put your hands up, mr. policeman | h. harem

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Third-Person POV; 4:13 a.m

"Don't kiss me. I'm tired of it."

"Well, I'm certainly not. I'll wait until we're someplace more comfortable before we go all the way, but I would at least like to catch up on lost time. Besides, I told you what you wanted to know."

Sakusa pressed his hips against Shouyou's, stirring his mind up once again, but there was something else he felt, too, that gave him a possible escape.

So, Shouyou sighed and relaxed his body slowly so Sakusa could loosen his grip on him, too, like an unspoken bargain.

"You can still fight people who defy the justice system, I just want to be on top of it all. In charge of the people, the land, the amenities, and you especially."

Oh, no, Shouyou wouldn't settle for something like that.

"Something like that sounds..."

The anger in him continued to boil. Just as Sakusa made a move to kiss Shouyou again, the little ginger swiped the gun he had spotted hidden in a holster at Sakusa's back and held it right to the unimpressed male's forehead.

"... Like fuckin hell! I make my own rules!"

For someone with a gun to his head, Sakusa sure was treating this situation as some sort of minor inconvenience, like a sneeze that won't come out or a lagging internet connection.

"Oh, please, Shouyou, everyone knows how you are around guns. We both know you're not going to shoot, so there's no point in even holding it. Look, your hands are shaking."

Indeed they were. The last time Shouyou forced a gun to go off, someone lost their life. It was a long time ago when he was still a policeman in training, but after that, he wasn't the same.

But he's been through hell and back, he's gathered new friends and an irreplaceable support system with some of the best criminals around. He's stronger than he was.

"Get off me. Now."

Sakusa exhaled through his nose, almost like a laugh. That look in Shouyou's eyes was frightening, something he hadn't been subject to until now.

It was... thrilling.

"Did I stutter? Get the fuck off."

Sakusa reluctantly removed himself and held his hands up in surrender.

"I'll get you, Shouyou, whether you like it or not. You better be prepared to give us your all."

Shouyou was already halfway out the door by the time Sakusa finished his promise. Sakusa smirked wildly and pressed his earpiece.

"Shouyou's gotten away. Everyone to the streets. Do whatever you have to do to take them down, just bring him back to me alive."

He licked his lips, thinking of the eager face Shouyou had put on. Shouyou's about to lose it, and Sakusa's gonna be there to witness it. If he's lucky, he'll get a taste of that scalding internal anger, too.

"The party's over."

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Second-floor break room, Second-floor break room.

Shouyou turned the corner to the stairs and practically flew down them. The moment he turned, he bumped into a large chest.

The speed he was running at had knocked them back a few steps, and, without a facade to keep up, Shouyou wasted no time in sending them flying into the wall with a quick, strong kick to the chest.

"You little-!"

It was someone from Inarizaki, is why. Shouyou's always been a believer of the "take your enemy down before they take you first" saying.

This place was about to become a warzone, and Shouyou knows he needs to evacuate the innocent before it does.

He moved his hair from his ear and pressed the button on his earpiece.

" There's no bomb! Regroup on the first floor! Don't worry about the disguises, just evacuate the crowd and protect yourselves and everyone else against Sakusa and his groups before you start fighting! I'll rescue the hostage!"

He soon received exclamations and confirmations. Bokuto, Tanaka, Yamamoto, and Kuroo seemed the most excited to battle.

Nishinoya should have also screamed in excitement as he often does, but Shouyou heard nothing from him.

Nishinoya's the one captured, no doubt. Hang on, Noya, I'm coming.

The break room door was locked. Shouyou tried to kick it and bust it but it just wouldn't open. The only option he would have was to break the lock with a shot.

His hands shook at the thought. So vividly, he remembers the sound of the gun firing that bright morning, the sound of the woman screaming in pain, and the feel of the trigger.

Shouyou was cornered. There was nothing else he could have done, but that just didn't register in his head.

There was no one there for him back then, but, now, he's backed up by some of the most skilled, feisty people he's ever known, and, in this city, killing someone doesn't matter.

He's the best shot around, he had been, anyway. All the training he's done is sure to come in clutch, so he'd never make a mistake like that again.

If he did shoot someone, he'd make sure it wasn't fatal. Again, he's the best shot around.

I'm the best shooter around.

Something like a knot being undone in his chest made his body lighter. He aimed at the lock and shot, and it busted effortlessly. A perfect shot.

Inside, Nishinoya was tied up like a hostage and was trying to shout something to Shouyou, but the little ginger couldn't understand it with a gag in his teammate's mouth.

He stepped forward, only to turn around when a presence he remembered all too well invaded his space.

"I'm sure ya heard what Omi-Kun said, Shouyou-Chan~ It's a world star brawl as long as we getcha to him alive~"

Atsumu had a gun, but Shouyou did, too. He wasn't scared. In fact, he was a little too calm for someone within shooting range and he wanted to make this known to his enemy.

"I'm not scared anymore. In a city where there are no laws or morals, do you really believe I won't shoot?"

Shouyou assumed correctly that Atsumu, as Sakusa's right-hand man, knows of his troubled past as a small-town policeman-in-training. Atsumu felt a shiver up his spine, and it wasn't from the sudden coldness in the room, it was Shouyou's icy gaze that chilled him.

"Oh, yeah? Ya think I'm scared of a lil' gun? Gettin' shot is nothin' to me. Now, why don'tcha be a good playthin' an' surrender, 'less ya want everyone here dead."

Shouyou was through with these useless games. He's put his trust in his teammates, he's got Nishinoya behind him to back him up, and he's got a mindset that's unbudging.

Atsumu reached out, Shouyou aimed.

Bam!

Shouyou's ears were ringing as he dropped to the ground with Atsumu, who clutched his bleeding hand tightly, and quickly untied Nishinoya, grabbed the gun, and stood to rush out of the room.

Atsumu reached out but just barely brushed Shouyou's skin.

"Damn you, Shouyou!"

But he was already off.

"Holy shit, you were so fucking cool back there! I just- Wow! Where'd you learn to-"

"Noya, quiet!"

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