This is a one-shot. I think it is completed but I didn't upload it to my one-shot collection so I'm putting it here. :)

I see the ball flying through the air towards me. The stadium falls silent around me as I focus solely on the ball. I push my forearms foreword and bend my legs deeper. The ball hits my arms and soars through the air. The noise returns almost instantly, a mix of booing and cheering. Hinata calls for the ball in which he doesn't receive and it ends up gravitating to the Ace of the team.

Asahi jumps high, toned arm swinging back and slamming against the ball which travels cross court. The other team countered the attack but no matter how hot Asahi looks, I focus on the ball and it travels to the right side of the court. I lunge for it but slam into Tanaka. We both fall to the ground.

I feel something rip in my ankle but immediately stand up, careful to not put a lot of pressure on it. The ball flies through the air and makes contact with the ground. A medical timeout gets called by the referee. Tanaka groans and sits up and blood drips down his crooked nose. He holds it protectively. The team rushes around us. Sugawara helps Tanaka stand and guides him towards the doors where he's taken by a doctor.

A hand rests against my shoulder. I look up at the brown haired male. "Are you alright Noya?" Asahi asks with a soft tone.

I swallow the truth and instead of replying, I lay down on the ground and start doing finger push-ups, determined to win and use that as my apology towards Tanaka. "C'mon Noya. We have a game that needs to be played," Suga says.

I jump upwards and my smile slightly faulters as pain flows through my ankle. Ennoshita gets called onto the court and we return to the ground.

The game continues with Ennoshita raising our spirits and the scores rising. We're in the lead, that's all that matters. The hardcore pulsing pain ceases to stop and instead gets worse. An occasional tear would roll down my cheek, though it blended in with the sweat. The pain I felt was too much and every step felt like it'd been run over by a bus. My composure was slipping.

I run to the centre line and go in for a libero set. As I bend my knees and pop upwards, the worst pain that I've experienced today shoots through my ankle and I immediately collapse. I cradle my right ankle as I roll from side to side, tears falling like rapid fire. I let out a loud agonizing scream. Medics quickly come running up to me and lift me up. My visions blurry but I can only guess the disappointment the team feels is a lot. And now I'm crying not just from the pain, but from my discontent as well.

I was in a daze for a lot of the day and wasn't aware for most of the trip to the hospital, getting a boot for my ankle.

"Yu!" Mum shouts. I jump in the seat and look at her. "I've been calling you for the past five minutes."

"Sorry," I mumble with a croaky voice. I look down at my supported ankle and once again feel the tears pricking at my eyes.

"It's alright. We'll be home soon so you can rest once we get there."

"Huh? I want to watch the rest of the volleyball match," I tell her.

"Don't be stupid. You've broken your ankle. You can't play that stupid sport for at least six weeks. It's a good thing because you may find a better sport to play," Dad chimes in.

"Don't say that Babe. It's rude. Volleyball is a wonderful sport. I find it enjoyable," Mum says.

I lower my head as a fight slowly breaks out. This is why I hate travelling with my parents. Argument upon argument upon argument. It never seems to stop.

We pull into our driveway and as quickly as my un-coordinated footing can do, I get out of the car and push myself through the garage door and into the house. Relief washes over me as the fighting fades away. I walk down the hall and into my bedroom, where I slam the door closed. I lie in bed and pull out my phone. It's been four hours since the match begun.

I call Asahi. The phone beeps after the third ring. "I'm so glad you called, Yu," he says with relief. "How are you feeling?"

I sigh. "How...was the game?" I try to pull us off the topic.

He hesitates before replying, "we lost."

I stay quiet as I process his words before gulping. "We lost?" My words show my hesitation.

"Well it was pretty close. We lost the second set and won the third set. They got the last two. The fifth was a close call. They won by two points. It went into overtime," he explains.

A/N: Sorry if I got the facts wrong. I don't know much about how matches work in Volleyball.

"...Oh. Sorry."

"Yu? Are you alright? What are you apologising for?" Asahi asks, confused.

"If my ankle had held out for a few more minutes, then we could've won the second set and we'd have won the game over all."

"That's not true. We weren't strong enough but next time we fight them we'll win. I assure you."

"Yeah! You're right, Azumane," I lies with a happy tone.

"How's your ankle?" He asks softly.

"It's broken," I says with a sad tone.

"How long will you be out of volleyball?"

"At least six weeks. Sorry."

"No, no, no, it's alright. You couldn't've stopped it anyways," Asahi's frantic voice says.

"If I'd payed attention to Tanaka and not you, it wouldn't've happened. I wanted to impress you," I says, only telling half the truth. I can hear Asahi's embarrassment.

"D-Don't say that stuff, Yu!"

"I don't want to lie."

"Stop it, Yu," he says, still flustered.

I decide to tease him a bit. "But you're just so beautiful, Azumane. And you look super hot when you jump. I think you are the best looking guy out there. I love your soft personality-" I cut myself off as the door to my room opens. Familiar chopped black hair reveals itself. "I have to go now. Bye Asahi." I hang up immediately.

Silence, deadly, unwavering silence that is quickly sliced. "What was all that flirting for?" Dad asks.

"It was Asahi's sister. She's really hot," I lie.

"Sure. And his sister is a guy now, is she?"

