I let out a puff of air as I watch Oikawa set the ball to Mad Dog; the other spiking the ball hard enough against my block to jolt me in mid-air and send the ball upwards.

"One-touch!" I yell, turning around to face the ball as Sugawara dives for it, sending it back up into the air for Kageyama to set it to Asahi. With a mighty roar, Asahi slams it down on the other side, and I jump up in excitement.

"All right!" I yell, high-fiving Asahi; and I grin when his hand ruffles my orange locks.

"Nice block there, Hinata; we wouldn't have gotten it if it wasn't for you." Asahi reassures, and I smile; ignoring the wavering of air next to his head. The hallucinations were starting again.

My name is Hinata Shouyou, and I suffer from Chronic Insomnia; although my team doesn't know it. Chronic Insomnia is when somebody suffers through months without proper sleep, and the effects are slowed reaction time, persecutory ideation, and hallucinations. I have yet to tell the rest of my team my condition however; and I regretted not doing so as the wavering started to take shape.

The whistle blows, and I take a sigh of relief as I turn back to face the opponent. Focus, I needed to focus. We're in the 3rd set, and we only needed one more point. One more point, and then I could run off and get through another fit of violent hallucinations and terror on my own once more.

The ball bounces back and forth over the net, and my instincts prompt my tired legs to run hard at the net where there were no blockers; and I smile widely as the ball appears in front of me like magic. I focus on the blocker's fingers, and I slam the ball.

And then the net reached up and grabbed me.

I screeched, my hands swinging down to detach the wrangling net from my body. My hands passed right through it, and I hurtled to the ground. I landed head-first, and I curl into a ball as the scoreboard came alive as well. I looked around, my screaming going up in pitch as I watched the net use its wires to behead Sugawara; blood spurting up in a grotesque fountain of red.

I curl up on myself, deaf to the people around me as I cradled my head in my hands. I watched through panicked eyes as the stands became a riot; massive beasts forming out of chairs and devouring people with massive, tooth-filled jaws. The windows shattered, forming swarms of wasps made of glass; flying down and stinging my bare skin with razor-sharp blades. I scream and cry in pain as my head throbbed.

The hallucinations were horrible.

I was alone in the world.

There was no one to help me.

I was going to die to a net, a scoreboard, massive chair-beasts, and a swarm of glass-wasps.

I was going to die.

.-.

My anger at losing to Shrimpy dissipated when I saw his condition. My brown eyes widened in shock when I saw the sunny orangette collapse, curling up into a ball and screaming. His team reacted as well, crowding him in puzzlement and fear. The coaches stood up, rushing to him; and yet I could only stare as the small number 10 thrashed against them in fear. He pointed at the windows, screaming and crying in terror.

But there was nothing there.

"HINATA!" Their coach yelled, trying to shake the terrified boy back into his senses; but to no avail. "Call the paramedics! He's hallucinating or something!" Their other coach yells at the referee; the man nodding and running off as the stands went wild.

"What's wrong with him…?" I whisper, and I couldn't keep myself from suddenly rushing over; ducking under the net.

"Oikawa! What the hell are you doing?!" Iwaizumi yells after me, but I ignore him in favor of crowding around the boy, who looked smaller than I had ever seen him before, with the rest of his team. Number 5 stared at me in confusion and rage.

"Get back to your side! We don't need you snaking your way in and making him worse!" I stare at him, before turning to Hinata. Just like spiking against a wall of blockers, I saw an opening. And just like snatching victory and slamming the ball into the ground to score a point, it's an opening I take.

I dart into the circle, and gather Hinata Shouyou into my arms. The boy clutches to me, his screams quieting in surprise as I bury his small head into my chest. I sit back on my haunches, rubbing the smaller-boy's back in the most comforting way I could while he continued to cry into my uniform. He felt so small, so frail… so warm. Even terrified like this, he still shone like the sun.

"Shhh… it's okay Shouyou-san… it's okay…." I coo, sitting down completely to let the small boy crawl into my lap and clutch me closer to him; sobbing into me.

"Th-They're going t-to kill us! They k-killed Sugawara-senpai!" he cries, his voice cracking in fear. I turn to stare in confusion at the white-haired setter; who looked just as confused.

"Shouyou-san… he's right there; Sugawara-san is right there." I whisper, and his amber eyes look up at me; and I felt understanding fill me when I saw them.

They were glazed over, dark bags becoming apparent under his eyes; hallucinations. Insomnia. The little number 10 was having an attack.

