ᴛᴀᴘꜱ ~ ᴋᴀɢᴇʜɪɴᴀ

Chapter 2

Hinata tossed his bag to the floor and rushed into his bathroom. He turned on the water and stripped quickly, shaking. "Why am I doing this? Why did I let them do this?"

He got under the water and grabbed his loofah, scrubbing everything. It hurt, so much. His bruises ached. His back ached.

*You're disgusting. You let them touch you.*

"I didn't mean to." He sobbed. Hinata crumpled to the shower floor, shaking and crying. "I didn't want to do it."

*You let them do it. It's your fault you hurt so much.*

"I-I didn't do anything!" Hinata cried. He kept washing himself, tired and feeling worse and worse the more time he listened to himself.

Maybe it was his fault.

He could have stopped them. Sure he was small but hey, when had that stopped him?

He'd let it happen.

And now their words were getting to him.

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"Shōyō! I need to use the bathroom! Hurry up!" A small ginger shouted and continued to pound on the door. Just beyond the door was a crying boy, wiping the vomit from his chin.

"S-sorry! I'll be right out!" He said and flushed the toilet. Hinata looked into the mirror and sighed. Nothing was changing. His bruises were gone, which was a good thing. But he kept pinching at his stomach, his wrists, thighs, and face. "Were they kidding?"

He slipped his shirt back on and quickly left the room, slipping his shoes and bag on quickly. He jumped on his bike and started to quickly pedal up the hill. Time was running short, he hadn't ate yet, and was probably going to get yelled at. Today was not a good day for the ginger.

He pulled up to the school and ran into the gym quickly. "KAGEYAMA! You're up- Hinata?" Everyone stopped and looked at the boy. A ball on the other side of the court hit the ground and Nishinoya cursed loudly. "You're late. Get changed and take laps."

Hinata sighed and set his bag down. He walked to the changing room and slipped on his uniform, cringing at the taste in his mouth. Daichi apparently had no patience for him now. This was the sixth time in two weeks that he had come late to morning practice. It wasn't going to look good to the other teammates.

His shirt felt a bit looser than normal, the sleeves slightly sagged and the fabric slid down his chest ever so slightly. But he was happy that there was progress. Hinata got up and went to where he would normally do laps, stretching a bit.

"This'll be great to loose weight from. Maybe if I run to school instead of biking..."

He looked around the track and smiled at Tsukishima, who was perched on the bleachers. He never really had to practice with the team any more so he either ran around the track or stayed somewhere in yelling distance. When he noticed the bright smile being sent his way, he rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. The blonde was bored and there wasn't anything to do at the moment.

Testing Hinata could be fun.

The boy was already doing laps, jogging quickly around the green turf with a concentrated look on his face. His eyes were closed but the way his brows furrowed and the way his lips pursed proved that he was doing his best to focus. Tsukishima got down from his perch and waited until Hinata stopped to take a sip of water. He had been running for fifteen minutes now and his small chest was going up and down quickly.

Trying to get air into your lungs and talking was not a good idea so this was perfect to say something.

"Hey shorty." Hinata looked up from tying his laces and nodded. "Why are you late again?"