The sun who saved the moon (tsukishima x hinata)

4. bad got worse.

Tsukishima's POV

I open my eyes to see everyone talking. They all sounded worried. Why are they all surrounding me..? I then realized how badly my head was throbbing and went up to touch it. My headband is gone. Is my cut all they saw? What do i say to my team mates. My thoughts were cut off by the shrimp calling the attention back to me.

"What happened" i asked

"Tanaka slammed a volleyball at your head" nishinoya stated.

"noya shut up! I'm so so so sorry Tsukkishima." Tanaka looked ridiculous bowing frantically.

"Look its fine." I got up and everone was looking at me in shock.

"what." I feel my temple bleeding. I touched the soreness and looked down at my bloody fingers. All I could say is "oops" I was much more afraid in my head than I showcased.

Oh no, they are gonna ask so many questions.

"Guys give tsukishima some space", diachi butted in within all the stares.

"Tsukkishima?"

"yea?"

"I think its best if you go home for the rest of the evening and get some rest. We have our nekoma game tomorrow and we need our tall guy rested." Diachi laughed a little.

"Im more than just a tall player." I scoffed as i left the gym. I shrugged to myself thinking about the bruises and cuts under my shirt, hopping they weren't visible while I was knocked out.

I heard sugawara, yams Daichi conversing and they sound worried. I walked away faster. I didn't want to hear their conspiracies, or their questions, I wanted to escape and go home without being seen. Not even Yams knows the full extent of the situation.

I entered the club room and started changing back into my regular everyday clothes. I looked in the near by mirror. All i could really look at was a pale face, staring right back at me. What reached bellow my neck, all the way to my knees, killed me everyday. All these bruises and cuts aren't as physically painful as they are mentally.

You deserve it
"No I don't" I whispered
Yes you do

Tears fell down my face. I hate constantly fighting these mental battles. I really need to talk to Yams right now-

Hintatas POV

About a minute after tsukkishima left the building, I made an exuse to follow.
"Hey coach I forgot I need to text my mom and tell her where I am."

"Yeah go ahead." He responded.

I made my way up to the club room and noticed the door wasn't completely closed. I looked down at the gym and saw nobody looking out, and I peered into the club room and almost gasped to what I saw.

Tsukishima was covered from neck to knees in cuts and bruises and gashes of all different sizes. There was no way that volleyball could of inflicted those wounds...what the fuck is going on. At closer examination for what I could see through the crack in the door, there were some lower thigh cuts, and scars on his wrist. Oh no Tsukishima, why would you do this to yourself...who hurt you...

I could only see some due to most of his thigh being covered by shorts, but it was enough to make someone cry. I just wanted him to feel cared for, he deserves it...I totally didn't think that did I? I mean yeah he's kinda cute but he's a little stupid asshole. I hate him...wait...do I.... I feel my cheeks blush up and decided I'm gonna text him and see if he's ok later.