When the Sun Stops Shining

Chapter Twenty-Six: Moral Overlord

A/N: Everyone's heartbroken.

"Thanks for lunch, Kageyama." Hinata licked the ramen broth off his lips and shot a grin over at the dark-haired sniper. "I appreciate it."

"It's okay." Kageyama stood up and sat down on the foot of his bed once again, looking Hinata straight in the eyes. "Now, Hinata. I need you to tell me the truth."

"Ah... okay?"

"Is Ushijima the one who did this to you?" The rage was burning deep within Kageyama's dark eyes. "Did he?"

"No," Hinata eventually managed to say. Man, he really can't read social cues. Kageyama had spent the lunch being helpful and listening to Hinata talk about volleyball, but now he was asking all of these heavy questions.

"Then who? It was one of the C.Os, wasn't it?"

"Kageyama..."

"Tell me." Kageyama didn't realise that Hinata was becoming uncomfortable with the situation. He was only focused on quelling the rage within him by finding out who had hurt Hinata. He wanted to get revenge, properly.

"Stop it."

"But you can't let the C.O. get away with it—"

"He's dead!" The words tore from Hinata's lips. "He's fucking dead, alright? There's nothing you can do!"

"Hinata..."

"Is that why you're so interested in me? You want to have some dinnertime stories for everyone else? They all fucking hate me, after all." Usually, Hinata would've been crying in a situation like this. But right now, all he could do was shake with frustration. Kageyama was acting the same way that Takeru had. He just kept pushing, pushing, pushing.

"You still think that of me?" There was a jolt of shock in Kageyama's otherwise dark eyes. "You really think I'm using you?"

"I'm not stupid! I know how things work in prison!" Hinata stood up. "Now that you've fed me, there's probably some sort of deal. What, are you going to sell me off to someone?"

"Hinata, I want to help you—"

"Help me? Help me with what? You're just as bad as everyone else! You've killed! You've hurt people! How can you help me, Kageyama? Tell me that. How?"

"Don't you dare. Don't play moral overlord while you're standing underneath the same roof as I am," Kageyama said, his tone low. "Don't." Hinata sensed the danger behind the sniper's words. However, he didn't care. He was angry, so angry.

"I'm not some injured puppy that you can nurse back to health. I'm not some sort of toy that you can manipulate." Hinata threw his chopsticks to the ground and walked towards the door. "You don't come into my life and tell me that you want to protect me. The only thing I want you to do is fuck off. Maybe I wasn't wrong when I was saying you should stay away. I'm engaged! I don't have time to be messing around!" He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

"Alright then." Kageyama's irritation had reached new levels. "I'll fuck off, that's for sure. But I'm not leaving my own fucking room. So, why don't you excuse yourself, Mr Independent?"

"Don't mock me!" Hinata wheeled around, pointing a shaking finger at Kageyama. "Don't you dare! You're just some sort of fucked-up individual that thinks he can just play doctor whenever he feels like it! I don't need that, alright? I'm better than that!"

"I honestly didn't understand why everyone hated you so much," Kageyama began to say. "But I think I'm starting to see it. I don't have time for this. Get out of my room."