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It was a sunny afternoon and through the busy street a bicycle zipped through till it slowed down a little while nearing the residential area. ‘Damnit I’m late’ Hinata thought as he finally reached the house, the customer already standing outside with quite a look on his face. “Sim, por que você está tão atrasado e por que a comida está fria? Estamos esperando há um bom tempo” [Aye why are you so late and why is the food cold? We have been waiting for quite a while] “De-Desculpe, me perdi porque sou novo.” [Sorry, I got lost as I am new.] The orange haired young adult said with a nervous yet pleasant smile but was met with the same expression as the customer paid him and left him at the door. Hinata sighed, and after few more deliveries, was heading back home, stopping once to check his pockets once again, hoping to find his purse as he had lost it earlier this morning and even after going through the common routes couldn’t find it. ‘Luckily I didn’t carry much with me… but it was from Natsu…’ he thought as he reached back to the apartment where he was living while studying beach volleyball in Rio de Janeiro. He went upstairs, stopping by the kitchen where his roommate Pedro was eating while watching something. “Oh, hi-”, before he could finish his sentence, Pedro took his bowl and went to his room. ‘Well, he had headphones on so he might have not heard…’ the orange haired boy thought as he quickly made a quick dinner and ate up and went to his room. Closing the door, he sighed and tried to smile, “It was an ok da-day today-” he paused, caught off guard by his stuttering and something felt wrong. Before he realised- thud- he was on the floor, his back to the walls.
‘H-Huh? W-What’s-‘ before he could think further, he felt something fall of his face- tears… ‘I-I am crying? Why am I- ‘ before he could say articulate that thought, an ugly sob clawed out of his throat and before he knew, he was breathing heavily and crying. “W-Why- T-There- T-There’s nothi-” another sob escaped his throat ‘t-there’s nothing wrong so why-why am I crying-’ he continued to think and tried to stop but right now he had not control over his whole body, and his eyes watered up more, wailing completely at this point. ‘S-Stop crying Shoyo, stop crying!’ he urged himself mentally as he tried to wipe away his tears, which didn’t seem to cease. ‘P-Please stop-’ but it didn’t as he clutched his Tshirt to breath, grabbing a pillow somehow from the pillow, hugging it tight as he tried to stop the tears. ‘It had been only 2 months since I came here, so why are you crying? You decided it yourself!’ he thought as he felt the tears cease for a moment before they came back, another wretched sound escaping his throat. Feeling like he couldn’t breathe, he somehow stumbled into his bed, lying on his back as he breathed heavily, still trying to wipe away the salty fluid escaping his eyes.
“P-Please stop” he pleaded to any superior force who could stop him from crying. He suddenly remembered the faces of his friends, seeing him off at the airport along with Coach Ukai and Takeda Sensei. {“Take care and try not to cry when you get lost or something. People will assume a child got lost” Tsukishima teased, which had caused Hinata to almost launch at him had it not been for Yamaguchi holding him back, with Yachi smiling a little awkwardly at the exchange but later smiling normally as she handed him the Portuguese dictionary she had gotten for him. “Hope this helps and best of luck out there” she said as she gave him a thumb’s up. “Here Boke”, Kageyama said, as he handed him a cap, “do good and don’t cry if you think you won’t’ succeed-” “Kageyama, you shouldn’t say that-” Yamaguchi tried to interject but Kageyama continued, “and get back up, otherwise that will be another victory for me”, he concluded with a soft smile, teasing yet pleasant to him. “Bakeyama, just watch, I will be the one making you cry when I return back and play against you” Hinata had said with a smile before Yamaguchi wished him luck and soon he turned around and had left for his flight}
His hands went to his phone as he kept on crying, seeing the wallpaper almost making him call one of them but he paused. He didn’t want call them all right now, they all were probably heading to their jobs or volleyball practice, he didn’t want to make them all start their days on such a note. Besides, what could they do through all the way there? He wondered. He suddenly realised why he was feeling like this, he was homesick. He felt like an alien here, having nobody to talk to, missing homemade food, the climate of Miyagi, having his friends there, his family, the meat buns, everything. But what could he do, he wondered, as the full on wailing turned to soft sobs.
‘So it was just that…’ he thought as he sniffled, his breathing turning back to a little more even rhythm, his throat feeling parched and slowly he got up, feeling a little dizzy, heading the washroom to wash his face, coming out of the room to get greeted by a small crow decoration, another gift he got from Natsu, lying on the table next to a few books he was reading on volleyball. ‘…’ He felt a sad smile form on his face and picked up his phone before going to the kitchen to get some water. Suddenly his phone buzzed, and looking down, he saw a message from Natsu; (“Ni-san, I started Middle school today and wanted to tell you but you are probably asleep so talk to you later, ok? Also keep fighting and I also joined the volleyball club here! I will tell you everything on a call, later! Bye!!”). ‘Natsu’ he thought about his sister joining volleyball too and was about to tear up but was able to smile instead, finally a proper one as he drank some water and went back to his room, sitting on his chair and going through the techniques book. “I will not give up yet. It still have to beat Bakeyama and be a cool brother, Tomorrow will be better!” he said out loud and after reading, went to bed, knowing that even though it felt lonely at times, he was not alone, not anymore.