Kenma Kozume x reader

6~You don't hate me?

Six months into the relationship, you sensed something off. Hitomi no longer texted you frequently. He didn't sit with you at lunch as often, you hadn't been on a date in weeks. You were devestated.

However, you tried your hardest to stay calm. You decided to confront him.

"Hitomi?"

"What?"

"Can I ask you something....?"

"Yeah make it quick"

He didn't look up to face you.

"Is something wrong between us?"

Now he looked up.

"No. Why?"

"No reason..."

You trailed off and lost confidence in asking. You trusted him, so you took his word and left without protesting. You must have just been paranoid.

After that, things became worse.

You had scheduled a date with Hitomi, and planned on staying at his house overnight. The evening that you went back with him, you had an argument, and that argument didn't just end in hurt feelings. It ended in wounds.

"Why do you give that stupid volleyball club so much devotion?! Do you not care about me?!"

You were speechless. He was the one acting like he didn't care about you.

"No! Of course not! I'm their manager, I have a commitment to the team, it's my job!"

"I don't care if it's your job, you're hanging out with brats all afternoon like a fucking bitch!"

You were shocked. He had never spoken to you like that before, and he shouldn't have. You were strong, a strong person person at mind, at least, yet you didn't understand why you started to cry. As tears dropped down your face and slid down your cheeks, Hitomi kept on shaking you and yelling at you.

Finally, you decided to speak up.

"My dad is their coach... it was given that I had association with the volleyball club..."

Hitomi looked at you, his eyes blazing.

"STOP WITH THE EXCUSES!" He screamed, and for the first time, you were scared of him. You cowered down in fear, the boy stood at 6,1, an entire 7 inches taller than you. He glared down at you and scoffed.

"Pathetic."

And at that moment, he swung his fist.

At impact, you cried out. It hurt, it really hurt, he landed a blow straight into your gut, and you were winded. As you struggled to take a breath, he kicked you, and as his foot made contact with your thigh, you whimpered.

Thankfully, he left the room. You hoisted yourself up onto his couch, eyes still wide with shock and your frame shaking as you clutched your knees to your chest. You wanted to call someone, tell them about it, but you were afraid. Too afraid that Hitomi would know, and too afraid you would pay the price for it. So you kept silent.

After a few minutes, Hitomi re-entered the room and you backed up against the back of the lounge in fear. He peered down at you and scoffed.

"Be a little stronger, sit up."

Shaking, you obeyed his command and leaned away from the couch to sit forward a little, and you flinched as he sat down beside you.

•••

After that day, he was a lot colder to you. In public you were the "perfect couple" but in private, he would beat you up and injure you, but made sure to only hit the parts that were not showing in your uniform, to avoid people noticing the bruises forming.

This torturous routine went on for a month when finally, somebody noticed.

Hitomi had hit you, a few nights ago, on your shoulder. It formed a heavy bruise. He had also kicked your upper thigh which was covered by your long school skirt, and there were a few markings on your ankles that your socks covered. But one day, when Hitomi was on a trip with the baseball club to another prefecture, Kita offered to walk you home as Hitomi normally did.

Not wanting to turn him down, you said yes, but you had to make sure Hitomi wouldn't find out.

As the two of you were walking home, a heavy rain started to pick up. The water drenched your shirt to the point it was see-through, to which Kita gave you his blazer as you ran. You gratefully took it and finally arrived at your house, where you decided that Kita should stay until the rain passed.

You gave him some of your dad's clothes and as he went into the bathroom to change, you yourself changed into a tank top and shorts. You were barefoot, because who the heck puts on shoes when they're not going anywhere, and that was when Kita walked out.

At first, eveyrthing was normal. You started conversation, and we're talking happily. That was until Kita paused. He stood up and walked towards you, his eyes wide with shock. He wasn't looking at your face.

"...what is it?" You asked, confused.

He didn't respond. You followed Kita's gaze, seeing that it rested on your legs. Where a deep black bruise had painted your leg.

Now his gaze shifted again, this time to your shoulder, where a bright red mark had burned into your skin. And finally, it rested on your ankles, they were dark and scratched.

He looked up at you.

"Y/n? What is this? Wha- how did this happen? Who's doing this to you? No..."

He paused, and his face resembled realisation.

"It's him, isn't it. Kisae Hitomi. He's doing this."

Kita seemed angry. Beyond angry. You didn't understand how that was even possible.

"N-no... I'm really clumsy. I tripped over! I swear!"

Kita wasn't buying it.

Angrily, he left the room, leaving you shaken up, sitting on the couch. You were worried. Did he hate you now? Did he not trust you anymore? The feeling of hot liquid bubbling in your eyes took over, but you refused to let a tear slip from your eyes.

Furiously rubbing them, you saw Kita re-enter the room silently. You flinched as he neared you, afraid he would hit you, but he didn't. Instead, he hugged you, carefully entangling his fingers in your hair as he squeezed you tight.

"You...don't hate me?"

Kita pulled away, shocked. "No, why would I?"

Your eyes started to well up again.

"W-well... I lied to you a-and"-

Kita cut you off, shaking his head.

"I don't hate you. It's that stupid Hitomi brat who thinks he can get away with anything."

••••

Later that evening, Kita offered to stay the night. He decided that he had to stay close to you. It was his way of... protecting you?

You had fallen asleep after tossing and turning for a while, but eventually forgetting about Kisae and getting a long deserved rest that you had no idea you could obtain. You were very grateful for Kita. He was your first friend who you thought you could pour your heart and soul out to and would stick by you no matter what. You loved that feeling.

•••

The next morning you awoke to a knock on your door. You yawned and woke up, the banging on the wooden frame growing progressively louder as you hurriedly scaled the stairs downwards. As soon as you unlocked the door it swung open to reveal...