"I don't love you anymore."
Lies
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"Did you end it with him?"
Akaashi stared blankly at his father. The tears have all dried up, and all that's left were red scars and shattered glass.
"Yes," he muttered bypassing his father and running up the st...
Akaashi watched as Bokuto's eyes widened, and then his expression morphed into a troubled smile. "That's...a joke right?"
Akaashi couldn't bring himself to deny it, so instead he said, "I just don't love you the way used to." He refused to meet Bokuto's gaze, fearing that the tears would break through if he saw the spiky headed man. "Or I mistook that love for pity."
"Oh, come on!" Bokuto called out, still smiling hesitantly. He stood up from his spot on his bed and walked over to Akaashi. "This isn't a funny joke," he said, inches away from Akaashi's face.
Keiji could feel his ex lover's eyes burn holes through him. "I don't tell jokes," he mumbled, leaning back, still not meeting Bokuto's stare.
Bokuto made a tching noise, and roughly grabbed Akaashi's chin, tilting his head for a kiss. Keiji's eyes widened, unprepared for the sudden action, and when Bokuto pulled away, he couldn't help but let some embarrassment slip through.
Koutarou smirked. "You can't deny it with that expression on your face," he said smugly.
Akaashi clenched his teeth, and stared at his ex lover, tears threatening to break through. He quickly ducked his face, and grabbed his bag that was on the floor next to him, swinging it over his shoulder.
"We're over," He said, his hand on the door handle, then disappearing beyond the door, leaving a poor, and shocked Bokuto, still standing in his room.
After Akaashi left the house, he finally let the tears fall.
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"Did you end it?"
Akaashi stared blankly at his father. The tears have all dried up, and all that's left were red scars and shattered glass.
"Yes," he muttered bypassing his father and running up the stairs into his room. Once in his room, he curled up on the hard ground, and attempted to cry. At least crying would help soothe his throbbing chest. His room, neat, clean, void of any mess, or disturbances, reflected upon Akaashi. The normal, common, typical ordinary room. The room that reflected him.
Bokuto destroyed that image.
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The next few days Akaashi didn't come to school. Bokuto tried his best to assure himself and his teammates that Akaashi was just taking a break. He also tried to be cheery and hyped for volleyball as usual, but whenever another teammate sets the ball for him to spike, the image of Akaashi leaving replays in his mind.
Cause and effect.
Cause: daydreaming about Akaashi Effect: spikes the ball with his face
Even though Bokuto tried his best to hide it, his teammates could tell that something was obviously wrong. The dedicated player, Akaashi, who was always there to stop Bokuto's foolish antics, wasn't coming to school.
They could only expect the worst.
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Akaashi refused to leave his room, spending most of his day in bed. His father had bothered him about going to school a few times, but honestly he could care less. He had enough attendance days to pass the grade, and with he could easily make up all the homework he missed.
What bothered him the most now was Bokuto.
Cooped up in his room all day doing nothing gave him a lot of time to think about the captain of the volleyball team.
If he went to school, he would be inevitably to meet the spiky haired man. And if his father found out again, they would both be under his wrath.
There was a knock on his bedroom door. "Welcome your father home," his father said through the locked door.
Akaashi sighed, and climbed out of bed. He unlocked the door and swung it open to find his father standing above him.
"Wel-"
Slap
Akaashi fell to the ground clutching his cheek.
"You are to welcome me back the second I enter this house," the man said hypocritically. "Who do you think pays all the fees of this house? Who do you think raised you!?" He screeched.
"You, father," Akaashi mumbled
"Look at me in the eye when you speak," he demanded.
Akaashi slowly looked up to meet the gaze of his father. "You, father," he said louder.
"Yes...yes," he breathed. "Now go make dinner," his father ordered.
"Yes father," Akaashi murmured standing up, making sure to make eye contact.
Yes, Akaashi was being abused at home.
Merely a puppet under his father.
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Ahahaha i did something ('･_･')
I REALLY LIKE THIS COVER OMGSKAHSJAKCBSCJDKCNZ
The chaps r prolly gonna be much shorter than MTAM cuz im too lazy
