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Glad I Could Make it
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Concluída, Primeira publicação em mar 12, 2017
Hinata has been dealing with an illness all alone since the fall tournament. Keeping it to himself has been hard. The constant nosebleeds and bruises, the lack of color in his skin and hair. Its all catching up to him, afraid to loose something he loves and cherishes, volleyball. So he doesn't tell a soul. Not his sister, not even his team. The only other person who knows is the one who diagnosed him and his mother who has ruined his life in more ways then one.
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[Kageyhina] My edit above^ COMPLETED It was their toughest and hardest practice of the year. With the boys being hungry, Hinata and Kageyama set out late after practice to get some food. They strolled down the side of the road, Hinata walking in the middle with Karasuno's top setter on his left side and his bike on his right. As they slowly walked down the road eating their dumplings the nights shadows faded over them, the occasional street light flickering over the outlines of their bodies, coating the darkness surrounding them. After having a discussion between the two volleyball players, Hinata sadly turned to go back home; another light passing his body as he pushed on his pedals to head down the Mountain. Only this light seemed to be different from all the others. Very different. Something hard had smacked him in the back, pushing him off of his bike and into a thick metal railing. A painful red hand print now covered the spot between his two shoulder blades.