"Shit!" I curse, curling up into a tighter ball around the boy and covering his eyes. I turn to their captain, his normally calm eyes scrunched up in panic.

"It's chronic insomnia! Why hasn't he been sleeping?!" I scream, noticing the paramedics rushing towards us with a stretcher.

"…Insomnia…?" The captain asks in wonder, confirming my suspicions.

They didn't know.

"How could you not tell?! His eyes have such dark bags he could be a raccoon! He's hallucinating; probably has been for weeks now! How did you not notice?!" The paramedics try to pry the boy from my arms, but he refused to let loose his death-grip on my uniform. I turn to the rest of his team, their shocked faces fueling my fire-filled rage.

"How could you not notice?!"

Why do I care so much? I question, turning to the quivering male in my arms; still refusing to let go. I gather him up in my arms, thanking the gods that he was so small and easily liftable; getting on the stretcher with the male so he didn't have to let go and face the horrible things he must be seeing.

We're on opposite sides of the net, and he just beat me. I should be ecstatic, declaring instant-karma or something; why do I care so much for my enemy?

"It's okay, Shouyou-san; I got you, I got you…." I whisper into his ear; the boy's sobbing picking back up now.

"They're all dead… I couldn't protect them… it hurts!" I let out a gasp as he starts to thrash, setting the fast-moving stretcher off balance as his thrashing grew violent.

"Shouyou! Tell me what's happening!" I yell, holding him as still as I could manage. His small body was hellishly strong; a baby-bird that had gone feral with fear.

"Wasps! Wasps made of glass! They hurt~!" Hinata screeches, fighting to get loose; either to bat off the invisible hoard or to run. I grimace, my mind racing to find a way to help the other male. I look behind us, noticing that Karasuno was following us.

"Ace-san!" I call, catching the large man's attention easily.

"Give me your shirt!" the other male, probably too stressed to question it, throws me his shirt without protest. I snatch it out of the air before the stretcher can outpace it, throwing it over Hinata's back and pulling his limbs against me; covering him as much as I could.

"I got you, I got you; the wasps can't get to you if you're covered in armor." I whisper, and the other male nods as he clutched to me. I spot the infirmary rushing towards us, sighing in relief.

"We're almost there, keep hanging on, Shouyou-san." I kiss his sweaty forehead, gathering the smaller body tighter against me as the infirmary doors crash open; the flood of people following behind us getting stopped by security. Nurses approach me and the quivering boy in my arms.

"Sir, we need you to let go of him." One asks me, and I smile at her sympathetically.

"I'm not the one you need to tell it to." I reply, glancing down at Hinata in my arms. "He hasn't let go of me since I first hugged him. I think he's still hallucinating; so I don't think it's wise to move him either." I apologize, and the nurse nods in understanding.

"Do you have any idea what might be causing it?" she asks, and I nod.

"I don't think he's been sleeping; I know that if someone goes into chronic insomnia they start hallucinating from the lack of sleep." I answer, yelping as Hinata clutched onto my uniform tighter; whimpering and crying still.

A man in a white coat pushes through the crowd, rushing over to our stretcher.

"What're you waiting for! Get them into a room!" he yells, going into the back room to grab a manner of things I suppose. We get pushed into a room, and with a lot of struggle, I manage to get Hinata onto the examination table with me and off the stretcher.

"It all wants to kill me… they won't leave me alone…." Hinata sobs, refusing to let go. My brown eyes were probably filled with worry, but for once I actually felt it in my heart.

It was such a strange feeling.

"It's okay, Shouyou-san, I still got you. Nothing will hurt you while I'm here." I whisper as soothingly as possible; setting the small boy into my lap and slowly rocking back and forth, humming a small tune softly.

"Th-Thank you…Oikawa-san…." Hinata whispers, and I smile down at the small boy.

"Are you okay now, Shouyou-san?" I ask cautiously, not letting go for a moment.

"Ye-Yeah… did… did we win?" he asks softly, perhaps trying not to offend me; and I was surprised to find that instead of offense, I just found myself wanting to kiss him and comfort him more.

"Yeah… you beat us." I admit, and I could feel the small, relieved smile coming from the smaller boy.

"Th-that's good; I didn't want my dumb hallucinations to ruin our chances." He admits, hugging me tighter. I smile down at him, laying my chin on his head and closing my brown eyes.

"I'm sorry you had to take care of me." Hinata mumbles, and I chuckle before kissing his head.

"It was nothing, Shouyou-san."