***Third person POV

It had been about 6 days since Hinata had been admitted to the hospital. The training camp had ended 3 days ago but the team stayed in Tokyo so they could still visit Hinata everyday.

Hinata made a quick recovery and was going to be discharged tonight. Everyone was excited for him but Hinata was scared to go home. His father did not come to see him once in the hospital and he knew what was waiting for him at his house.

The team rode the bus back to Miyagi and dropped all of the kids off at the school. They offered to carry Hinata to his house so he didn't have to walk but Hinata insisted that he walk home with Kageyama like he always had.

***Hinatas POV

Kageyama and I walked home from the school like usual, but this time Kageyama insisted he walk me all the way to my house to be sure I made it home safe. But it wasn't the trip home that wasn't safe, it was home itself. I was scared my dad would be drunk or angry when I arrived home.

We walked towards my front door and knocked. My dad slung the door open, he reeked of alcohol.

"WELL ITS ABOUT TIME YOUR SORRY ASS GOT HO- oh who's this?" He yelled, but controlled himself when he saw Kageyama. I didn't dare look at Kageyama, I don't even want to see the look on his face right now. I never wanted him to meet my dad but here we are.

"I'm Tobio Kageyama, a friend from the volleyball club. You must be Hinata's dad." He said. He stuck his hand out to shake his hand but dad ignored it and looked back at me.

"Well thanks for walking him home but he really should be getting inside now." My dad said with a fake smile. He forcefully grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards him. I flinched but tried to hide it. I didn't want Kageyama to see and get involved in my mess of a home life.

Kageyama looked back and forth between my dad and I a couple times before responding. "Yeah it is getting pretty late..." He said with hesitation. "I guess I'll get going..." He said as he turned in his heel and started to walk away. I sighed in relief as he left.

My dad shoved me inside as he slammed the door and locked it. "So I heard you got Koki arrested. You ungrateful brat, he paid good money for you." He slurred. "I thought you liked boys anyways, so what was the problem? Huh? You're supposed to like shit like that you freak." He spat in my face. He slapped me hard in the face and onto the ground. "Get out of my sight." He sneered. I grabbed my things and bound up the stairs.

When I got to my room I threw my bag across the room and broke down. I threw myself onto my bed and looked up at ceiling. I felt sick at the thought that I would have to go back to dealing with my dad on a daily basis again. I cried myself into a deep sleep and didn't wake up for the remainder of the night.

***Kageyama's POV

I walked away from Hinata's house after seeing how aggressive his was dad being. I didn't want to start trouble but I wasn't going to just allow him to possibly hurt Hinata either. As soon as the door shut I turned back around and watched them through the window.

Hinata's dad was screaming at him before I made it to the window so I only heard part of the conversation. "I thought you liked boys anyways, so what's the problem? Huh? You're supposed to like shit like that you freak." He yelled right before he slapped Hinata across the face and onto the ground. It took all of my will power to not break down the door right then and there and beat the shit out of his dad.

Was his dad talking about Koki? Hinata told me that Koki told him he should have enjoyed what happened because he was gay. That had to be what he meant.

I watched as Hinata grabbed his bag and ran up the stairs. I backed up into the yard so that I could see into his bedroom window. I saw Hinata throw his bag across his room and begin to cry. He flopped onto his bed and stayed there. After a while of making sure nothing else was going to happen, I turned around and ran down the street towards my house.

When I reached my house I ran inside without even saying hi to my family, there were more important things to handle right now.

I pulled out my phone and called Daichi. I told him what I had just saw at Hinata's house. "I think his dad may be abusing him. And also I think he may have already known about Koki." I told him.

"Kageyama, I told him about Koki when I called him last week, of course he knew about it. I agree that this all sounds a little harsh but we can't just accuse him of being abusive." Daichi told me.

He did have a point. We couldn't accuse him of anything until we had solid evidence, but I'm still worried about him. Even before he shut the door he was so aggressive when he jerked Hinata away from me.

"Daichi, I understand what you're saying, but I can't ignore this. There's something going on that we don't know about." I told him.

"I didn't say we were going to ignore it. We're going to look into this further ourselves before we accuse him of anything to an adult. But we have to be careful. From what you told me he seems very aggressive and none of us need to get hurt." Daichi said in a serious tone.

"I understand, thank you for helping me with this." I said.

"We all what to help Hinata. He's been through a lot this week and he shouldn't have to struggle anymore for a while. We all are going to help look after him." Daichi said.

At that we said our goodbyes and ended the call. How could I help Hinata without intruding on his space? I didn't want to have to creep around outside his house just to watch for signs of abuse. I guess we'll just have to keep an eye on how he looks and acts at practice.

I took a shower and climbed into bed. I was exhausted and happy to finally be in my own bed. Not to say I didn't enjoy Hinata's company at the hospital but I was happy to sleep in my own room.

I realized though that it now felt strange to sleep without him curled up beside me. The bed felt empty without him in it. I wish he was here with me. We had barely been apart for an hour and I already missed him.

I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about Hinata. Is this what loving someone feels like?