, hovering over the hem of his shirt. He then lifted Hinata's shirt, and then forced the bottom part of the shirt into Hinata's mouth.

"Woah…whoa whoa whoa, what do you think you are do-"

Hinata's were cut short when Hinata's father forced the bottom part of Hinata's shirt into his mouth, cutting off the cries of protest that were about to escape Hinata's mouth. His hand then reached to the top of Hinata's night shorts, dangerously close to Hinata's crotch.

Hinata, who was obviously scared for his life and didn't approve of what his father was about to do to him, screamed as loud as he could through his shirt and wiggled around like a fish out of water.

"SIT STILL YOU SON OF A BITCH BEFORE I FUCKIN KILL YA!" Hinata's father yelled so loud it almost made Hinata bang his head against the wall.

As his father's hand reached out closer and closer, dangerously close to Hinata's crotch, Hinata started to panic.

Omg omg omg omg omg, what the hell is my dad doing! I am going to be raped! I am so sorry mom; I will not be able to get married. PLEASE KILL ME NOW!

However, much to Hinata's pleasure, when his father's hand was about 3 feet from Hinata's dick, his arm fell silent and the grip on both his legs and arm relaxed. Hinata took this chance and jumped up, running towards the door with such speed. When he was finally out of the kitchen, he collapsed against the wall, probably due to the loss of blood and traumatic experience.

After a minute of silence, Hinata finally heard the footsteps of his father slowly walking towards the door.

"Shoyo….I'm gonna go upstairs to sleep….." His father said, while wobbling over to the stairs, using the walls as support, "clean up this mess, and then go to sleep…" By now, his father was halfway up the steps. Hinata could hear his footsteps, walking the west of the way up the stairs into his bedroom. Once the sound of footsteps subsided, and Hinata heard the sound of a door closing, he curled up in a ball again, but this time he was curled up against the floor.

He sobbed. Hinata sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed until his eyes turned the color of a crimson rose.

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do! I need serious help, but I can't risk calling anybody. My arm is bleeding right now, and there is a word carved into my arm that it really bad and omg what do I do….

Hinata was just too fucking scared to think clearly. His arm was bleeding, he was severely upset, and he really needed someone right now. He didn't want to call any of his teammates, because 1: he didn't feel the need to bother them this late at night, or rather this early in the morning, and 2: he didn't want his teammates worrying about him, hence he didn't want them to know anything was wrong.

After a long time of thinking, all Hinata really wanted to do was to go to sleep, but he had to clean up the mess in the kitchen first. So, when Hinata went into the kitchen, a place he didn't want to be at the moment, he grabbed a broom and swept up the remaining mess on the floor. After cleaning everything up, he walked up the stairs and headed straight to the bathroom.

Once Hinata was inside of the bathroom, he tried his best not to look in the mirror. Hinata knew that if he did, he would be met with a terrifying, beat up look. He knew his face was bruised, he knew his eyes were burning red, and he knew his hair was a mess. Therefore, without looking in the mirror, Hinata made his way over to the cabinet that held all of the bandages. Opening it up, he took them out and started to apply it to his left arm.

Hinata cried as he read the word that was now permanently carved onto his body. Now, that there was no escaping who he really was, Hinata had nothing to fear. Not only was he gay, but he was also a fag. An outcast who didn't belong in this world. A freak of nature that didn't deserve to live!

Woah, what the hell am I thinking! I better bandage this wound up quickly and go to sleep before I do anything too rash. After all, I do have to go to the two day joint-training camp tomorrow.

Hinata swiftly bandaged his wound without another thought.

"Hinata, boke!"

"Shut up! Bakageyama!"

"Hinata, you dumbass!"

"King of the court!"

Hinata and Kageyama were currently in the clubroom, with the rest of the team, getting ready for the day's afternoon practice. The two of them were arguing over the recent race that they had. Hinata says that he has 70 wins and one draw, but Kageyama says that Hinata has 69 losses and one draw.

"I obviously have 70 wins, bakageyama, because I just one the last race we had to afternoon practice!"

"No, you dumbass, that was your 69th win! Before our race to afternoon practice, you only had 68 wins and one draw!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES YOU DUMBASS!"

"SHUT UP THE TWO OF YOU!" Daichi yelled from the door of the clubroom, with a very angry expression on his face, "Practice is about to start, so stop fighting and get ready!"

After Daichi's scolding of the two of them, they both shut up immediately after. After getting ready for practice, they exited the clubroom and made their way to the gym.

Afternoon practice went by in a blur. Everything was going fine, and Kageyama and Hinata's super-quick was going excellent. Both Asahi's and Yamaguchi's serve was on point, and Nishinoya's and Daichi's receives were amazing. Tsukishima's blocking was also wonderful. After a very successful practice, everyone headed towards the clubroom to relax.

They were all having good, individual conversations, occasionally all discussing something funny. There were laughs, insults, and yelling, but everyone was spirited and cheerful. When everyone was having their own, little conversations, Tanaka spoke up and asked the whole team a question.

