Saving Shoyo ✔︎

13//Confrontation//

3rd Person POV

When Hinata's eye met those of the setter captain, the world was silent. For days, days, the smaller boy had been avoiding Oikawa like the plague. He'd been 'absent' during any matches with Seijoh, and was almost starting to think he wouldn't have to see that face again.

He was wrong.

Now, looking at that face, mid-panic attack, Hinata felt his chest spasm. Oikawa's mouth moved, but no sound came out, at least that Hinata heard. Everyone else heard.

Kenma had just finished slipping a shirt on and joining Kuroo at the mirrors when he saw some kind of showdown. The silence was taut and painful. Oikawa broke it first, vile words addressed to none other than Hinata Shōyo. "So you're spreading your legs for other captains now, huh."

Kuroo was shocked, backing away from Hinata before he truly registered the words. Neither he, nor the cat-eyed setter had time to register what was happening, though. Their thoughts were interrupted. By the little number ten's scream.

Hinata POV

I can't catch my breath, Oikawa's here Oikawa's here Oika-

Oikawa's here.

What will happen to me? I'm not alone right now but what if the Nekoma players leave me behind. What then? I don't want to- to do that with anyone again.

Ever.

I scream. It took me a moment to realize the wretched sound was from me. I gasped for air, finally registering Oikawa's first words.

My mind went blank. How could he say something like that? How could he even speak to me so calmly. Am I overreacting? Was what happened really a normal thing? Should I just accept it?

I don't wanna I don't wanna-

"Don't you dare say shit like that to Hinata-kun," Kuroo growls, and Kenma throws an arm out to keep the bead head from lunging. My breathing is even faster now. I'm watching two people I care about get mad.

I don't want them talking to Oikawa. I don't want them to know. I need to pull myself together and move past this. But, Oikawa calling me a goddamned whore? I was shaking with fear and rage.

"Oikawa. What the fuck do you mean, 'other captains'? Is there something going on between you and Shōyo?" From Kenma's tone I can tell exactly what he's thinking. The genius setter was probably letting the pieces just fall in to place. I couldn't let that happen.

"N-no! There's n-nothing going o-on between u-us," I curse the stutter. Suddenly I feel the weight of Oikawa's glare. Please don't stare at me please don't stare at m-

I can feel the back of my neck prickle as the Seijoh captain's anger and malice washed over me. I took a shaking breath, then another. Kuroo might have bought my lie, but Kenma didn't. Not for a second.

Oikawa took a step towards us, and I tensed violently. This certainly didn't go unnoticed by Kenma--or Kuroo for that matter.

Kenma POV

Kuroo's pretty dense but I for one am not an idiot. I saw the way Shōyo reacted when that Seijoh captain walked in. God, I heard him scream. Why the hell would he scream like that? He was having a panic attack because Kuroo got to close to him but...

Why would his breakdown worsen when Oikawa walked in? Why the hell would Oikawa say such crass things to Shōyo?

There is only one possible answer: Oikawa is the one who's been hurting Shōyo. He's responsible for all the bruises on my friend's body - probably more I don't know about - and he's the cause of Shōyo's current, mentally exhausted state.

That fucking bastard.

"You've been abusing Hinata-kun, haven't you, you fucking prick?" I look up in surprise to find Kuroo speaking. Guess he's not as dense as I thought. Kuroo's anger was like a simmering blanket pressing down upon the bathroom as he stepped toward the disgusting setter.

I'm not going to sugarcoat it. From what I've seen...Shōyo must've been raped by this guy. I cannot believe the bullshit Shōyo's putting up with, dealing with his own demons while keeping them locked away, sleeping in the same building as your abuser, keeping quiet.

It must've been utter hell so far. But not anymore, not know that I know.

I glance toward Shoyo, looking for some kind of acknowledgement. The poor kid is shaking, eyes on the ground, expression completely void of anything. Like he was shutting down. Gradually his tremors subsided, and he looked up, straight at Kuroo.

"Yeah," the bare-chested spiker nodded faintly. "That's exactly right."

That was when I noticed Ushijima-san, and all of Karasuno standing at the doorway.

Ushijima POV

My fist connected with Oikawa's face, hard. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as I wound up and struck him again. Again. Red coated my vision, and I felt the setter's nose break with satisfaction. Hinata wasn't stopping me. Neither was anyone else for that matter.

I didn't want them to.

I pause for breath, yanking up Oikawa by his collar as he gasped and clutched at my arm. The silence was deafening and thick with anger, anger from me, from his team, from the two Nekoma players on the other side of the room.

Soft, bare footfalls broke that silence, and I turn my head to see Hinata walking past his team without so much as a glance. The way he left was so nonchalant, as though he had simply decided against staying any longer.

My gaze fixed on the doorway as he passed through it, out of sight. As soon as I couldn't see the middle blocker anymore I dropped Oikawa, his piece of shit body thudding onto the tile unceremoniously.

Then I ran after the boy I loved.

Wordcount: 970

A/n

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