Tetsuro Kuroo was a highschool student who adored volleyball, and a kid named Kenma Kozume. He and Kenma were inseparable. The two found their relationship becoming something.... more. More than friends, more like lovers. The two promised to stay by...
I sat in silence. The only sound was that of my hand aggressively shaking, causing a light tapping sound. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact Ryo had betrayed me.
My body longed for hugs from my boyfriend, Kuroo. I missed the hugs and kisses he'd give me every time he saw me. I missed his goofy grin and his spiky rooster hair that I used to tease him about so often. All of it was gone. Except for the memories. I grew weaker and weaker as each day passed without proper exercise or self care. I had been brought into that horrible room each day, alone with that man who did awful things to me. I kind of went into a different consciousness while it happened, trying to save my sanity. My body always ached from him.
I didn't even bother resisting after that one day. The day my life was almost taken from me. The day I tried to fight back.
(TW!!!)
It was the third or fourth time he had abused me for my body. I was scared, hurt, and in still in shock. He laid me down on the bed rather roughly, pinning my wrists above my head. I cried and sobbed as a stinging pain surged through me. I begged. I actually begged for him to leave me alone. But he persisted.
I acted quickly and thoughtlessly and tried to escape his tight grasp. This led him to force me onto the ground, and beat me senseless while he raped me. I cried and pleaded, but endured the pain, due to a very sharp knife placed at my neck. It thought about moving ever so slightly and slitting my own throat, but for some reason, I didn't.
That reason was because of him.
Kuroo.
I knew he didn't want me to die.
Even if I wanted to, he didn't.
And I loved him. Disappointing someone you love makes you feel useless and ignorant.
I knew Kuroo was in as much stress and pain as I was right now.
The last thing I wanted to do was push him to his breaking point.
(End of TW) (There might be a slight trigger warning here, so just be cautious)
I sat in the corner of the dusty, empty room, thinking about the things that were taken from me.
This was probably a petty thing to do, but nonetheless I did it anyways.
1. School
School was taken from me, I no longer had the priviledge to go and learn surrounded by friends.
2. My virginity
Something I was never proud of ended up being taken from me. I had always thought being a virgin was uncool and lame, but now I know, once it's gone, taken from you forcefully, it's like losing a part of yourself. I imagined me losing my virginity to someone I love, not like this, not from it being stolen from me like someone takes candy from a baby.
3. My trust
Trust was something I found rather difficult to understand. Did I trust someone when I let them borrow my Nintendo switch? Was that trust? Or was it when I would give my loyalty to a friend or family member, expecting them to do the same for me? I guess I had always trusted Kuroo. I trusted him when we made that promise to never leave each other. Now look at us, seperated by force, not by choice. I trust Kuroo with my life, and I know he trusts me as well.
4. Kuroo
The love of my life, Tetsurou Kuroo, was taken from me, or rather I was taken from him. One of the worst crimes someone could do is seperating loved ones. Seperating soulmates is such a god-awful thing to do. I think this caused my heart to break. For some reason, I always wanted my heart to break. I wrote on my bucket list to have some shitty boyfriend dump me and ignore my texts. Heartbreak seemed like a usual thing for people to experience at some point in their life. Just.... not like this.
It was never meant to happen like this...
*** (Kuroo's POV)
Three days ago they found Kenma's hair clip. I had actually gotten him that clip as a prize for passing his exams one year. I didn't even know he still had it. I remember how handsome. No. Sure, Kenma was handsome, but he looked.... Beautiful. Yeah, that's the word. He looked gorgeous with his two toned hair swept back by that red clip. His hair lightly brushed against his face, drawing attention to his mesmerizing cat-like eyes. I swear he was the cutest person I'd ever laid eyes on. He stole my heart from day one.
*** Detectives had searched the entire area within a twenty mile radius, checking every corner of every building, alleyway, and parking lot.
So far, they hadn't seen anything. My heart dropped to the floor as they told me the news.
They didn't think he was even anywhere close to where they had been searching, so they were going to try and branch out a little. I quietly nodded and sat down on the bench inside the desolate police department. My eyes were tired and foggy, my energy was at absolute zero but I had to push through until they found him.
Haruko told me they wouldn't stop until they found him. Almost everyone told me the chances of him being alive were very slim since it had almost been four weeks now. I didn't pay attention to their comments and tried my best to not lose hope. I trusted Kenma. I knew he was strong, stronger than me. He wouldn't give up as long as I didn't give up. He was alot of things, but a quitter wasn't one of them.
