Kageyama guides Shouyou off of the play set. Even if he doesn't need the help, the warmth of their hands pressed together causes Kageyama to come up with any and every excuse to keep holding him.
Kageyama leads the two of them out of the park and onto the sidewalk. Finally, Kageyama is able to get a good look at Shouyou. They're both standing under a street light as the crescent mood provides almost no light.
He looks like shit.
There's a bruise forming on his right cheek. And his hair is dirtied with mud and grass, devoid of its original bright sunset color. His hands are shaking under Kageyama's gaze, clutching his arm with his hand as if he were embarrassed. It isn't until he focuses on where his hand is clenched around his arm that he notices the faint black and blue splotches peeking through his grasp. His knuckles are bloodied and dirtied. Kageyama can only imagine how much more lies beneath the smaller boys clothing.
"Fuck," Kageyama accidentally says aloud.
"Is it bad?" Shouyou asks.
"Just a little," Kageyama tries to stay optimistic.
"So... bad."
Kageyama doesn't respond.
Shouyou continues, "Can you— uh— if it isn't too much trouble, I don't wanna be trouble i just— you know.. need uh— help." Shouyou looks down at the ground as he rambles.
"Yeah," Kageyama pauses. "Let's get you cleaned up."
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A Table For One~Kagehina
FanfictionKageyama likes his job. Sure, he works the early morning shifts at literally two in the morning, but he enjoys the tranquility of it all. It's never chaotic, it's never dreadful, and there's never a customer there. That is, until a new customer, Sho...
