"Good morning Shōyō! I've made you breakfast!"

"Morning Yua, thanks a lot"

"It's no biggie! There was just enough ingredients to make scrambled eggs!"

"I'll go shopping today"

"Dont you have school? I'd like some company on my first day!"

"I don't go anymore."

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The boys had been at Tokyo for three days now. Each day was full of heavy training, matches and repeat.

There was really no room to do any other activities but they had begged coach Nekomata enough to let them off for a afternoon.

The boys had collectively agreed to search for their beloved tangerine around Tokyo.

Even Tsukishima was searching him! Despite his foul mood of course. Each of them split up into groups of three.

They set a time to meet back up after half an hour, and all exchanged numbers in case they found anything.

Some looked around parks where Hinata would often go:

Nothing.

Some looked inside certain shops with meat buns and sweets:

Nothing.

Others looked around the city square where serval stalls stood:

Nothing.

As a last resort, many asked the civilians wether they had seen a short, orange haired teen:

Once again, there was nothing.

Kageyama, Tsukki and Yamagucci sat them selfs down in a bench. Exhausted from a whole morning of searching for Hinata.

They had began to loose hope of finding their special No. 10 anytime soon.

If only they hadn't said those awful things about Hinata. Maybe he would still be there with them.

Kageyama sighed. He was probably the one who missed Hinata most. The tangerine had helped him through some ruff patches; he didn't want to loose that relationship.

While daydreaming his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He didn't notice it, however saltyshima did. Rolling his eyes the blonde elbowed the setter in the arm.

Kageyama snapped out of his trance, instantly noticing his buzzing phone.

𝐼𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙆𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞
🅐🅒🅒🅔🅟🅣  ✔︎ 🅓🅔🅒🅛🅘🅝🅔  ➪

Kageyama glanced down at the phone before picking up after a good minute of letting it ring.

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"Suga-san? Everything ok?"

"𝙺𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊! 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚝?"

"Nope, not at all. How about you?"

"𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚜"

"... well what are you waiting for? Tell me"

"𝚆𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞..."

"Natsu? You mean Hinata's little sister?"

"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚐𝚒"

"So who's Hinata staying with?"

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜..."

"Alright, Well meet you at camp. Goodbye"

"𝙱𝚢𝚎 𝙺𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊"

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Kageyama turned to the two first years that were eavesdropping dropping on the call. The black haired male grumbled and put his phone away.

"You heard didn't you?" The duo hummed guiltily. They couldn't help but listen to the conversation; their spirits instantly dulled when Sugawara said the tangerine had gone home.

'𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘'

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Hinata had just dropped Yua off at Karasuno for her first day. She had begged the orange haired male to attend for today; she had no idea why Hinata no longer attended school, she just didn't want to be lonely.

However, much to her dismay Hinata had turned down the suggestion many times; despite her constant prying.

Hinata would not agree.

She waved to Hinata and disappeared into the building, instantly blending into the small clicks of 'popular girls'

She was very beautiful after all. Her foreign looks only attracted people to her; giving her a large friendship group almost immediately.

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Hinata was extremely bored.

There was really nothing for him to do except; smoke, crush up some pills, and listing best ways he could kill himself.

The orange haired teen sat on his couch smoking. He didn't have to worry about going outside to smoke anymore because Natsu wasn't there. Hinata sighed as the throbbing in his head grew more persistant; the infected gash in his head definitely not helping.

"Maybe I should get some paracetamol..." Hinata wondered out loud, pushing himself off the sofa and walking to the kitchen counter.

Upon opening the drawer Hinata caught sight of a pack of brown hair dye. It was used by his mother when she started to grow grey hairs. Hinata scowled at the memories, scrunching his nose in disgust at the thought of his mother.

Snatching the hair dye, Hinata chucked the old bottle on the kitchen tiles; the rather clumpy substance splattering across the whole floor.

Hinata gritted his teeth in pure anger, cursing his mother over and over. He would never forgive her, and that was a fact.

Before he knew it, warm salty tears started to slide down his hollowed cheeks; wetting his t shirt slightly. Hinata squeezed his fists tightly, fingernails digging into his palms to the point where he drew blood.

Suddenly he completely stopped.

His eyes opened, glassy and red from the ever flowing tears, Hinata's mouth arched a little, lips curled and parted ever so slightly. He then let out a faint giggle.

The sound was creepy. The emotionless laugh certainly wasn't normal, and it definitely no longer belonged to a still - sane human.

This was really the only thing Hinata could do now; laugh away the pain. His body shook with dying chuckles, his sinister laugh slowly fading in volume. The small house went back to the lonely silence, the only sound was Hianta's bare feet slapping against the cold, now stained tiles.

Small splashes of brown dye soiled the bottom of his trousers. It's dark colour made it look much like blood. Anyone who were to walk in on the scene would think someone had died.

However, it wasn't like Hinata gave a shit.

It was his house after all. His mother had left it to him. Taking a deep breath Hinata began to shuffle through the cupboard, looking if it contained any other coloured dies.

Hinata was tired with his appearance. He hated how bright and recognisable it was. Also whenever he looked at himself, the familiar nickname came to mind:

'𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑒'

Hinata furrowed his eyebrows once he caught sight of both a black and white hair dye. He had no idea why they were there, but he concluded they were again one of his mother's that she never used.

Taking both bottles, Hinata grinned. A sudden idea sprung to mind and he grabbed his phone; putting on a random playlist.

𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑌𝐼𝑁𝐺 - 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵!
🅔🅛🅨 🅞🅣🅣🅞 シ

Hinata smiled and hummed along to the tune, it went perfectly with his mood actually. Taking two random rubber bands from a drawer, he parted his hair in half and popped open both white and black bottle lids.

"Fuck this"

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It was around mid day and the whole camp was exhausted. They were definitely not playing their best. However, as exhausted as they were; one question stuck in their mind:

'𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒?'

Of course the Karasuno boys knew the answer; they had all figured out that Hinata somehow heard them talking about him. They blamed Yachi however. Well, yes it was her fault but it was partially theirs as well.

I guess you could call them hypocrites for their actions. First they all like Hinata. Then they are discussing to kick him off the team. And now they want him back?

Amongst all the stubborn boys, there's always one who never said anything harmful towards the cute No. 10.

And that person was Tadashi Yamaguchi.

He was simply too sweet and honest for such things, he never really believed what Yachi said and even if it were true, he wouldn't retaliate the actions whatsoever.

Yamaguchi grew annoyed and tired at those in his team.

'ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎'𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑?'

The freckled teen gritted his teeth angrily at how oblivious they were to Hianta's struggles. They all took him for the smily happy 'sunshine' who could never be hurt. However Yamaguchi obviously saw through the act as soon as he whitened Hinata at his house.

His pale skin, dead eyes, prominent cheek bones, and the obvious putrid smell of smoke and chemicals wafting off him.

To Yamaguchi the image that day was all to vivid. He knew there was something else going on in his life, he just wanted to help Hinata.

He also wouldn't oppose to getting closer to the orange head...

Now this was the exact reason Tadashi left the camp several weeks early; alone and on the train Yamaguchi couldn't help but dread what state he would find Hinata in.

𝘿𝙤 𝙞 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖? ;)

𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙞'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧! 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 ❤︎