Chapter one

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                                                                                    { August 25}  


The thing that hurt the most was to know..that Kagayama was really gone. Hinata would lie to himself all day pretending that  Kagayama was still going to look for his hoodie, he was still gone looking but it hurt more. Only to feel responsible  for his death.. Kagayama was gone. He was really gone. The feeling in his stomach, like a deep void like he was hungry but all the time. Hinata would scroll on his message's  on his phone with Kagayama all day in his dark room. 

Kagayama:   { hey how are you, boke?}  

Hinata normally hated when Kagayama said that to him "boke", know he would die just to hear the words again, these where not just words.. Those were Kagayama's words, like you could hear his voice in his head. 

"  BAKA KAGAYAMA BAKA!" Hinata cried out ( almost yelling) his voice got weaker and weaker everytime he spoke. Tear's rolled done his face.  He put his phone under his pillow, he brought his knee's closer to his chest. He grabbed Kagayama's hoodie from the floor and slipped it on. Weak... all he could feel was weak. He was sick and all he wanted was his Kagayama back, all he wanted was his boyfriend back. Was that so much to ask for? 

*beep*

Hinata slowly looked up at his pillow as tears fell down his face. Hinata reached for his phone..       'Kagayama please be you' Hinata could not help but think. He pulled in face down so he could not see who had texted him, hopeing maybe there was a chance that it was him, maybe it was not real..maybe there was something wrong with Hinata and Kagayama was alive. Hinata flipped the phone over. It was from, Sugawara. Hinata put his phone back down and rolled over. Put his arm next to his noise letting Kagayama' sent sink in. 

*beep* 


Hinata looked back  at his phone... Suga had sent other message. 

Sugawara : 

{ hey, Shoyo want to talk about anything?} 

Hinata: 

{ no}

Sugawara: 

{please? anything at all? maybe Kagayama's-

Hinata could not bear to keep on reading. He threw his phone crose the room and when it had hit the pillow Hinata had thrown before, there was a huge THUMP. He could hear his mother marching into the door.                                                                                                                                                           No no no... His mother only made things worse, she asked to many quiestions ( like suga), she also would ask even more questions about Kagayama ( like suga), she even made him do to many things ( like suga). He did not want to do anything. Sitting down in his room in the dark with Kagayama's hoodie was fine. He clutched Kagayama's hoodie that he was wearing, he cried again. " Kagayama..why did you have to be on a roof, looking for my hoodie?why did you have to be on the roof with you're murder?" 

" Shoyo?"   

Shoyo looked up at the door, his mother was at the door. She had her hands on her hips and she had bags in her hands with food in them. She sighed and dropped the things on the floor. She marched her away over to his bed. She sat down on it and patted his back.  Hinata moved away from his mother. He wanted Kagayama's love not anybody' eles. He was his Boyfriend and he was...dead. " no" Hinata yelled. Moving his shoulder, moving his mother's hand off of him " no" His mother sighed again. 

" shoyo" she said " have you played outside today? maybe some vollyball would hel-"

" NO!" Hinata barked " no, it makes me feel worse to much like Kages" 

" Shoyo-"

"NO!" Hinata yelled. He got up and jumpped up he grabbed his phone and ran threw the house. When he got to the door, he saw the volleyball that had Kagayama's hand writing on it. Shoyo grabbed it and shoved it in his bag. He could hear his mother running after him. He did not care.. He opend the door and left. He ran out of the door putting his hood up. It was dark out. The street light were on. Hinata knew where he was going to go. To were Kagayama was last..where he was last seen, his last breath,  Aoba Johsai. 



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