Don't worry, your author is fine. It's another chapter in Hinata's pov. You need not fret.

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"Yurio, if I ever do anything to make you angry at me, please don't be nice about it." Hinata said one day as they practiced their jumps.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if I ever make you angry, don't sugarcoat it. Be brutally honest with me. We all know how oblivious I can be at times. I don't know who I get it from. Both dad and папа are good at reading people. Even if dad doesn't always seem like it."

Yuri seemed to think for a moment.

"You're more aware of how others feel than you think you are," He paused. "But I promise to always call you out on your дерьмо. That is, as long as you do the same for me."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. But I guess I promise as well."

They both laughed at that, but a promise was a promise, and they both knew the day would come when Yuri would need to fulfill that promise.

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Hinata just wished it hadn't been under these circumstances. He did have to admit, Yuri was kind enough to wait until after practice to storm up to him and demand answers. He just wished it had been after he had separated from the group. After he changed into more comfy clothes. Maybe even after he had gotten at least a few hours of sleep.

But, of course, that was too much to ask for.

He was walking with an entire group of people, from both Nekoma and Karasuno, no less. They all seemed less anxious around him than they had the day before, and it was all back to normal. Like nothing even happened.

Hinata wasn't quite sure why, but he never liked looking gift horses in the mouth.

Everything was back to normal.

"Oi, Shouyou." He heard the voice he so clearly remembered, the accent still thick, before he saw the boy who was speaking. "Where the fuck have you been for the last two years?"

The person speaking wasn't much taller than Hinata, he must have looked short to anyone other than Hinata and Nishinoya. His blonde hair went to his chin, and his eyes were a bright blue-green.

Hinata could only stand frozen in shock at the physical embodiment of his shameful past standing in front of him.

"Hinata, do you know him?" Asahi asked, trying his best to look intimidating. The tone of the other boy didn't necessarily show a friendly relation between them.

"I'm the one asking the questions, йети." His threatening gaze was now focused on Asahi, who happened to be a big scaredy-cat.

"Hey," They all looked at Hinata, who had suddenly spoken. His eyes were still on the ground. "Don't make fun of my friends."

His fists were clenched at his sides as he spoke. It was taking every ounce of self-control he had to stop the tears. He wasn't ready for this. Not yet.

"Don't tell me what to do. You're the one that ran away for two years. And now you're back? Что за черт?"

"Hinata...?" He wasn't sure who had spoken, but he still refused to look up. Even now, as the tears escaped his eyes one at a time.

He didn't say anything.

"And why? Just because you fucked up a jump? You told me a long time ago to call you out on all of your shit. I'm just fulfilling my promise."

He knew Yuri was right. He knew he shouldn't have left. But that fall hadn't just been any fall. It had put him in the hospital for two months. It had disqualified him from the Grand Prix. It had ended his skating career.

"You don't understand," He finally let out, his voice low. "That fall sent me to the hospital. I was in there for two months. That fall ended any career I could have had in skating."

His voice was loud. He had forgotten about the people around him. The mixture of players from each team. Kenma and Lev were there. Kageyama was too.

"You chose to end your career, солнышко. That was nobody's decision but yours." The boy's voice was quieter, but still held the same venom. Hinata's heart swelled at the old nickname.

He paused before continuing.

"How about a challenge?"

They all looked at him, Hinata finally raising his head, and it hurt Yuri so much to see the tear stains on his face.

"A competition of sorts. If you win, you can continue running. No more facing your old life. It will be as if it never happened."

Hinata's gut twisted at that. He didn't want to leave his parents forever, but he liked the life he had now.

"Or, if I win, you come with me to Russia to train. You still have time to get into the Senior Grand Prix. You can be homeschooled, and you can stay with me, but you have training every day."

Hinata wasn't sure which was worse. Leaving his friends forever, or leaving his family. He didn't want to accept, but he had always been a sucker for a challenge. Even ones he knew he couldn't win. But maybe he had a chance. Maybe.

He stuck his hand out.

"Fine. But when I win, no more talk about skating. No more trying to get me back."

"Cделка."

They shook hands and parted ways. When he turned around, he remembered his audience. Kenma and Lev just looked on in pity. This explanation would be a long one.

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TRANSLATION

дерьмо = shit

йети = yeti

Что за черт = what the hell

солнышко = sunshine

сделка = deal