Warning: Rape, PTSD, self-harm, gay coupling.

If any of these things trigger you, you should not read this story. If they don't, I'm sorry that we are horrible people.

Hinata sobbed into his hands as he lay motionless in the bloodstained dirt of the forest covering the mountainside. He could still hear the laughter of the retreating men, as they bantered on about the state they had left him in. Blood, dripping down his thighs and from his mouth. Sticky white liquid covering the whole of his body and the ground around him. Bruises, still forming, deep purple and ugly, scattered along his torso, back and legs.

His Karasuno jacket lay crumpled a few feet away from him along with his school bag and bicycle. His shirt and underwear were in tatters and his sweat pants were slung over a high branch of one of the many trees surrounding him. The wind was howling like a rabid wolf as it forced itself over his body, sending shivers up his spine. The storm was almost here. He had to get home. It wasn't that far, he could make it. He just had to go down the mountain, through the grove, past the shops and there was his house. Oh God... It was so far.

Hinata rose ever so slowly from the ground, pain shooting through his body with any amount of movement. Once he was on his hands and knees, he slowly, agonizingly slowly crawled toward his bag. The winds icy fingers trailed down his back, forcing a groan from his lips. He collapsed on the ground by his bag, already out of breath. He shakily reached out and grabbed his jacket, throwing it over himself like a blanket.

'What do I do, what do I do.' He thought, curling himself into a ball. He was stuck here, with no hope. The rain would start pouring down any minute now, drenching his jacket and smothering any chance he had of being found. The tears started pouring down his cheeks and he sobbed quietly, his body trembling. At this point, he knew he wasn't going home.

"Somebody... somebody please... Help me." He sobbed. Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled his ears. He jumped, looking around for the source of the noise, dread filling his body. It came again.

"H-Hello?" He called out softly. "Hello? Is someone h-here?"

After a few moments, the buzzing started again. Hinata looked down to his bag. It was coming from inside. He forced the bag open to find his phone vibrating on top of his school clothes. He snatched it and answered the call.

"Hello?" He asked in a small voice.

"Oi, Dumb-ass! Where the hell are you! Everyone's worried sick! You better have a good excuse idiot! If you were playing with a cat this whole time I swear I'll kill you myself!" Hinata lay frozen, his eyes wide. His chest swelled, he had hope.

"K-Kageyama?" He asked shakily. Kageyama started yelling at him again, missing the fear in the small boys voice. He was still screaming when Hinata started sobbing.

"K-K-Kageyama! Oh God. Kageyama! Help me! P-Please! Kageyama! Please please help m-me!" He wept. Kageyama went silent.

"O-oi. Hey what's wrong. Hinata, Hinata where are you. Where are you! Tell me! Tell me dammit!"

"I-I... I'm on the m-mountain, in the w-woods. I'm s-so scared! I'm so scared Kageyama! P-please help me."

"I'm coming. I'm coming Hinata. Listen to me. I'm coming. Stay on the phone, okay?" Hinata's only reply was an agonized whimper.

Kageyama's POV: 20 minutes prior to the call

"How long?" He asked frustrated. That dumb-ass. He was always worrying people.

"He should have been home an hour ago according to Hinata-san. We've tried to reach his cell, but he's not picking up. Asahi and Noya are looking at the school, and Suga and I are calling around," Dachi said with an underlying tone of worry. "Any ideas?"

"No. I'll go ahead and look around. He's probably playing with a cat and lost track of time on his way home. I'll call you if I find anything." Kageyama groaned.

"Thanks Kageyama. Please do." There was a faint click and the line went dead. Kageyama sighed and threw on his jacket and a pair of fuzzy sweat pants.

"Mom! I'm going out for a bit! I'll try to be back before 10!(22:00)"

"Okay! But take and umbrella with you. It's going to rain soon. Be safe dear!"

"I will! See ya!" Kageyama slid on a pair of rain boots and grabbed an umbrella from the hallway closet. Kageyama walked down the street where he and Hinata usually parted ways. He started walking up the hill following the path Hinata usually took home.

"Oi, Hinata! Where you at dumb-ass?!" He called, cupping his hand over his mouth. No reply came. He called out periodically as he climbed the mountain, getting increasingly more frustrated and he'd never admit it, but worried as well. On his way up, he past a group of five men, who were obviously drunk. They were stumbling down the mountainside, cracking jokes and hiccuping. With a look of disgust Kageyama approached them.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for a boy named Hinata Shoyo. He's small and had orange hair. He would be wearing a black jacket. Have you seen him." The men went silent and stared at him blankly for a moment before bursting out laughter. Kageyama was left standing there in confusion as the men tripped over themselves down the road.

"Well, can't say I wasn't expecting that." Still, Kageyama was left quite unnerved and decided to call him. It was unlikely, but maybe he'd answer if it was him who called. After a few rings the call went through. Kageyama was flooded with relief, which was quickly followed by anger.

"Oi, Damb-ass! Where the hell are you! Everyone's worried sick! You better a a good excuse idiot! If you were playing with a cat this whole time I swear I'll kill you myself!" Kageyama's face was drawn into a scowl as he waited for a reply.

"K-Kageyama?" Came Hinata's voice. He exploded.

"What do you mean "Kageyama?"?! Answer my question you idiot! I'll give you three seconds and if you don't answer me-" He didn't get to finish.

"K-K-Kageyama! Oh God. Kageyama! Help me! P-Please! Kageyama! Please please help m-me!" He wept. Kageyama went silent, listening to his partners pained sobs. Fear swelled in the pit of his stomach. Why was Hinata crying? Hinata never cried, and he never cried like this.

"O-oi. Hey what's wrong. Hinata, Hinata where are you. Where are you! Tell me! Tell me dammit!"

"I-I... I'm on the m-mountain, in the w-woods. I'm s-so scared! I'm so scared Kageyama! P-please help me." Kageyama felt like throwing up.

"I'm coming. I'm coming Hinata. Listen to me. I'm coming. Stay on the phone, okay?" Hinata's only reply was an agonized whimper. "Hinata, I need you to tell me where you are. Are you close to the road?"

"Y-yes. I th-think so." Hinata replied. His voice was so weak. Kageyama pulled the phone from his ear and scream.

"Hinata! Can you here me?!" No reply. He continued running. "Hinata?!" A small sound came from his phone and he quickly put it back to his ear.

"I can hear you... I'm here..."

"Where Hinata? Please, try to shout. I need to find you." The phone went silent besides the tired breaths on the end of the line. Kageyama held his breath and waited.

"I'm here!" Immediately, Kageyama sprinted in the direction of the voice. "I'm here!" It came again, weaker this time.

"Hinata! I'm coming!" Kageyama pushed into the woods and forced his way through the thicket. "Hina-" His voice caught in his throat as he broke into a small clearing. His hands flew to his mouth and it took all he had to keep the food in his stomach firmly in place. Hinata lay on the ground, curled into a ball and wearing only his jacket. his clothes lay in tatters around him and it took a moment to find his pants. But the worst thing by far was the blood. It covered his body and the ground around him mixed in with white. His breaths were shallow and bruises littered his body. Oh God no. The group of men from before flashed through his mind.

"Shoyo..?" He almost pleaded. This couldn't be true. This could not be true. He was dreaming. That's right, this is all one big terrible dream. It must be. But when Hinata looked at him with blank eyes and tear stained cheeks, he knew it wasn't. No matter how much he hoped, this wasn't a dream.