A Shadow Casts Over the Sunshine

Chapter 1

Warning: I haven't finished all three seasons of Haikyuu! (I've watched the majority) ALSO I HAVE NOT EDITED! Also I'll be uploading this to my Wattpad. My username is, Deku12345 I update faster on my Wattpad!

Hinata always tried to smile, to keep his head high, and to always be positive. But lately it was getting harder and harder to keep his act together, as a certain day was coming up. Only four years ago, Hinata's father had committed suicide. And it certainly left a stain on the Shouyou family. Natsu (Hinata's little sister) was only two at the time, her memory completely faded at that dark and mournful age. Hinata wished he could have a faded memory. Something to numb the heartfelt memories that he constantly got.

Hinata always remembered his father to be kind and gentle. A father who completely understood his family and would protect them with a snap of a giner. Hinata's father also had humor, and much, much more that Hinata had just adored about him. But even if someone had so much charisma, and talents, doesn't mean that they couldn't have flaws. In fact, Hinata's father was coated in undying flaws.

Hinata's father was diagnosed with many mental diseases, paranoia, anxiety, insomnia, and much more. When Hinata was younger, day by day he watched his father breakdown and crumble.

His father would publically scream, thrash around, and continuously be restrained by many people.

"They're coming for me!" his father would screech, as his arms would hit anything that they came in contact with. It was truly heartbreaking to see someone so strong to be demolished by their own weaknesses. To be demolished by one's own self demons.

Hinata remembered a day almost perfectly. Things were broken, his father completely having no mental stability anymore. The day he finally snapped. That was the day he ended his miserable life. It was a Wednesday, and the sun was settling down for the afternoon as Hinata slowly walked into his house, the wooden boards slowly creaking his tiny feet walked on them. His mother wasn't home at the time, she was still at work. And his baby sister was soundly sleeping.

"Dad?" Hinata asked silently as he walked down a wooden, narrow hallway and stopped at a dark, oak door. This door led to his parents room, to his own nightmare. As the door slowly opened, what stood in front of Hinata would completely mark him.

His father dangled down from a tight rope, his mouth hinged open, eyes white and glossed over. His dead and lifeless eyes staring right at Hinata as he slowly swayed from side to side. Hinata screamed out in true horror, a scream you could only hear of true misery.

Only did minutes after the police finally arrived from a panicked Hinata calling them in weeping cries over the house phone. Only did minutes after, was his father established dead. Death by his own doing. The day was truly miserable, and horrifying.

Days after the incident Hinata dared not go out of his room, paranoia creeped at Hinata like a snake, smothering his breath and tangling him in a rope of nothing but anxiety. He choked back sobs and cries, something that any normal kid would do if they saw their own parent hanging from a noose. His anxiety quickly turned to depression, and much worse things that continued to break apart the few strings of the Shouyou family. His mother got more stressed than she already was, and Natsu always stood alone, completely blinded by the fact that everything was falling apart. A month later Hinata was diagnosed with anxiety attacks and depression. The episodes would happen frequently, and would take longer to calm down the raging orange hair down. Any mention of his father would set a horrible motion. It was hard, honestly. But piece by piece the Shouyou family finally took time and healed. But even if a broken vase gets fixed, there is still cracks from the incident.

His father died on April 27th, it was currently April 20th

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HInata awoke slowly, his eyes felt as if a thousand pounds were dropped on them/ Hinata sat up, his dull ember eyes looking around him. His medium sized room was what some may say a neat mess. Clothes were organized across the red carpeted floor, school books laid neatly on his black desk but still covered it whole, and finally loose papers every here and there with a few bits of volleyball equipment.