{2099} Haikyuu! x Fem!Reader

papilio domus

chapter thirty six: papilio domus

With the stranger standing before you, neither you nor Kenma have a choice but to do as he says. You both begin to empty your pockets as he waits somewhat patiently.

"Drop your shit on the floor. Just drop it, don't even bend down to place it there," he orders.

"You're gonna steal all our shit after it's broken?" Kenma scoffs. "Doesn't make very much sense."

"Listen here you piece of shit," the stranger snaps back as he gets right up in Kenma's face. Though the size difference is drastic, the stranger makes sure he gets his point across face to face. "You do what I say and I won't put a bullet straight between your beady little eyes, alright?

"Yeah, whatever you say, boss," Kenma replies as he reaches his hand to his mouth and places a piece of gum in his mouth. With his other hand, he lifts up the wrapper and drops it onto the ground. When the stranger smiles with anticipation at Kenma's next move, Kenma purses his lips together and spits the chewed-up gum onto the man's shoe.

"That's it," the stranger growls as he places the muzzle of his gun directly against Kenma's temple and releases the safety. "I don't need to keep you alive."

"Wait!" you interrupt, not sure what else to do in a situation like this. "What is it you're looking for? Maybe we can help you or something. Please don't kill him."

"What I'm looking for?" he repeats to himself almost as if he's trying to figure out what he wants to say. "Have you ever heard of a man named Kageyama?"

You and Kenma look at each other, both hoping one of you has. "No," you then respond for the pair of you. "What does he look like?"

"If you knew him, you'd know who I was talking about," he sighs as though talking about it any further would be absolutely pointless. "Hey, girl, take the rest out of your pockets!"

You slowly reach into your pockets and pull out a small box of bandaids you keep on you just in case of emergency. The second the box hits the floor, the stranger bends down to pick them up.

"Where'd you get these?" he asks as he rips open the box and empties out the contents into his jacket pocket, saving one in his hand. "Got any more?"

"You mean, more small bandaids? There's like ten in there..."

"No, the fucking boxes. Of course I'm talking about the bandaids. I bleed easily, what can I say?" he snaps.

"Uh, well, there's some back at our camp," you admit as you look over at Kenma, not really sure what a good next move would be. You obviously can't let another murderer into your camp.

"And other medical supplies?" he asks. "Tell me the fucking truth or I'll just have to follow you around 'til you go back."

"Yeah," you sigh as you roll your eyes. "but I'm pretty sure you can find some Neosporin without stalking us."

"Hilarious," he scoffs. "How about this, then. Take me to your camp and I swear I won't kill you."

"Why should we trust someone we don't even know the name of?" Kenma grumbles.

"It's Oikawa," he smiles softly. "I'll be out of your way in less than an hour."

"What's wrong?" you then interject. "Why do you need medical supplies so bad? You look fine."

Oikawa sighs as he sticks out his left leg. You watch closely as he lifts up his pant leg and reveal a large burn mark. "I think I got here at the same time as you two. Fire got me, too. I didn't see it coming."

"Shit," you mutter to yourself as you stare down at his bubbling skin. It for sure must hurt like hell. You and Kenma exchange one last look before finally giving in to the stranger.

"And who the fuck is this now?!" Atsumu shouts as he throws up his arms in frustration upon seeing you and Kenma with another person following behind you. "Bringing in another goddamn murderer?"

"Where'd Kuroo go?" Bokuto asks softly.

You can hardly even look in Bokuto's direction as you show Oikawa into the bus. Bokuto attempts to follow after you, but once you and Oikawa are on the bus, you shut the doors behind you.

Inside, you instruct Oikawa to sit down on the couch as you fix up the medicine and get everything ready. He does as you ask and sits down to roll up his pant leg for you again.

"So if you don't mind me asking, why was that guy all p.o'ed?"

"We had a situation a few days ago," you express vaguely. You don't really trust Oikawa. You shouldn't even have shown him here. There's no way he's getting to you again.

"Situation as in murder? Don't tell me someone was a victim of friendly fire 'round here," he replies, putting two and two together more quickly than you would have liked.

"Something like that," you hum as you kneel down before him with a small bottle of medicine and some alcohol wipes. Oikawa doesn't say anything more until just as you open the container of wipes.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. His comment takes you by surprise. As you pull out the wipe, you look up at him. His soft eyes express sincerity, something you weren't expecting at all. "My protégé is the one I asked you about before. Kageyama. We knew each other before everything went down and, of course, a fight caused us to end up in a bad situation just before the power outage. That's why I'm here," he sighs. "It sucks not being able to find him. Don't know if I could ever admit it to his face, but I'm worried 'bout him, you know?"

"I get it," you nod as you look back down at your work. Part of you doesn't want to talk about it because of how emotional you know you'll get, but at the same time, it's nice to talk to someone new about common experiences.

"So are you some kind of doctor?" he then asks, changing the subject.

"I was. I don't know what I'd call myself now," you chuckle softly.

Oikawa bends down and reaches his hand out toward you. He places his hand under your chin and lifts up your face to his. It takes him less than a second to then see the tears swelling up in your eyes.

"You're absolutely beautiful. Inside and out. I only met you less than an hour ago, but it's not hard to see. You put too much pressure on yourself, don't you?"

"Guess the grass is always greener on the other side," you smile softly.

Oikawa smiles back. "He says he means it. You make the best out of your situations. I almost killed you and your friend back there and here you are, helping me."

"That's just what I do," you respond. "It doesn't make me any more special than anyone else."

"If that's how you see it," he says as he leans away from you, letting go of your face, and allowing you to finish your work, "but I think it's beautiful."

"Listen," you sigh. "I'm not trying to say I want you to stick around or anything like that so don't get me wrong, but you need to stay here until your burn gets better. If you leave now without consistent treatment, this could just get worse."

"Seriously? You're asking me to stay?" he asks confusedly.

"Don't think this means anything special. I just think there's no point if you leave now," you shrug.

"Alright then," he says as he shifts his position on the couch. "Here."

When you look up you see Oikawa holding the gun. He's reaching it out to you, asking for you to take it.

"It's yours," he explains. "While I'm here, at least. I want you to trust me."

"I'll do what I can, no promises," you smirk as you accept the pistol. "Thank you."