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Fights 2

I spend the next week at home. I don't want to be anywhere near Lev nor Kenma. I trusted them, both of them. How could I not? My talented kouhai and my brilliant boyfriend.

But they betrayed my trust, and broke my caring heart.

I'm lucky to have Yaku and Kai as friends, at least. They bring me their school-notes and encourage me to come back to team practice.

"We need our captain," they tell me everyday. "Our captain is stronger than this."

They truly are a blessing.

I've received at least a hundred texts and phone calls from Kenma. The texts are all the same: "I swear it's not what you think. We need to talk."

I wish I was strong enough to talk to him, to face the boy who holds my heart inside his hands and has the power to do with it what he likes — the boy who cheated on me.

He's not just any boy, my brain keeps telling me. He's Kenma. That's why it hurts so much.

Yaku and Kai's support makes me feel like I am strong enough so, a week later from the confrontation in the locker room, I go back to school.

I regret it as soon as I see Kenma walking by with Yamamoto and Fukunaga, but I exhale in relief when he doesn't notice me.

I'm not ready yet.

It's difficult to pay attention in class when you've missed a week of lessons and you're heartbroken like me. So, I don't pay attention.

Then Yaku and Kai force me to go to practice with them.

When we walk inside the gym Kenma's already there. I'm forced to confront him now.

He says, "Hi."

I ignore him.

He says, "You look tired."

I ignore him.

He says, "Kuro."

I turn around.

"Can we talk?" Kenma tells me. "There was a misunderstanding." He looks around himself suspiciously, clearly not wanting anyone to overhear what he's saying.

I wish I was strong enough to — to just tell him, No.

But I'm not that strong.

So I follow him behind the gym.

I wait for him to start talking, even if it's clear he doesn't want to.

"What you saw last week," he says. "Those hickeys," he sobs over the word hickeys. "I didn't want them."

Is he playing with me?

"What do you mean?"

He's clearly frustrated and maybe holding back some tears. I'm starting to panic. "It's true that Lev did it. But I didn't want him to. We were just practicing and he attacked me out of the blue. Started kissing my neck and saying he loved me or some shit. I tried to stop him but you know," he shrugs, and I see a single tear run down his cheek. "I'm not that strong."

My heart, already in pieces, breaks so hard it becomes dust. I'm filled with love, with regret, with disgust, with hatred.

"Oh, God, Kenma," I say, shocked. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know—I'm an asshole!"

"You're not. I should have—You're not."

Not knowing what to say, I hug him and hold him tight. He lets me. "You'll always be safe with me. I promise."

"I know."

And right there, right then, holding Kenma I make a decision.

I'm gonna kill Lev.

#NowISpeak
I wrote this to thank my sister for helping me shave my armpits.
Part 3 coming soon!