Kirishima One Shot

!!!Spicy!!!

!!! TRIGGER WARNING :Past Abuse Mentioned, NSFW!!!

The sound of birds and a streak of light coming from between my blinds wake me. With a groan I cover my face with the comforter unwilling to dwell into the cold outside my cocoon. With a sigh I remember promising to make the most of my only day off in weeks. Like a bandage, I rip the blankets from my body and sprint to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me to contain the slight warmth.

After a ridiculously hot shower, and a change into sweats and a sweater I wander outside, strapping my phone around my arm while I do so.

"Howdy neighbor!" A voice calls, I ignore it as I have headphones. I always feel so awkward making small talk. Turning my back to him, I proceed down the steps of my third-floor apartment with the full intent to go for a jog. I only make it two blocks down before running into a new-looking coffee shop and decide to check it out.

I decide to go for a simple caramel frappe drink the barista recommended and take a seat at a far-off table, enjoying the light streaming through the large windows, when my phone buzzes against my arm. I pull it out of the pouch, seeing the caller ID puts a huge smile on my face.

"Hey you!" I stand to leave, throwing my empty cup out.

"Hey girl! Whatcha up to today?" Kirishima, my best friend, giggles at my enthusiasm when answering.

"Nothing much, headed back home, you?" Making my way back down the street, which has gotten considerably busier becoming challenging while trying to listen to his response.

"More of the same, can I come over?" He seems hesitant, he is not telling me something.

"Yes, of course. Is everything okay?" I try to add how much I am willing to listen to anything he needs into my tone.

"Yes. No. Maybe." Pause. "I'll explain when I get there." The sound of a car door closing, and the engine starting. Forming another smile on my face.

"Okay. See you soon". Hanging up, I head back up the stairs.

I open my front door, making my way into the kitchen, I set my shoes by the door, my sweater on the hook, and my phone on the kitchen counter on my way into the bedroom. I walk into the closet, searching for clothes, trying to decide between a quick shower before or after Kirishima gets here. Much too quickly I hear knocking from the living room.

"I wasn't expecting you so soon Kiri-" My voice catching in my throat as I'm grabbed from behind.

"Nice to see you baby. " The smell of alcohol assaulting my nostrils. I attempt to face my attacker, my eyes watering from the smell and the pressure on my neck. Twisting away, I fall onto my back, immediately scurrying as far away as I possibly can. As he comes into view, my heart drops and fear overtakes me. He inches his way closer, stumbling. Eyeing the door, I formulate a plan to escape. His incapacitated state giving me hope of survival.

"What do you want Kenji?" I make my voice deeper, louder, in an attempt to carry more weight with my words.

"Oh Y/N," He almost sounded apologetic, but it quickly became threatening, "you thought I wouldn't find you huh?" Inching his way closer, I make my way around the couch. Never turning my back to him. I have never been a fighter, and his venomous quirk overpowers mine. Laying his hand on the couch causes it to steam and melt. The confusion in his eyes quickly turning to anger, further causing my skin to crawl under his intense stare.

"I knew you would eventually," I steadied my nerves, "just maybe not this fast." I yelled, turning to run out the door. Reaching the knob, I felt my hair get yanked. My body being pulled backwards as all chance of escape leaves me. Paralyzing fear took control then, my legs refusing to move. Only the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. His mouth moving but no words reaching me. The world moving in slow motion as I frantically search for escape. His face inches from mine, his smile filled with malice as I squirm beneath his venomous touch. The smell of my flesh burning. My body flailing in useless defense. Closing my eyes, as his fists landed blow after blow. Feeling the contact once. Twice. Blood running down my face. I felt myself fall, unable to move my body.