Word Count: 869

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Hinata​ ​stared​ ​on,​ ​tears​ ​pooling​ ​in​ ​his​ ​downcast​ ​eyes.​ ​He​ ​couldn't​ ​turn​ ​his​ ​head​ ​away​ ​from​ ​the towering​ ​figure​ ​of​ ​Tsukishima.​ ​The​ ​blond​ ​had​ ​locked​ ​gazes​ ​with​ ​him​ ​from​ ​across​ ​the​ ​grassy quad,​ ​but​ ​lowered​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later.​ ​Of​ ​course​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​affected​ ​them​ ​both,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​had​ ​all been​ ​Hinata's​ ​fault.​ ​He​ ​knew​ ​deep​ ​in​ ​his​ ​heart​ ​that​ ​Tsukki​ ​was​ ​much​ ​better​ ​off​ ​without​ ​him,​ ​and yet​ ​water​ ​trailed​ ​down​ ​his​ ​face​ ​whenever​ ​he​ ​thought​ ​of​ ​his​ ​ex-boyfriend.​ ​The​ ​'ex'​ ​felt​ ​like​ ​a​ ​jab​ ​to his​ ​chest,​ ​pushing​ ​the​ ​air​ ​from​ ​his​ ​lungs.​ ​His​ ​fault,​ ​all​ ​his​ ​fault.​ ​Only​ ​a​ ​few​ ​months​ ​into​ ​their relationship​ ​and​ ​yet​ ​Hinata​ ​had​ ​managed​ ​to​ ​ruin​ ​another​ ​thing;​ ​only​ ​this​ ​time​ ​it​ ​was​ ​something more​ ​dear​ ​to​ ​Hinata​ ​than​ ​anything​ ​else.

"H-hey​ ​Tsukishima?"​ ​Hinata​ ​called​ ​to​ ​his​ ​boyfriend​ ​timidly.​ ​The​ ​blond​ ​in​ ​question​ ​lifted​ ​his head, throwing​ ​a​ ​questioning​ ​glance​ ​at​ ​the​ ​smaller​ ​male.

"What's​ ​wrong?​ ​You​ ​always​ ​call​ ​me​ ​'Tsukki,'"​ ​he​ ​mused,​ ​voice​ ​soft.​ ​Hinata​ ​was​ ​the​ ​only​ ​person to​ ​whom​ ​he​ ​showed​ ​genuine​ ​concern​ ​and​ ​affection.​ ​Hinata​ ​meant​ ​everything​ ​to​ ​him.

"I-I​ ​just​ ​don't​ ​think​ ​this...​ ​is​ ​working​ ​out."​ ​The​ ​words​ ​came​ ​slowly,​ ​but​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​the meaning registered, Tsukki grew stiff.

"W-what?"​ ​He​ ​had​ ​hardly​ ​ever​ ​stuttered​ ​before,​ ​but​ ​Hinata​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of​ ​his​ ​only​ ​weaknesses. "Seriously,​ ​what's​ ​wrong?"​ ​At​ ​this​ ​point,​ ​both​ ​males​ ​had​ ​eyes​ ​full​ ​of​ ​tears,​ ​but​ ​Tsukki​ ​refused​ ​to let​ ​them​ ​fall.​ ​He​ ​had​ ​to​ ​divulge​ ​the​ ​situation​ ​before​ ​he​ ​could​ ​become​ ​worked​ ​up.

