Fall | hinata harem

chapter sixteen

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Shouyou Hinata

I never want to hang out with that guy again!

The thought that Osamu, Atsumu, and Rintarou (For all I know!) are dangerous, unlawful businessmen scare the shit out of me! What if their competitors see they're hanging out with defenseless little me and put a target on my back to get back at them?

What if I accidentally say something wrong to someone (I haven't said anything bad about them up to today, right?) and they kill me themselves?

I know I've made a lot of mistakes, but I promise I'm trying to fix my life, and I've been working so hard to change everything! I don't want to die now of all times!

And the worst part about all of this is the fact that Tobio was right.

The thought made me shiver. I'd have to admit it to him and see his god-awful smirk.

I slowed my steps on the sidewalk until I was standing beside a white-brick building. I had just left from my meet-up with Osamu and was spending the extra time I had before meeting Atsumu to clear my head.

They're such good people, though... I just don't see them being bad. They're so wonderful to me, so kind...

I think back to Osamu lending me, a stranger at the time, his expensive coat and trusting me to give it back, I think of Atsumu talking with me for over an hour until I was finally exhausted enough to go to sleep.

Kageyama's hands which had held me so gently and his lips that pressed warmth against my forehead the day he begged me to believe him and I hadn't.

The thought of all these handsome men makes me want to scream. I can't fall back down that hole, though. I must endure. They're only friends.

When I look at the hand Osamu had carefully cradled and examined, I feel as if I'm going to tear up.

When's the last time I've been touched so carefully? How could these guys be bad? How would Tobio know, anyway?

How did Tobio know?

I hate this filthy bite mark on me, but I know I deserved it. I was a filthy whore back then. I hurt so many people's feelings back then. I had no dignity, no self-respect. This bitemark is just proof of it.

"Oh~? Don't pass out... on me now..."

I remember my vision blurring the tighter this man grasped my throat, the harder he thrust inside of me, and the ache in my knees from digging into the cold dirty tile of the diner bathroom.

"What? ... Good fuckin'... whore and... while you keep whinin' like..."

What he said was mere ringing. How long had he been going at it? I couldn't take anymore, the pain in my knees was becoming unbearable. He's so bad at this, probably one of the worst I've had.

I had reached behind myself and pressed my hand against his hip, trying to push him away. His hand was too tight around my throat to speak properly.

"Fuck no... Stop when I want~"

I remember him grabbing my hand, pulling it over my shoulder, and then, the searing pain of his teeth sinking deeply into my skin.

He was the owner of the diner, I'd been flirting around with him for a while, but this was more terrible than I could have ever imagined. I wish I had never met this man. I wish I had never come here after he closed shop.