Hidden in Plain Sight | Abused Hinata AU

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}{}{ Suga's POV }{}{

I was utterly surprised Hinata knew that word; my mom instincts kicked in, walking over and shaking him. "WhO TAUGHT YOU TO SWEAR?! WAS IT TANAKA? NOYA?!" I yelled, shaking Hinata carefully. Hinata placed his hands on my arms, squeezing them. I looked down; my eyes widen as I saw this terrifying stare. His eyes resembled the eyes of a cat- No, tiger. The deadly stare they had while tracking down their prey. Hinata's soft, round pupils fluctuated into sharp daggers as he spoke. I could feel goosebumps trail down my thighs, arms, and hair on edge. "No, I've known how to swear since I was 5, Suga," The way he spoke was terrifying, how my name rolled off his tongue, uttering these words as they were the last words I heard before I died. I could hear the anger and sadness laced in Hinata's words as he spoke. 

His long, delicate fingers trailed down my shirt, hitting the goosebumps on my skin, making me shiver down to my spine. I took my hands off his shoulders, placing them on my sides. I thought I was imagining it, but I felt there was a giant, calm yet dangerous aura surrounding Hinata. I looked over, I opened my mouth to speak, fear wrapped around my words. Closing my mouth moments later, as Hinata walked into the gym, Daichi walked over, shaking me from my trance. "Suga, are you okay?" Daichi asked, worry painted over his soft, tan skin. I focused on his sharp jawline, how his cheekbones moved when he talked, how his hair parted, how he blinked twice when he said certain words. I focused on all of the small yet unique details of Daichi. "...Ga- Suga!" I shook my head, looking at Daichi, who was clearly worried. "Ah, sorry," I said, scratching the back of my neck. "You look like you just saw a ghost, Suga," 

Asahi said, walking over to make sure I was alright. I could feel the tremble in his words, seeing he was clearly scared of the 5'3 boy. "It felt like it, heh," I said, returning to a calm nature, before heading inside with everyone else. Hinata was already finished setting up the net, cranking the metal handle as the net raised. I could feel the tension in the room being plucked, as if there were guitar strings, playing a murderous melody. Practice went on, as usual; the boys played 3v3 games and practiced receiving, flying, serves, blocking the whole 9 yards. Hinata and Kageyama had finished practicing their monster quicks; I jotted down how many had failed, Only 3 out of the 27 they did. The success rate was rapidly gaining percentage. From today's game, it was an 89% average. I looked up; Hinata rocked his head to the side; trails of light followed his daggered pupils. He stared straight at me; shivers flew through my body. I could see he knew I was scared, turning his head to the ground, laughing quietly under his breath. I watched as Kageyama placed a hand on his shoulder, followed by a light yelp.