"I-I​ ​just​ ​don't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​you​ ​anymore!"​ ​Hinata​ ​shouted,​ ​raising​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​at​ ​Tsukki​ ​for​ ​the first​ ​time​ ​in​ ​the​ ​past​ ​few​ ​months.​ ​He​ ​turned,​ ​hiding​ ​the​ ​trails​ ​of​ ​tears​ ​streaking​ ​down​ ​his​ ​flushed face.​ ​"I'm​ ​done​ ​with​ ​this,"​ ​he​ ​spoke​ ​harshly,​ ​confidence​ ​laced​ ​into​ ​the​ ​words​ ​but​ ​that​ ​did​ ​little​ ​to hide​ ​the​ ​small​ ​hitch​ ​in​ ​his​ ​voice,​ ​"with​ ​us."​ ​He​ ​could​ ​only​ ​hope​ ​that​ ​Tsukki-​ ​no,​ ​Tsukishima couldn't​ ​see​ ​the​ ​trembling​ ​his​ ​entire​ ​body​ ​was​ ​undergoing.​ ​With​ ​that​ ​last​ ​statement,​ ​he​ ​rushed out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​room​ ​where​ ​Tsukki​ ​had​ ​been​ ​reading,​ ​nearly​ ​sprinting​ ​away. "Hina,​ ​just​ ​tell​ ​me​ ​what's​ ​wrong!"​ ​the​ ​lean​ ​male​ ​called​ ​out​ ​after​ ​his​ ​love,​ ​desperation​ ​clear​ ​in​ ​his tone.​ ​The​ ​anguish​ ​both could​ ​feel​ ​tangibly​ ​was​ ​what​ ​pushed​ ​Hinata​ ​to​ ​run​ ​faster​ ​and​ ​further;​ ​to someplace​ ​where​ Tsukk-​ ​Tsukishima​ ​couldn't​ ​be​ ​hurt​ ​by​ ​his​ ​stupidity​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​Tsukki​ ​stared after​ ​Hinata,​ ​eyes locked​ ​onto​ ​his​ ​retreating​ ​form.​ ​He​ ​finally​ ​allowed​ ​his​ ​emotions​ ​to​ ​overwhelm him.​ ​He​ ​slouched into​ ​his​ ​seat,​ ​fingers​ ​reaching​ ​to​ ​yank​ ​at​ ​his​ ​pale​ ​locks.​ ​He​ ​dropped​ ​his​ ​head almost​ ​to​ ​his​ ​knees,​ ​wishing​ ​he​ ​could​ ​curl​ ​up​ ​as​ ​those​ ​with​ ​smaller​ ​frames​ ​could.​ ​His​ ​eyes​ ​were stormy​ ​clouds,​ ​drenching​ ​his​ ​pallid​ ​features​ ​in​ ​droplets​ ​of​ ​salty​ ​despair.​ ​​Oh​ ​Hinata,​ ​​he​ ​wondered depressedly​, why​ ​must​ ​opposites​ ​attract?​​ ​He​ ​knew​ ​that​ ​he​ ​would,​ ​or​ ​rather​ ​​could​,​ ​never​ ​love another.​ ​Hinata​ ​was​ ​as​ ​precious​ ​to​ ​him​ ​as​ ​sunlight​ ​was​ ​to​ ​flowering​ ​sakura​ ​trees,​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​few things​ ​vital​ ​to​ ​his​ ​existence.​ ​And​ ​now,​ ​like​ ​a​ ​rainbow​ ​after​ ​a​ ​storm,​ ​that​ ​sunlight​ ​was​ ​gone.

