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;; yamagato didn't take the news too well when he had been diagnosed with major depression. it broke him, and it broke someone special to him. he sighed as the thoughts sinked in.
his special person hugged him, they had stuffed their face in his neck as they cried their heart out. the swelling tears dripped down yamagata's neck. it left him to cry along with his special person. he couldn't understand.
he can't live a life like this, not because of his own mental health, but his special person's. "you'll help me, won't you?" he smiled, staring into his best friend's eyes.
"of course i will. who do you think i am?"
they laughed. "thank you."
but no matter how hard hinata tried, yamagato just wasn't getting any better. the slow process gave hinata a bit of hope, but now, he's just about to give up. there's nothing that can bring yamagato some form of happiness.
nothing worked. over periods of times, hinata noticed little things about yamagato that worried him so much. his discolored fingernails, his skin became cold, and his body started limping more and more each day.
there was definitely something wrong, snooping in yamagato room (they don't live together) he found pills. "happy pills" hinata read.
he looked closer into the pill bottle, the bottle was almost empty. hinata had to stop and think, it came to him. there was only one explanation. he then received a call.
the caller being yamagato's co-worker, this could either be good or bad news. he accepted. "i'm sorry, but yamagato fell unconscious and he has no pulse." ❧
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Fanfictioncollection of mini oneshots with hinata. (except he dies in almost every chapter). this is mature content and will contain graphic, inappropriate and disturbing acts. i do not take requests. ★ means bonus chapters.
