Silent || Kagehina

T w e n t y - O n e

Kageyama's POV

"You bastard!" A sudden, enraged emotion took over my body as I screamed that into Hinata's father's face.

His father wasn't phased and he stood slightly shorter than me, so it threw me off knowing I was taller than him. Still, regardless of his height, he deserved to be disciplined for what he did to Hinata and his mom.

"You're heartless!" I threw a punch at his chest and he didn't even flinch or hit me back, which made me step back in shock. I cover my mouth and look down at my sweaty palms.

"S-Sir, I'm so sorry! I-I just can't comprehend that you would come back after all these years, especially after abusing your wife and son—"

"I get it, son." He replied in a coldhearted manner. "I truly deserve to be called a bastard or any other harmful insults imaginable."

I stiffen at the fact that he had called me that. "D-Don't pretend that I'll like you just because you're trying to be all buddy-buddy with me, pal."

"I don't expect anything from you." He continued in his unsympathetic tone. "Although, I do want to make things right with my son."

"What about your wife?! You better have not hurt Hinata's little sister—" I was cut off by Hinata's father once again.

"I didn't hurt Natsu. Actually, I never had any intentions of hurting my wife, as she was the one to ring me up to watch Natsu."

I felt as if my jaw dropped. Is Hinata's mom a crazy alcoholic as well?! My thoughts screamed, but I refused to allow my confusion to take over my current feelings.

"Allow me to explain," Hinata's father began. "I've been in rehabilitation to cure my alcoholic tendencies. I realized how much I've hurt my relationship with my family due to that, so after two years in rehab, I gathered the courage to call my wife. She sounded so frightened over the phone and I finally realized the pain I caused with being drunk nearly all the time."

I guiltily sat down on the Hinata's sofa and listened to Hinata's father's story.

"I figured, for the safety of everyone, I should stay in rehab for as long as I could. I refused to hurt anybody else anymore as the realization traumatized me, but once I heard about Shouyou's accident— I couldn't bring myself to leave the facility whatsoever because I remembered that I wished everything was potentially harmful upon him."

I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I'm puzzled as to why I feel this way, but then I feel the waterworks fully initiate whenever a wave of tears comes streaming down my cheeks.

"S-Sir, I-I'm so.. s-sorry.." I begin to sob, remaining bewildered. He slowly, but steadily walks over towards me, pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you for taking care of Shouyou for me. I was a terrible father and I wish I could redeem myself somehow," he murmurs into my ear, feeling his voice begin to tremble with culpability.

"Where is Shouyou anyway?" I clutch onto Hinata's father's shirt, forcing my tears to stop as I attempt to regain mental stability.

His dad seems hesitant, but he forces himself to say, "He's getting surgery on his vocal cords, probably to correct his deafness as well."

My eyes widen and I feel my mind about to explode, similar to how a volcano is about to erupt. "W-What? W-Why? H-He was completely okay with the way he was, r-right?"

"I should just say this— my wife, Tsugi, also Shouyou's mom, received a call from the same hospital where he was treated for his vocal and hearing loss accident. They said they had a way to fix both his voice and hearing, but it would be risky. She asked Shouyou beforehand if he was willing to do it and he gladly accepted. He simply didn't want to tell you in fear of hurting you or losing you."

"What the hell is that dumbass thinking.." I mumble out loud purposefully. "What the.." I trail off and I'm handed a torn sheet of notebook paper.

"Here are the directions to the hospital, but I apologize in advance for the shitty handwriting. You have only two directions to go, just remember north until Rekka Avenue, then proceed east. You should be able to spot out the hospital from there, yeah?" I nod slowly and he replies with,

"Good. Here's my phone number if you need it," he shoves another piece of paper into my grasp. "My name is Hitoshi Hinata, feel free to contact me; I'll meet you there, kid."

I bite my lip, trying to ignore the anxious thoughts lingering in the back of my head.

I hope this works out, I hope I can trust him, I silently think to myself, breaking into a sprint.

I need you, Shouyou.

I love you, Shouyou.