ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔙𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

ᴛᴡ: ᴘʀᴏꜱᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʀᴀᴘᴇ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ

Atsumu was frozen.

Like a deer in headlights.

That was such a strange phrase.

A creature trying to run home, faltering when it saw something so unfamiliar.

Then bang.

Their life was over.

It was normal for Atsumu to be out late, especially on weekends.

The blond shivered as an arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in close.

He felt a hot breath against his cheek and closed his eyes.

"So~what's my reward?" A deep voice asked. Atsumu inhaled sharply and tilted his head up, a smile playing on his lips.

"Depends on how much ya have on ya," he answered, prodding the man's chest.

He smirked and made Atsumu internally shudder. He pulled out a folded bill, Atsumu's eyes widening.

"This enough fer me ta fuck ya against th' wall?" He wondered. Atsumu simpered.

"'Course~"

Atsumu would be lying if he said he didn't like heroin.

But taking it before every encounter made him wonder...

Would Osamu hate him?

Still, he shook his head and ignored the lingering feeling when he pushing the needle into his skin.

When the man had spoken, Atsumu didn't think he would literally fuck him against a wall. But he pulled Atsumu aside, pressing him up to the brick building nearby and biting his neck. Atsumu whimpered from the pain, forcing the noise to sound like a moan. The man tugged at his pants and a familiar sense of dread began to form in the pit of his stomach. Atsumu pushed down the feeling, placing his hands on either side of his face against the cold bricks and clenching his jaw. He felt the tip push inside and panic began to seize his mind.

It's fine, he told himself. It's fine. This is okay.

He tasted something metallic in his mouth. Blood. His tongue was sore which could only mean he bit his tongue without realizing it.

He looked back to see if anyone was passing by.

God, he wished he never turned around.

How was it that every time Atsumu was most vulnerable, Sakusa Kiyoomi showed up. It was like he had a GPS that went off when the Miya was struggling, just to make sure Sakusa would always appear to witness the absolute lowest of lows Atsumu had reached.

"Wait—"Atsumu started to protest.

"Like hell," the man muttered as he pushed in further. Atsumu cried and, groaning from the sting and dropping his while tears pooled in the corner of his eyes.

"Fuck—" Atsumu shuddered, clenching his hands. "Just—stop fer a sec—" he tried to pull away but the man placed a hand on the back of his neck, squeezing.

"Keep figh'in' and I'mma choke ya ta death," he threatened. Atsumu's eyes widened.

He knew it would happen. It always happened.

But it didn't change how fucking scary it was.

He bit his lip harshly, feeling his teeth pierce the skin and draw blood. He wanted help.