Diary of [Shoyo Hinata.]

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Aran's passing hadn't been expected, one minute he's on the bus to go to a match and the next he's getting pulled out a of a now flipped bus.

Shoyo had waited for hours till Aran came out of surgery, his hopefulness sooner turned to hopelessness as the doctor said those horrid words.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Shoyo hadn't ever cried so hard. He went home, alone and cold—ignoring everyone and everything, just laying in bed and watching the ceiling.

This went on for weeks, nearly months as he just gave up, yes he loved volleyball and that could take his mind off of it but Aran wasn't here to watch a new skill he learned, he could learn new things all day and all night just for no one to see them.

On one faithful day though, when Shoyo had finally gotten the courage to go back to living his life, he felt something. Something warm like a blanket, hugged him yet nothing was there, so here he is in his living room getting hugged by what he assumes to be his husband, watching over him, telling him that he's so proud.

Maybe everything will be alright.