((Chapter 1 Don't Forget About me))

A simple glance looked back at me. One I thought I could recognize, only I couldn't. I don't even know how everyone around me couldn't see the change. Was I that worthless to them? A pair of dull hazel eyes, pale skin, and even duller locks of orange hair stared back at me

I guess I was the ultimate decoy. Letting myself be taken over by the old me, putting up this wall that even I cant jump over around me. Maybe they stopped paying attention, even the slightest glance at me after my complete failure at that practice match?

I cant dawn on this now, couldn't let this overwhelm me. I had to deal with this all by myself no matter the cost. Wiping away the tears that haunted me, scared me to the end of my tail I chased.

The shaking fear settling down. With an apply of makeup, I brought life to my face. I couldn't do much about my hair or eyes but with a simple excuse of the changing of seasons, from winter to spring affected my hair and made it lighter, same with my eyes.

The fading winter sunrise would always be in the back of my mind, but as the spring tournament came up it took up the rest of the space. It didn't give me room to think about myself, my health and my emotions. I just hope I will be able to make it there and win before everything crashes around down me. Only the weight of this constant waterfall crashes down with such a tremendous force its hard. Hard to forget. Harder to forget then the path I travel everyday to school and the one I took now.

Practice would begin soon so sitting on the steps outside the door was my only remedy of waiting. Kageyama wouldn't be here for about 15 minutes and no one else for another 55.

Thoughts swirled worse then the march wind, breezing past like I had hoped this illness would. Folding up, laying my arms and chest on my legs while I sit on the step. What would I do if it overcame me? What if they find out that I have bone marrow syndrome/Myelodysplastic syndrome? What would I do if my bones couldn't keep up while I practiced and I would have to sit on the sidelines? I cant bear the thought of that! I fight and fight so I cant get to the tournament! What if my mother never got me treatment so I can fight this?

"Hinata?" A deep voice rings in my ears. I look up at the tall setter, a sense of panic runs through me for a second, "When did you get here? We usually arrive at the same time."

A silent sigh and a reply of "About 15 minutes ago! The wind was in my favor today!" I smile as brightly as I could. "How come you look so down?"

He shrugs, "Just stuff. Nothing to worry about," I huff. If he had stuff to hide from me, though I didn't have room to talk. My stuff compared to his was like comparing hell to heaven. I jump up with more enthusiasm I had been caring before he arrived.

"Tell me now! Your gonna mope all day if you don't!" I run around him as he looks down contemplating and jump on his back to surprise me.

"Fine fine!! I'll tell you!" He broke. So I jumped off of him, "Another girl asked me out and I don't know what to do. I didn't even realize she had confessed too," He sighed.

"Why don't you just put a sign on your back that says off limits or go out with one of them? Its not like you have to care about them since they don't care about how you feel when they confess besides if you like them or not," He stared at me for a minute, staring at the ground then back at me.

"That's a fair point.." Kageyama already looked happier, having found a solution to this simple problem.

"Daichi gave me the key today, want to head inside?" I say with bubbles inside my throat that want to burst and pop. Like I was containing an unknown amount of energy within me, maybe.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place," He says a bit quickly. I could see it, I could see him looking down on me, not literally.

Quickly we head inside, Kageyama eager to begin practice. "Should we work on the new quick? The one where you hit the ball down in front of the blockers instead of over them?" Hesitation to my reply comes quickly. What if I fell? What if I hurt myself and made them worry? What if he notices that im starting to have a short of breath even though I used to be able to go for hours? "Hinata, whats your answer," He snaps at me, bringing me back to the harsher reality then my harsh thoughts.

"Sure! Sorry I got distracted," I smile brightly. After a few short minutes of setting up the net and getting the volleyballs out, we get ready to start. Kageyama serves the ball over to me and I receive it, sending it back over to him. It seemed like it hit my forearms harder then usual. Kageyama gets ready to set the ball and on cue I run up to the net and jump. At my highest point I swing down at more drastic angle, the familiar weight of the ball finds my palm and soon the floor. It was not in anyway perfect since I would of smacked it into the blockers face with how this was.

"Tch, dumbass. You're supposed to go down, down!" He barks out. I laugh a bit, he sounded like Tsukishima with him clicking his tongue and being extra salty.

"Got it Saltyama-Kun, one more!" He glares at me for that nickname but nods. Grabbing another ball, we repeat it and repeat it. Soon enough we had to clean up the balls since everyone would be here soon. We weren't close but we were better then before. At best I would hit the blocker's stomachs but that wasn't good enough.

On cue of the point of about 55 minutes after I arrived, our team mates started to file in. I wave to them only a look of worry overtakes the captain and vice captain's faces. "Hinata what happened to your forearms?" Suga asks. The two of them walk over like worried parents, which they practically were. Daichi takes hold of my forearm and I wince from pain. "How did your arms get so bruised?" Daichi asks in a stern tone.

I rip my arm out of his grip and look down at them, purple, blue, and even hints of green covered my arms instead of the red that usually occurred after receiving for such a long time, "I-I don't.. know," I say honestly. "I was just practicing with Kageyama."

"Kiyoko! Can you get some ice for his forearms? Hinata just keep the ice on your arms for a bit. If your up for it your can join in during the after school practice."

The after school practice never came for me after being stuck in the nurses office until one of the teachers had to drop my off at home. They wouldn't let me ride my bike home and my mother never showed up. What had happened was that I had fallen down a staircase after being accidentally tripped. I would of been able to catch myself but I couldn't even think about that.

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