Don't Make Me Walk When I Want To Fly SEASON 1

CHAPTER 3: 06:45

Chapter 3

06:45

Hinata coughed up everything he could and when it stopped, he flushed the toilet and tried to stop his legs from shaking. He wiped his mouth with a towel he could grab without standing up and then took a deep quivering breath. Everything hurt, his throat, his stomach, his chest.

His perfect skin on his chest, on his face.

And here he was. Waking up at 04:45. Yesterday.

Again.

With

perfect

skin.

Hinata wanted to puke again.

"Hinata!"

He flinched and then looked back to see Suga standing at the door. He was even more worried than yesterday.

Well.

Hinata's yesterday.

"What's wrong?" Suga was looking at the towel in his hand, and then at his face, growing more worried in every second if that was possible. "Did you eat something? Did someone cough at you? Or sneeze?" Suga paled as if he remembered something. "If Kuroo sneezed at you, I swear I'm going to have Daichi beat him up–"

Hinata raised his hands, all defensive. "I'm not sick, I swear. It's okay," he sighed and then started massaging his forehead. "Just please don't tell anyone."

Suga's eyes showed concern making Hinata's widen.

"It's no big deal," even to himself, this sentence sounded way too defensive. "It's obvious that my stomach couldn't handle something," he gave out a weak smile. "That happens every now and then."

Suga didn't look convinced but he seemed to decide that for now, he would leave at that. At least, that was how it had seemed to Hinata.

Suga came closer to him and then helped Hinata stand up. When the older boy was sure Hinata could handle himself, he brought a glass of water, gave it to Hinata and said,

"If you want, you can brush your teeth," Suga told him. "But if I were you, I wouldn't run or jump anywhere for at least half an hour."

Hinata nodded, thanking him, and then took little sips out of the glass. After this, Suga went back to bed and Hinata decided he would brush his teeth. He had enough of his stinking breath.

Argh, gross.

When Hinata had finished brushing his teeth he suddenly noticed how quiet everything was at that moment. How empty.

Nothing.

And then it hit Hinata.

As if every breath had been knocked out of him in a single moment.

I died.

He felt dizzy – he grabbed the washbasin's sides with his two hands and then squeezed. Trying to stay on his feet, trying to think what needs to be done to make this day different, trying to find a way to–

I wonder if I ever die.

Hinata forgot to breathe.

I wonder if I ever wake up on tomorrow.