Save me (bxb)

12

It was almost curfew by the time Yamaguchi got back to his dorm.

As soon as he walked in, Tsukishima was standing there, "Tadashi I-"

"Don't wanna hear it." Yamaguchi finished the sentence for him, walking off.

"No seriously I am sorry." Tsukishima said, blocking the boy's path, "I shouldn't have talked to you like that and been rude about it."

"About what? My supposed drug addiction? Well I don't fucking care what you think about me, so don't let it keep you up at night."

"Tadashi. I don't think you have a drug addiction. I'm just worried about you okay?"

"Now you're worried? What happened to go smoke your pot with Suna, huh?"

"I was just... frustrated. Somethings going on and you aren't telling me. I can't do anything to help you if you won't tell me Tadashi."

"I don't need or want your help." Yamaguchi dismissed his friend, brushing past him.

Tsukishima grabbed the boys shoulder, preventing him from walking off again, "Just stop. Stop blowing it off. Talk to me? We used to tell each other everything... what happened to you being my bestfriend huh?"

Yamaguchi shuddered at the physical touch, cursing under his breath, but thankful that the blonde couldn't see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

All the pent up anger and stress and frustration and sadness bubbled up within the dark haired boy.

"Fine, I'll go to the next match." he said, walking away and shutting the door behind him.

Seconds later, the door opened again.

"What was that about?" Tanaka asked, walking in with a towel over his head.

"Nothing. It's fine." Tsukishima said, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm guessing they're still not feeling well?" Tanaka probed, sitting on his futon.

"What makes you think that?" the blonde asked.

A phone started ringing.

"Cmon dude, the tears. Duh." the latter responded, reaching over to grab his phone, "Ah, my sister."

Tsukishima was conflicted.

What on earth had Yamaguchi so upset?

He had done enough pressing on the matter for one day, it seemed to make things worse.

He decided to leave it for today and hoped that Yamaguchi would be feeling better the following morning.

Within 10 minutes time, the whole team was back in the room for curfew.
Yamaguchi was the last one in.

He didn't make eye contact with anyone and just put an eye mask on and his earphones in as soon as he got into his futon.

- yamaguchi POV

Humming quietly to the music that played in my ears, I finished making dinner.

I served a portion for my mother and a slightly smaller one for myself, I was never very hungry after cooking for ages.

"Dinner." I said, opening my mothers bedroom door and setting it down on her bedside table.

She was laying down, watching a film on her iPad but sat up and smiled at me lovingly once the food was brought.

"Thank you my sweetheart, looks amazing." she said.

I felt a twinge of happiness at the sound of her approval and closed her door behind me before going to get my own food.

Looking at my watch, alarms started going off in my head. If I wanted to eat peacefully, I had to take it upstairs. Daisuke was normally back around... now.

I grabbed my plate and some cutlery, stuffing the silverware in my pocket as I made my way out of the kitchen.

The doorbell rang.

A visitor?

It wouldn't be Daisuke, he would use his key.

I set my stuff back down in the kitchen and went to open the door.

Daisuke was standing there, permanent scowl etched on his face.

"What took you so long boy?" he spoke, shoving past me.

"Sorry."

"What's cooking, something smells good." he asked, walking straight into the kitchen.

"Lasagna." I answered.

He picked up my plate, "You must be joking if you think that tiny thing is gonna satiate me. Double it and heat it up." he ordered, shoving the plate towards me.

"It's already hot, I plated it a few minutes ago." I said, layering another portion onto my plate, which was now his plate.

"There's no fucking steam coming from it is there? No. So heat it until there is." he barked, "Don't vex me boy." he warned, before walking out of the kitchen and upstairs.

"Okay, I'll heat it." I nodded, putting the plate in the microwave, setting it to 700 watts for 2 minutes.

I took the silverware out of my pocket and rinsed it, putting it on Daisuke's plate which was hot from the microwave. Steaming hot.

"Here." I said, setting Daisuke's plate in front of him. He was next to my mother, sitting on their bed with her.

He grabbed the plate from me and immediately cursed and dropped it.

"What the fuck boy? You tryna burn me huh?" He yelled, standing up instantly.

"N- no, uh you said you wanted it with the uh steam coming from it so I heated it on 700 for t- two minutes." I said, taking a step backwards.

"You think you're so smart huh? Making a fool out of me? Y- y- you uh- uh- steam. You sound like a fucking broken record." he said, pushing me against the bedroom wall.

My back hit the edge of the light switch and I squeezed my eyes shut, immediately regretting choosing to serve myself dinner at all.

"Open your eyes and look at the fucking mess you've caused!" he yelled, grabbing my neck, choking me.

I gasped for air, "I'm looking! I'm looking." I said, wheezing.

My mother started crying, but she didn't do anything to stop it.

I stirred and woke up in a cold sweat, clasping at my neck.

It felt like I was reliving it.

I could still feel his rough, calloused hands against my neck, squeezing at my veins, as he made impossible demands and said spiteful things.

I had to wear turtlenecks under my t-shirts for three weeks after that.

Everyone thought I was trying to start a new trend.

It caught on.

I stood up, itching for something to take the edge off.

I needed to get high.