"Uh well-" Dad storms over and pulls me up by the collar of my uniform, knocking down my crutches in his wake.

"Don't lie to me. Were you flirting with a guy? What have you become!" He throws me onto the bed and I try to shuffle away and press against the wall. The phone rings and Asahi's contact number comes up. Red hearts on each side. "What is this, Yu! Why are there red hearts around his name? Are you kidding me? Change it. Now. And block him." He harshly hands over the phone. I look at him with shaky eyes and he shouts, "hurry up."

I clumsily fill his orders and my heart rips like the volleyball net when someone crashes into it. I hand the phone back and he smiles at me. "Good. If I catch you talking to him outside of school, I'll have you remove him completely out of your life. I'm confiscating your phone for a week. Maybe then you'll learn that you can't be gay." He puts my phone in his pocket and leaves the room.

I continue to shake in the corner of my bed and start crying. This day has not been a good one. The door opens again and this time Mum walks in, her black hair loose on her shoulders. She closes the door and rushes to my side, pulling me into a deep hug. I return it and rest my head in the crook of her neck, tears flowing down my cheeks and soaking her shirt. I choke on the words that feel so desperate to escape my lips.

"It's ok, Yu. You'll be alright. Take a deep breath," she comforts. I follow her orders and feel myself slowly starting to calm down.

~Time Skip~

I pull on my left shoe silently and grab my crutches. I leave the house silently and make the journey to school. Jogging would take ten minutes so it'll take me around thirty minutes to arrive at the gym in this state. An injury doesn't mean I can stay away from practice. I won't be able to participate but I can still observe and cheer everyone one.

Thirty minutes pass and I arrive at the gym doors. The sound of the first years fighting fills my ears while Tanaka sounds crazy. I take a deep breath in and hobble inside the gym. Everyone looks at me. Tanaka has white padding on his nose.

"Hey buddy!" Tanaka shouts and runs over to me. "How you doing? That boot looks really cool!"

"Can I use your crutches, Nishinoya-san?" Hinata asks energetically.

I give him a thumbs-up. "Sure." I head over to a nearby bench and sit down, giving the crutches to an over-excited middle blocker. Tanaka walks with Hinata, trying to get him to let him use the crutches. I look around at the other members of the team and see Asahi standing, worry etched on his face.

Sugawara walks up to me with Daichi and Yamaguchi. "How are you feeling?" Suga asks.

"Never been better." I smile brightly.

Yamaguchi's expression shows his relief. "That's good," he says.

"You should return to training," I tell them. They nod and get everyone to return their focus to volleyball. I also get my crutches back.

I observe the practice, feeling down. I notice Asahi occasionally glance over at me. He also seems distant from the game, as if he can't focus on the task at hand.

~Time Skip because this is getting long~

Practice is over and everyone has finished packing up the net. I stand up and call out, "Azumane." He stops and looks over at me, a smile present on his lips. He walks away from the rest of the team and towards me. Coach Ukai and Takeda-sensei leave, realising that something's about to go down.

"I've been meaning to ask how you have been," Asahi says when he stops in front of me.

"I was going to ask you the same thing!" I cheer out and punch him lightly on the shoulder. "You looked really distracted out on the court. What's wrong?"

"You just worried me last night with what you were saying and then suddenly hanging up. I thought something bad was going to happen. And then you blocked my number. What was that about?"

My blood freezes. I forgot that Asahi worries that easily and he was bound to find out I'd block him. No one knows about Dad and I don't plan on anyone finding out about such a big secret but I know I'm going to have to tell someone one day. "Aw, you were worried about me. I don't think I can deal with this," I say theatrically.

"I'm being serious, Yu," his tone was cold (terrifying almost).

"Sorry," I mumble. "I guess you were going to find out one day. You're my boyfriend after all."

"What are you talking about, Yu?" Asahi cautiously asks.

"It doesn't matter. In a few years, you'll find out." I don't have the guts to go through with it.

"But I don't want to wait that long. You're my boyfriend and I need to know you're safe."

"I guess I'm safe," I say.

Asahi sits down on the bench behind me and pats the empty spot next to him. I hesitantly take his offer. "Tell me. It's alright."

I take a deep breath, nerves on edge as I formulate my answer. "My dad made me block your number last night because I was apparently calling you too much," I lie.

"There's more to it than just that," Asahi says, seeing curvy through my lies.

"No there isn't," I reply coldly.

"Please, Yu. Let me in," he begs.

"I did tell you."

"I'm begging you, Yu. I can help but only if you let me in," he pleads.

"Ok, fine. If that'll settle you down," I say. Asahi doesn't respond so I take it as my opportunity to speak. "My dad's a homophobe. He heard me flirting with you last night and made me block you. he also thinks that volleyball isn't a good sport. Oh, and I also don't have a phone for a week," I tell him and quickly add, "I'm not allowed to interact with you outside of school."

"Yu," he whispers.

"I'm alright, Azumane. Don't worry."

"I'm so sorry!" He cries and engulfs me into a deep, crushing hug.

"You're crushing me," I whisper out painfully. He loosens the hug but doesn't let go.

"I love you, Yu," Asahi urgently says.

"I love you too." I laugh at him. Oh, how I love him. No one can take him away from me, I think to myself.