Komaeda woke up in a bed again. His head hurt like hell.
Hinata sat on a chair, staring out of the window. His facial expression was hard to read. Souda was standing next to him.
Next to the bed was his father, head in his hands.
"Dad?" Komaeda asked.
"Oh, thank God!" He called out. "I was so worried! Why does this keep happening to you?!"
"Uhm... what happened? Hinata-kun got mad and... then... what?"
Mr. Komaeda's eyes widened. "Hinata-san did this to you?!" He turned around and looked at the brunet like he was ready to murder him.
"I didn't! I got mad and left! And then I don't know what happened." He let out a sigh and looked away. The air was extremely tense.
"The others said Oowada threw him against a wall," Souda told Mr. Komaeda.
"And Oowada is who exactly?"
"One of the other basketball players. He hates Komaeda,"
The older man nodded. "Okay." He looked at his son. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts, but I don't think I got a concussion again. Hinata-kun, I... you really freaked out. What happened?" He asked the brunet.
"L-look, it's-... It's not that simple, I-..." He looked away. His voice seemed unstable, as if he was about to cry. Souda rubbed his shoulder.
"You... don't know how to control your anger, do you?"
"Yes, I do!" He shouted. "Stop acting like I'm some kind of monster just because I have feelings!"
"I'm not acting like that. And stop yelling, my head hurts. I'm sick of having people degrade and shout at me all the time..."
"Komaeda, I-... You have to understand I'm trying my best right now to not..." He took another deep breath.
"Hinata-san, it's okay. You don't have to explain anything right now," Mr. Komaeda said.
"Dad, I think I wanna drop out of that school," Komaeda said all of a sudden.
"What??"
"No!" Hinata yelled, upset again. "You can't fucking do that! I lost almost all of my friends because I stood up for you, you can't just-!" He was shaking. "If you go I won't have anyone again!"
Komaeda carefully got up and walked towards him. "It's okay. I'll stay," he said. Hinata wrapped his arms around him. His grip was so strong it hurt. He didn't want to cry. He would rather die than cry in front of Komaeda. Still though, tears rolled down his face. He gritted his teeth.
"Just shut up, Komaeda, don't say shit like that,"
"Could you let go of me? It hurts a bit,"
"I kinda blacked out a bit... I don't remember hurting you. Did I?"
"No, you only hurt Oowada,"
"Are we still friends?"
"Of course,"
Hinata slowly let go of him. Komaeda let out a sigh of relief.
"I kinda have anger issues, so..." Hinata said, a bit more calm now. "And that situation kinda made me remember something from when I was younger,"
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Komaeda asked.
"So... when I was a kid I had no talent or anything. But my twin brother did. He was so good at everything it made me really jealous. Everyone liked him, no one liked me. For years. So I practiced basketball a lot and I got really good at it. But he was better than me."
"Izuru, leave me alone! I wanna play without you,"
"No." Kamukura picked up the basketball. "I'm playing with you,"
"I'm not playing if you're playing!"
"Dad said we should play together,"
"I don't care! Go away!" He grabbed the ball. "I don't wanna play with you!"
"Dad said we should-"
"Shut up! Piss off!" He yelled and threw the ball. He missed.
"You're bad at this,"
"Shut up!" Hinata shouted. "Leave me alone! Go away!"
Kamukura grabbed the ball, threw it and scored. "Why are you worse than me if you practice so much?"
Hinata gritted his teeth.
"You should be better by now,"
He clenched his fists.
"It's easy-"
"Shut up, Izuru!" He punched him in the face. Kamukura cried out in pain. Hinata kept punching him. "Leave me alone! Fuck you! Go away!" He screamed at him.
"Hajime, stop it!" His mother called out as she noticed what was going on. His parents ran into the garden where the two brothers were.
"Hajime!" His father grabbed his wrist. Kamukura's nose was bleeding and he was crying.
"I'll take care of Izuru, you take care of Hajime." Mrs. Hinata said.
"Okay!" Her husband responded and carried Hinata into the house. He sat him down on the couch. The brunet was still furious.
"Why did you do that??"
"I hate Izuru! I hate hate hate him! I hate him so much, I hate him! I hope he dies! I hate him!" He shouted.
"Why do you hate him?"
"Everyone says he's better than me, I hate him so much!! I hate him! He never has to practice, I hate him! And he made fun of me, he deserved it! I hope he dies I hope he dies! Then people will finally like me! Then no one will make fun of me! Then everyone won't hate me!"
"That's no how this works-"
"No one gets it! Not even you or mom like me, stop lying, you all hate me!" He shouted. "Everyone hates me! Everyone loves Izuru, I hate him! I hope he dies! I hope he dies!"
Hinata didn't mean what he said that day. At least, not the part about hating Kamukura or wanting him to die. He had broken his nose though.
His parents took him to a counselor who told them it was a rage attack. He got diagnosed with IED, Intermittent explosive disorder.
"IED?" Komaeda asked. "What's that?"
"Anger issues, like I said. That doesn't make it right though... And I got better," He insisted. "This hasn't happened in years, I swear. I... I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to see me like that,"
"I forgive you. I doubt Oowada will though," Komaeda said.
"I don't need his forgiveness,"
"Did you and your brother make up?"
"Kinda. I mean, after he got his nose fixed, he told the others at school what had happened, but... he promised to never play basketball again. Neither of us have mentioned that day in years. We were never able to grow close again after that,"
"You seriously beat Kamukura-kun up because he beat you at basketball?" A girl asked.
"It wasn't because of that! He made fun of me!"
"Yeah, whatever..." She and her friends walked away.
Hinata gritted his teeth. Everyone was surrounding his stupid brother, telling him how mean Hinata was and how he was so much cooler.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to them,"
He looked to the side. It was Souda.
"You're cooler than him. Specially at basketball,"
"You're on my side?"
He nodded. "Your brother is lame. I don't care if he has 1000 talents. He's lame and boring,"
"...He really did make fun of me. No one believes me!"
"I believe you,"