Hinata​ ​looked​ ​away,​ ​forcing​ ​himself​ ​to​ ​stare​ ​at​ ​the​ ​pavement​ ​instead​ ​of​ ​the​ ​confused​ ​and pleading​ ​male​ ​only​ ​a​ ​short​ ​distance​ ​away.​ ​If​ ​he​ ​had​ ​still​ ​been​ ​with​ ​the​ ​blond,​ ​he​ ​wouldn't​ ​have hesitated​ ​to​ ​cross​ ​that​ ​gap​ ​with​ ​one​ ​large​ ​leap,​ ​to​ ​smother​ ​his​ ​cool​ ​boyfriend​ ​with​ ​hugs​ ​and pecks​ ​on​ ​the​ ​cheek.​ ​Tsukki​ ​would​ ​always​ ​laugh,​ ​eventually​ ​giving​ ​into​ ​the​ ​short​ ​male​ ​and hugging​ ​him​ ​in​ ​return.​​ ​No!​ ​No,​ ​I​ ​can't​ ​think​ ​about​ ​that,​ ​he​ ​thought​ ​to​ ​himself​ ​often.​ ​So often​ ​in fact,​ ​that​ ​he​ ​couldn't​ ​think​ ​of a​ ​single​ ​time​ ​during​ ​the​ ​fallout​ ​of​ ​their​ ​relationship​ ​where​ ​his thoughts​ ​hadn't​ ​been​ ​centered​ ​around​ ​Tsukishima.​ ​He​ ​continued​ ​walking​ ​to​ ​his​ ​next​ ​class, accidentally​ ​bumping​ ​into​ ​a​ ​much​ ​taller​ ​figure,​ ​not​ ​that​ ​many​ ​could​ ​match​ ​Hinata​ ​for​ ​stature. The imposing,​ ​muscular​ ​form​​ ​​glared​ ​down​ ​at​ ​him​ ​maliciously.​ ​Hinata​ ​shivered​ ​at​ ​the​ ​hatred​ ​in​ ​his peer's​ ​eyes,​ ​but​ ​this​ ​was​ ​a​ ​regular​ ​occurrence. 

"I​ ​hope​ ​you're​ ​enjoying​ ​your​ ​reward,"​ ​Kankei​ ​spit​ ​out​ ​venomously,​ ​shoving​ ​the​ ​smaller​ ​male's chest​ ​backwards.​ ​He​ ​laughed,​ ​sounding​ ​like​ ​a​ ​villain​ ​from​ ​a​ ​classic​ ​superhero​ ​comic.​ ​Hinata sighed,​ ​accepting​ ​the​ ​consequences​ ​for​ ​being​ ​near​ ​Tsukishima.​ ​This​ ​bully​ ​was​ ​the​ ​reason​ ​that Hinata​ ​could​ ​no​ ​longer​ ​shorten​ ​his​ ​ex-love's​ ​name,​ ​though​ ​he​ ​could​ ​never​ ​wash​ ​away​ ​the​ ​guilt he​ ​felt.​ ​He​ ​​knew​ ​​that​ ​it​ ​was​ ​all​ ​his​ ​fault,​ ​and​ ​Kankei​ ​Shadanki​ ​was​ ​glad​ ​to​ ​remind​ ​him​ ​of​ ​that very​ ​fact​ ​every​ ​time​ ​they​ ​crossed​ ​paths.​ ​"He's​ ​been​ ​much​ ​happier​ ​with​ ​us​ ​than​ ​with​ ​​you​,​ ​scum," Kankei​ ​puffed​ ​out​ ​snootily.​ ​Hinata​ ​nodded,​ ​pools​ ​forming​ ​in​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​once​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​dipped​ ​his head,​ ​pushing​ ​past​ ​Kankei.​ ​The​ ​upperclassman​ ​only​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​see​ ​the​ ​fragile​ ​break,​ ​so​ ​he​ ​had no​ ​qualms​ ​about​ ​letting​ ​the​ ​shattered​ ​boy​ ​pass.​ ​

His​ ​chuckle​ ​was​ ​seared​ ​into​ ​the​ ​wing​ ​spiker's mind,​ ​appearing​ ​each​ ​night​ ​to​ ​haunt​ ​him.​ ​​He's​ ​better​ ​without​ ​me​,​ ​he​ ​reminded​ ​himself,​ ​feeling his​ ​control​ ​over​ ​his​ ​tear​ ​ducts​ ​loosen.​ ​He​ ​strode​ ​into​ ​his​ ​class,​ ​taking​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​for​ ​a​ ​long​ ​lecture and​ ​hiding​ ​his​ ​salt-ridden​ ​face​ ​in​ ​his​ ​loose​ ​hoodie​ ​sleeves;​ ​hoodies​ ​he​ ​had​ ​started​ ​to​ ​wear constantly​ ​after​ ​his​ ​forced​ ​breakup.​ ​A​ ​long​ ​lecture​ ​indeed.