"Say, does anyone have a crush?"

This made everyone's head turned to Tanaka, who was looking at everyone, searching for a slight blush, or movement of the mouth.

To Tanaka's pleasure, his eyes gazed upon Asahi, who was looking down at his water bottle with a small blush on his face. Tanaka quickly caught note of this, and started to bombard Asahi with every embarrassing question possible.

"Say, Asahi-san, who is it? Is it someone we know? Is she older than you, younger than you? Is she pretty? Does she have big boobs!"

"Tanaka!" Suga said, trying his best to stop him from embarrassing Asahi any longer, "Stop it! Your obviously embarrassing Asashi!"

"No, it's ok, Suga-san! I don't have any problem with it." Asahi replied, waving his hands furiously in front of his body. "Oh, well I guess it is fine, just as long as you are ok with it." Suga said back.

Tanaka, who took this as his cue, continued on with all of his different questions.

"So, who is it? Is it a third year?" Tanaka asked Asahi, who nodded his head yes back in reply. "So it is a third year!" Tanaka yelled out, before being told to shut up by Daichi. After apologizing, Tanka turned his head to look at Asahi, waiting for a reply.

"Yeah, she is a third year named Mikuzo Hamari. She is short, but fierce, and is really pretty; I like her a lot. She is the captain of the girls' basketball club." Asahi replied back, his blush getting deeper and deeper with each description.

"OH! Hamari-chan! Yeah, she is a wondrous beauty! She has really big boobs too!" Nishinoya yelled out, pumping his fists in the air.

Tanaka, who was pleased with Asahi-san's answer, started going around the room, asking other people if they had any crushes.

"Say, Tsukishima, you like anyone?" Tanaka said, getting really close in Tsukishima's personal space.

"First of all, no I don't, and second, don't touch me" Tsukishima replied, pushing Tanaka away from him.

"Hinata, what about you!" Tanaka asked, positioning his body so he was facing Hinata. Hinata, who actually had a crush on someone, nodded silently while blushing and looked down, facing his towel.

Tanaka, who took the hint that Hinata liked someone, pumped his fist in the hair, spun around with Nishinoya while doing this really small dance, and pointed at Hinata.

"Hinata! As your respectful senpai, it is my job to know who you have a crush on, just so we can approve of her! So, it is also your job as a kohai, to tell me who your crush is! Now, spit it out!" Tanaka yelled out.

Nishinoya, who was also in this little rant that Tanaka was having, joined in and started asking Hinata questions.

"Is she pretty?"

"Yes."

"Is she a first year?"

"Yes."

"Does she play volleyball?"

"Yes."

"Tell me Hinata, what is she like?"

"Well, he is kind, for sure."

"Is he-"

Suddenly, Nishinoya went quiet, quickly taking in what Hinata had just said. Tanaka then too, and then Tsukishima, and then Kageyama, and then the rest of the team.

The clubroom had turned dangerously silent. No one was moving, no one was talking, everything was still and silent. Hinata felt as if he was drowning at the bottom of the ocean; no air, no light, no movement, no sound. Nothing was happening until Tanaka finally spoke up.

"Wait…Hinata….you like g-guys?" Tanaka asked, with an expression that said 'ew, get away from me.' Hinata felt like he was no longer at the very bottom of the ocean, but even farther. He felt like he was under the ground at the deepest part of the ocean, slowly rotting away from existence.

Hinata, despite not being able to move or breathe, managed a slow, scared nod. After Hinata's confirmation of being gay, everyone's mouth was open. Nothing was said, and there was no movement once again. This time, however, it lasted short. Everyone got up and walked to the door of the clubroom. Before leaving, though, everyone said their last words before leaving.

"You are disgusting!" Tanaka said, pointing at Hinata, before exiting the room.

"You doing belong in this world!" Daichi said, before leaving.

"FAG!" Suga said, after slapping Hinata, and then going out the door.

"GO TO HELL YOU FREAK!" Nishinoya yelled, kicking Hinata in the gut before stomping out of the clubroom.

"Don't talk to me every again, faggot…" Asahi said calmly before leaving.

"You should just go and kill yourself!" Tsukishima spat at Hinata, before proceeding out the door with Yamaguchi, you gave Hinata the middle finger before exiting.

Then, there was Kageyama, who was still standing in the same spot as before, not having moved at all. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Kageyama finally began walking towards the door, bangs covering the expression on his face. Halfway out the door, Kageyama stopped in his tracks and began to speak.

"Hinata…." He said quietly.

"…"

"I'm not tossing to you anymore…"

And with that, Kageyama left Hinata all alone, drowning in everyone's harsh words. Hinata screamed, tears running down his face, head in his hands, creating little puddles of tears.

I'm not tossing to you anymore…

By now, the clubroom was starting to flood. Hinata's tears were now up to his waist, sitting down. Hinata, despite flooding the whole clubroom, continued to cry. He continued to cry, playing the same phrase repeatedly inside of his head.

"I'm not tossing to you anymore…."

