It All Started In Detention

Forty Two

Disclaimer: this chapter contains triggering topics of rape and descriptions of sexual assault. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive around these topics.
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~Akaashi~

Everything was fuzzy. He could hear movement but couldn't move. Could hear voices but couldn't speak.

Where am I?

"You look pretty like this, Akaashi." He flinched as the voice was suddenly so close but he couldn't move. His limbs felt heavy. Everything felt heavy. Like he was glued to the ground.

He was on his stomach, feeling rough carpet against his cheek and arms. He couldn't move.

He tried. Tried to push his body up with his arms. But they wouldn't move. Someone, maybe multiple people, were walking around him. "Don't move, okay?" The voice, again by his ear, made his heart sink. He recognized it suddenly. His words made him want to move even more.

"Don't." They didn't respond, two sets of hands finally and slowly trailed down his torso which was suddenly bare, making his skin prickle. "No." He couldn't tell if he was even saying it. Or if it was in his head, the words feeling like cement.

It was all so fuzzy. Dark in the corner of his eyes, making the room feel smaller and bigger at the same time since he couldn't tell where it ended. The pair of hands got lower, leaving behind a sickening feeling on his pale skin, every action making him want to scream. To crawl out of his skin. "Please stop." Anything to make it stop.

"But we don't want to stop." The voice sounded so unbothered and Akaashi felt like he was shaking. Felt tears well up in his eyes and breathing got harder. "We want to keep going, Akaashi. Put this pretty body to use." He wanted to throw up, felt himself let out a small cry.

"No please dont." The words were stronger than before but fell on deaf, uncaring ears. "Stop!" He said louder, the hands moving and groping his ass. He could feel their eyes on him, hungry. "No." He squeezed his eyes shut, body still unmoving as they kept touching. Kept groping him. Slipping into his pants. "Please no." He knew he was now only saying it to himself.

They didn't care. They wouldn't stop. They didn't stop.

"No no please no stop." He spoke desperately. "Hachirō, please! Don't!" He heard the boy chuckle.

"Mmmm say my name again." Akaashi sobbed, screaming in his head, trying to move.

"No please no. No." They didn't stop. He knew what was coming. "No stop!" What was about to happen. "No!" What did happen.

"No!" He was moving. Jolting up from where he had been lying down, out of breath and panicking.

Where am I?

"Woah hey Akaashi." There is a hand on his shoulder and he jerks, tears in his eyes, heart pounding in fear, out of breath and panting, quickly looking to the owner of the unwanted touch.

He feels something settle in him, as he grips the comforter he is sitting on, when he is met with familiar eyes. Sees the worry and sees him slowly hold both his hands up.

He won't touch him.

Akaashi's heart settles as he looks around the room. At the makeshift nest on the windowsill that was, sadly, empty. At the beautiful painting over the desk. At the posters on the wall and the computer sitting at their feet, playing the end of The Breakfast Club.

"Keiji." He looks over at the sound of his name, taking deep breaths, mind processing where he is and what just happened. "You're safe." The tears were back in his eyes at the words, body shaking a little as his brain starts to replay the nightmare he was just experiencing for the hundredth time. Bokuto gives a soft, comforting smile, reaching an arm out. Like he wants to touch Akaashi. Give him a hug. Comfort him. Help him.