Sunshine || HinaTsukiYama || DISCONTINUED

26

Days passed, and eventually Shoyo was allowed to join the team in practicing once more. He spent a little extra time stretching, since he wasn't even allowed to do that much for weeks.

Shoyo was behind, he knew it, in fact the thought was one of the many that gnawed at him constantly, often keeping him awake at night.

And so it was no surprise to him or any of his teammates when he was unable to properly hit a single spike for the first hour and a half of practice.

The team gave Shoyo worried and pity-filled glances, with the exception of Kageyama, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima.

Kageyama looked absolutely furious, he knew it wasn't the ginger's fault, but he couldn't help but want to spike a volleyball right into the back of the shorter boy's hair.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima both looked worried rather than pitying, and though Yama's reaction was expected he was shocked by the same look mimicked in the blond's eyes.

Shoyo shook his head to clear his thoughts, asking for just one more ball. He thought of the looks in his teammates eyes and was fuelled by a new passion, a rage unrivaled.

And so when the ball lined up perfectly to his palm, he hit it with every bit of force he could muster. The ball hit the gym floor with a power similar to that of Kyuotani's or Ushijima's, sending the rest of the team ablaze.

Yamaguchi ran to Shoyo, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy, squealing in his ears and not noticing the fire that had spread to the ginger's cheeks at Yamaguchi's touch.

Noya, however, noticed the blush that had almost swallowed every bit of Shoyo's face and chuckled to himself lightly.

So I was right, at least for the first person.

Noya had his suspicions, of course, for the second person his kouhai liked, though he would not verbalize these.

After practice had ended and the team changed back into their school uniforms, the first years all made their way to their respective classrooms.

They suffered through a full day of classes, sighing thankfully when they were finally dismissed to club activities.

And so Shoyo changed back into his long-sleeved shirt, hiding the day-old slices in his skin that he'd been hiding from everyone.

Practice was intense and lasted longer than usual that night; the sun had descended nearly two hours before the sweaty teenagers abandoned the gym.

Phones were filled with notifications, worried parents and siblings having spammed the team.

Noya and Shoyo made their way back to their house in a comfortable silence. Noya had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, glancing at Shoyo occasionally as the other was chewing on his lip, clearly distracted.

"Ne, Sho, what's wrong?"

Shoyo snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his friend with wide eyes, surprised to have been caught thinking so deeply.

"I, uh, it's nothing. Just worried about a test."

It was a terrible lie, one that Noya saw right through though he decided to ignore it for now.

When they got back to their house, something felt off. There was a new tension in the air, something that hadn't been there in the three months since Shoyo had moved in.

They looked at each other quickly, each with eyes full of mild panic. Noya gestured for Shoyo to stand behind him as he grabbed for the nearest feasible weapon.

The two walked into the living room, then the kitchen where Noya promptly dropped the umbrella in his hands.

"Mom?"