The flood of tears was now up to Hinata's neck, but he still kept on crying. All the words, all the beatings, all the slurs, they were all flooding inside of Hinata's head, with no way of escape. They were all hurting Hinata, producing more tears, but there was this one phrase that really stuck out.

"I'm not tossing to you anymore…"

Now, the whole clubroom was flooded with Hinata's tears. Hinata, even though he was underwater, still continued to cry. Couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't move; Hinata couldn't so anything. The words, the painful memories from a few minutes ago, all of these things mixed with Hinata's tears, continued to flood the clubroom. The carving on his skin, the slurs everyone calls him, the being an outcast in society; by now, the whole clubroom was flooded. There was no escape, no help, no one to turned to. Hinata, who was stuck inside the clubroom filled with tears and pain, had no way to escape. He was stuck there, forever, with the same phrase carved into his memory forever….

"I'm not tossing to you anymore!"

Hinata woke with a start, tears streaming down his face, sitting upright in his bed. His night clothes were drenched with sweat, and he had a splitting headache. For a brief moment, Hinata had forgotten where he was, and what had happened, but then after looking around, he quickly remembered that he was in his bedroom.

It was just a dream…

Hinata's hands were shaking as he got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, he locked the door, turned on the sink, and splashed water on his face. After calming down a little bit, and once his hands stopped shaking, he looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror. He looked like trash. His hair was all tangled, his eyes were red and puffy, but not as bad as before, his black eye still looked like a black eye, not better or worse, there was a new bruised on the cheek opposite of the one with the black eye. The bruise looked bad, but it wasn't as bad as Daichi's. He had a small little cut on his lip, and his lips were a little bit chapped. Nothing else was that bad, except the fact that he looked like crap, and his left arm was bandage.

Hinata, who noticed there was a little bit of blood on the bandage, quickly realized that he needed to change it. Hinata took of the bandage, got the new ones, and replaced it as quick as possible, trying his best not to look at the horrible word carved on his arm. Hinata, who was pleased with himself after accomplishing such a difficult task, quickly washed his face once again, brushed his teeth, and walked out of the bathroom. After entering his bedroom, he quickly panicked after remembering what was supposed to be going on that day.

Crap! The two-day training camp!

Glancing over at his clock, which read 5:30, Hinata internally screamed at how late he was.

Oh no! We were supposed to meet at 6:00, and leave at 6:30, but it takes forever to get to Karasuno from my house!

Thankfully, Hinata had packed his bags a few nights before, because he was excited. Hinata, who was rushing over to his closet in a hurry, quickly got changed into his usual white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Oh wait, the bandage…After remembering he had a bandage to cover up, he also grabbed a coat in the process. Even though he was going to have to take the coat of anyways, he still insisted on procrastinating.

After getting dressed, Hinata took a quick glance in the mirror, making sure he looked decent enough. Hinata, who didn't look as bad as he did when he first woke up, grabbed his bags, and rushed downstairs.

A bad mistake.

Running down the stairs at top speed with two heavy bags on your back isn't the best of ideas. Not even on the first step did Hinata trip, fall, and went rolling down the steps right into his father.

Crap! My Father! I hope that he doesn't remember anything from last night!

"Shoyo, my dear, you should be more careful. You are going to be late you know, so you should get going." His father said in the same deep, calm voice as the time he first saw him yesterday. After everything that had happened last night, Hinata could tell that his tone of voice was fake.

"Y-Yeah, I'm on my way out right now." Hinata said while rushing past his father.

Hinata thought he had escaped when he had opened the door and took a step outside but yelped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, and Shoyo…don't tell anyone about what happened last night."

One could say that Kageyama did not get any sleep.

But, none of that mattered right now, because what everyone was currently worrying about now was Hinata.

Hinata had the nerve to act all weird two days ago, skip morning practice and show up with a black eye yesterday, and now arrive an hour late, 6:30 actually, the time we were supposed to be leaving, and delay the whole trip by a good amount of minutes.

Not only that buy-Holy Shit

Hinata looked like trash.

His hair wasn't brushed at all (probably one of the worst bed-heads Kageyama has ever seen in the entire fucking universe, his black eye looked worse, his eyes looked beaten down, and there was another fucking bruise on his face, which really pissed Kageyama off because there was just no way he "fell down the stairs" again. Kageyama wondered what fake excuse the dumbass will use this time.

All the chatting ceased the moment Hinata approached the team. He looked as if he was hiding something from the team; Kageyama would talk about it with Suga later.

"H-Hey guys, s-sorry I'm late." Hinata said, with his head down. He walked past the team, not speaking another word to anyone about anything and silently walked onto the bus.

There was definitely something wrong with the shrimp, and the rest of the team knew it too.

This was gonna be one hell of a training camp.

Sorry guys, my writing is trash, but don't worry. If I get a beta, there will be less grammar mistakes, I promise.

Also, sorry to anyone who didn't understand what Hinata's drunken father was saying.

Anyways, Chapter 3 (four technically) will be up no later than Sunday I FUCKING PROMISE … See you soon ;)