"running for my life,"

"you in my life is like sipping on straight chlorine."

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

you'd been tied up for days. bokuto has been trying to avoid his remorse for you.

he wanted to obey kuroo's orders since they were in this together.

your body had bruises and wounds scattered around. your eyes had dark bags under them from uncontrollable sobbing and relentless nights of beating. it was kuroo who would hit you for not paying attention or not looking alive, bokuto would stand on the side hoping that it would all stop.

"hey listen... this is all part of the progress..." kuroo ruffled bokuto's hair.

"it better be," bokuto bit back.

"y/n, are you going to behave?" kuroo deadpanned. his motivation for all this was you feeling weak, looking weak, being weak. but all you felt was disoriented.

kuroo enjoyed power. he enjoyed changing someone's opinion, since it showed how powerful and manipulative he is.

"yes," you nodded your head.

"eat this."

kuroo placed a granola bar next to your mouth and you started munching down. a doorbell caused everyone's attention shift.

"i'll get it," bokuto muttered as he opened up the front door. from where you were, you couldn't see who it was. bokuto walked in the room again and there was a tall figure behind him, a familiar one.

"tsuki?" you muttered as a granola bar was stuffed in your mouth. tsuki came into the room with a big smile till he saw your figure.

"y/n-"

"you came here for the ps5, right?" kuroo said as he clapped his hands to shake off the crumbs.

"yeah but why is-"

"quit being nosey and play with bokuto..."

you stayed quiet, not knowing what the boys would do to you. tsuki's eyes were glued onto.

✎ ... flash back ... ✎

"i think it's time i left," tsuki said as he got up from the bed.

"aw really?" you pouted. you flipped to face the wall instead of watching him leave the door.

"tomorrow again?" he asked, with his sly and charming voice. you hesitated. you wanted it to continue but it was bad for you.

"yeah sure," you complied. when you heard the door close, you felt a tear fall down, then you began to whimper.

"hey i left something- y/n?" tsuki closed the door behind him and held you in her long arms. "what's wrong? did i do something?-"

"no it's not your fault," you hid your face under the blanket. "i just get emotional post sex..."

"well i'm here for you now."

you cried every time you and tsuki had sex. not during but after he left. tsuki never knew till today, and he's glad he left his jacket.

✎ ... flashback end ... ✎

"if you're gonna keep staring at the bitch... why don't you just fuck her?" kuroo implied. bokuto's eyes jolted up to tsuki's.

"no thanks," tsuki said shakily.

"you sure? i bet our little whore would like a taste," bokuto said, still staring deeply into tsuki's eyes, not breaking the string. kuroo patted your head and came close to your neck, where you had multiple bite marks.

"just play along... alright? we know this guy started a lot of trouble for you..." he whispered. you heard your pulse beat louder.

"i just said no, she isn't my type."

"really?"

"yup," tsuki popped the P.

"so you don't remember... degrading her?"

"what?"

"y'know... when you would tell her that she's a piece of shit and you would make her say it as well?" kuroo said with his wide smile.

"i hate guys like that... honestly, how do you even get off on that?" bokuto added on. tsuki looked at bokuto and looked back at his controller. he took a breath in and made a smug look.

"c'mon why don't you fuck her? you're already rock hard from thinking about it-"

"shut the fuck up-"

"now that's not how you speak to someone who let you play on their new ps5?" kuroo grabbed the controller out of tsuki's hands and hovered behind him.

"what do you guys actually want from me?"

"we want you to just talk to y/n... and give her a kiss of apology for hurting her sweet and dear mental health."

tsuki clicked his teeth and made his way to you, walking in front of the boys. he knelt to your level and lifted your chin up.

"listen, y/n this joke isn't funny so i'll make it quick-"

behind tsuki, you see bokuto with a kitchen knife raising his arm up and slicing tsuki's neck. causing the blood to land all over your face. your muffled screams filled the room.

"look what you made me do... y/n... aren't you just a trouble maker?" bokuto said as he wiped the blood off your face. "i'm sorry, y/n... i didn't like how he touched you," bokuto's mood changed.

"alright..." kuroo grabbed the choking body and dragged it to the big closet. "cya in hell, doofus," kuroo shut the door. you could see the trail of blood and you almost vomited.

"i think i feel a lot better now," kuroo stretched his arms and grunted as he untied you. you let your limbs be free and stretch your legs. you jumped up into kuroo's arms and hugged him tightly.

"w-what?-"

"i can't hug you?" you let go of him and hovered your fingers over your bruises and wounds. you placed pressure on some of the wounds and cells that were trying to recover your damaged skin, which caused you to wince but you felt better from the painful sensation.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while..." you groaned. kuroo's lidded eyes lazily rested on your figure. he caressed your edges and sides, your sweet chubby cheeks, along with twisting the light curls in your hair.

"you. are. beautiful." kuroo muttered.

"i'm gonna play some music," bokuto sighed, as he returned back to the room after cleaning himself up.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

"running for my life..." bokuto sang under the speaker's loud audio. the band continued to sing their wonderful lyrics.

"you in my life is like sipping straight chlorine." an unknown voice said from the front door. a figure was leaning on the door, with the door wide open for anyone on the street to see. you were sweeping the floor, cleaning around with bokuto while kuroo was folding clothes. you dropped everything in your hand and shuddered.

"nice to see you too, my beautiful little sister~" tendō said. you weren't his sister, but he always had a weird sister obsession with you. you couldn't respond until kuroo or bokuto let you. you know that they would kill them, your idols, your family.

"k-kur-" you tried to speak out but tendō began to wander inside the house.

"tendō," a familiar voice deep voice said as he follows tendō inside. he looked at you, up and down, and fluttered his eyes as if he was seeing a flying pig. "y/n?" he muttered.

"wakatoshi..." you muttered hopelessly.