Before the clouds blocked the sun

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Hi, this is my first fanfic. We will see how it goes. It's an Oihina (if you couldn't tell). I just find that ship a little cute. Grammar and me do not work. Also considering English is not my first language please do correct me if I make any dumb mistakes or use a word incorrectly.  The will not be a set update schedule but I will try my best to update regular.Anyway y'all probably have had enough of this already sooooo let's get on to the story.

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3rd person POV:
It was a warm day, the sun shining, draping it's rays over everyone who walked into its light. On this day a lucky woman was about to give birth to her second child. Her husband had left her when he found out, he found one kid to much, but she didn't care, she promised her self she would love her children regardless.

—5 years later—

3rd personPOV:
"Shoyo wake up your gonna be late for school, and don't you have that important volleyball game today?" hinata could hear his mother yell. Truth be told he's been awake for a good hour now. He couldn't believe it, his first proper volleyball match. His first time on the court with an actual team. He knew very well he wouldn't win but to him it didn't matter as long as he got to play.
"Coming mum!" He yelled back. He loved his mother, sure she sometimes had little outbursts but who doesn't. After all she is a single mother and he understands her completely. He put on his jacket and went down stairs.
"There you are Shoyo, eat up and hurry along."
"Yes mum." Hinata says with a smile as he inhales his breakfast in 2 seconds flat. "Bye mum, love you!"
"Bye Shoyo." She says with a smile.
He opened the door and went outside to grab his bike. Ridding fast to get to the court were he would meet the rest of his makeshift team. You see he was the only one officially on the school team so he asked a bunch of his friends from other sports clubs to join him so he could at least play once in middle school.
The court looked incredible to him. He was amazed, but he wasn't nervous. He was never nervous. If he was nervous his mom would be worried and he never wanted that. She worked to hard for her to be also worrying about him. He was playing against a powerful team. He saw them play before. Their spikers strong and their setter was a genius yet from the moment he stepped on the court he felt the strong tension of the other team. Something was wrong and he could use that to his advantage.

Hinatas POV:
I'm short but I can fly leaving them shocked. If I break their morals a bit and there feeling of a definite win I could stress their setter. He looks like he doesn't do well under pressure and will start taking it out on the other teammates. I saw him shout at them earlier after onion head didn't hit his set after it was obviously too fast so this will be simple. Now receives are not my strong point but with the help of Izumi* I could block quite decently. I just need to get their setter to make a few mistakes and I can maybe win a set.

We lost, badly. My first game in middle school and my last. It only lasted 31 minutes. God I am pathetic. I can't blame the rest of my team they all lacked experience. They did all the could and did their best. I was the one who had to try harder. Yet I still lost very badly.

—1 year later—

3rd person POV:
Hinata was standing outside the Karasuno gym. This was it his first real team, with people who have way more experience than him. To him this was the most amazing learning opportunity. A chance to actually succeed. Volleyball was his everything and nothing would stop him from achieving great things.

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I hope you like it so far and sorry we haven't got to oihina yet what will be slightly in the next chapter. Please tell me if I made any mistakes or if you want to see anything specific.
I don't know if this is a good length so please tell me if the chapters should be longer and I will try my best.

*he is Hinata's 3rd year middle school friend

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