Historia. | Kuroo Tetsuro

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tw: mention of murder and self-harm.

"(Y/n)-san, you look a bit strained.. you're also a bit stiff today, are you okay?"

I smile, and nod at the photographer, gesturing that I could continue. She looks at me with hesitation, and I continue to smile until she gave in and continued to the shoot.

The shoot was for makeup, and I've been doing great. The hickeys—Monica helped me cover them up with foundation and concealer, and I also covered my bags with the makeup. I'm not in the mood today, so I've been just doing whatever the hell they wanted me to do. I just want to distract myself.

"We're done, sweetheart. You did amazing—as always." The director tells me, and I bow and smile as my thank you. "I'm sure there's something going on, but I hope you're okay. You have Monica to talk to, so don't worry."

I got the makeup off, and also the clothes. Monica and I went over to a fast-food restaurant to eat. I feel sorry for her because I've barely spoken today. She's a great person... not pestering me like how the other people from the stylists from earlier. I'm just simply... tired from those difficult entanglements from last night. I'm exhausted.. and I want to rest.

We ate in silence, and since I had time, I went to school. The teachers were surprised to see me, but I'm not an ounce happy. I fake a smile whenever someone greets me. I've also... asked my friends to leave me alone for me to cool down. I'm mad, confused, broken, and lost. Maybe it's my fault.. maybe it isn't. Who knows? I don't.

Training came, and I decided to stay over until they were done. I noticed that Honami was having a few difficulties, and that she was ill, so I helped her with the complicated things. I'm not happy.. I'm really not happy. I'm merely distracting myself from getting angry, and from crying like an idiot in front of everybody. I do know that everyone can tell that I'm not okay. But thankfully, none of them are asking me whatever the hell is going on.

I pick up the ball, and throw it over to Kenma for him to set it to Yamamoto. I say a simple nice kill as Yamamoto spiked it down to the line. Lev came next, Hiro, Nakamura, Fukunaga, and the rest. I did the simplest things, and the most difficult ones that I could ever do. Kenma looks like he has some questions for me, but isn't asking. He probably knows that I'll be blowing up if he asks.

"(Y/n), coach told me to talk to you." I take it back. "If you're stressed from working and modeling, you can stay—"

"It's nothing like that. I'm here for the team, so please just don't mind me if you don't want drama." He furrows his brows, and I force a smile. "Thought you two were on break?"

"This isn't about me, (Y/n)." I force another smile and walk away. "Talk to me while I'm talking to you." He grabs my wrist, and I instinctively swat his hand away. "Okay, calm down. I just want to talk to you. I heard, okay? There's no running away from this."

"Since when were you the pestering type?" He glares at me, and I remember last night. "I'll speak when I can, but not now.. please... just understand..." I beg, my voice breaking as I cried. "I don't want to think about it.."

"Kenma, I think I'll handle her." Misaki takes me out of the gym, and brings me to the locker room. "What happened? I want to help you, so tell me what happened." I change my clothes, and show her my chest and my abdomen. "Why do you have.. enormous love bites? And hickeys everywhere?" I look away, my tears flowing out of my own will. "(Y/n).."

"He raped me, that's all." I answer, forcing a smile to try and stop myself from crying. But as she hugged me tight, I couldn't help but let it all out. "He touched me without consent... n-normally... I don't really say anything..... but he was drunk...... and he was degrading me... I couldn't take it.." She pat my back, and I cry as much as I could.