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Fights 3

Kenma's words haunt me for the rest of practice.

Seeing Lev's laughing face, seeing him spike and block and play like nothing ever happened makes me sick. I'm filled with a strong desire, the desire to hurt him.

I don't even put any effort into practicing, too distracted by my feelings.

When we're all changing in the locker room, I keep my eyes on Lev. I synchronize my movements with his, so we're fully dressed and ready to go at the exact same time.

"I need to do something right now," I tell Kenma, who's still putting on his shirt. "But I'll come by your house later, okay?"

I don't want him to worry about me or to be alone after all that he's told me, so that's my way to reassure him.

He nods imperceptibly, but I notice, because I always notice Kenma.

Out of the gym, I see Lev walking a few meters away.

I run after him, and he hears me and turns around.

"Can I help you, Kuroo-san?" he asks. Even his voice makes my insides churn. I hate him.

"Yes," I say. "Come with me." And I start to walk towards a dark corner in the street, where no one could see us.

"You want to beat me up?" His tone makes me falter. It's guilty, like he knows he's done something to anger me, but at the same time so evil that for a single, agonizing moment I'm scared of him. "Then do it right here. Right outside the gym. The others are gonna come out any moment."

I think about the easiest way to drag him all the way to the dark corner, but I realize there isn't an easy way: he's not bigger than me, but he is tall. He would put up a good fight, and probably hurt me.

"Alright," I say, surrendering to his will. I feel helpless, and realize that's how Kenma must have felt, too. The thought gives me back my will power.

I need to hurry up if I don't want the others to see me doing it.

I slowly get closer to him, and whisper, "You're wrong about one thing. I don't want to beat you up. I want to kill you."

His eyes grow wide for a moment, but then he says, voice tasing, "You're not that strong."

Anger takes control over me. I feel myself move but I'm not the one controlling the movements.

I take a knife out of my pants' pocket. A single thought flashes through my mind — why did I have that there? — before I stab Lev in the stomach saying, "For Kenma."

He falls to the ground.

My heart start hammering.

Someone's coming out of the gym.

My breathing gets fast, and faster, and faster.

Someone's screaming.

My hands sweat profusely.

Someone punches me in the face.

I black out.

When I wake up, I'm on a surface I don't recognize. I turn my head to the left and see Kenma.

He seems surprised to see me with my eyes open. "How long have you been awake?"

"I just woke up." The it hits me. "Oh, God, I killed him didn't I? He's dead, isn't he?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kenma says, calmly.

"Where are we?" I ask him, still panicking. "At the hospital, right?"

"We're at Lev's house, you idiot," he tells me, poking me in the shoulder. "Remember? For his birthday party?"

I look around myself. I'm on a sofa, I realize, squished between Yaku and Kenma. My other teammates are sitting either on armchairs or on the floor, staring at the TV, and right in front of me there's... Lev.

What the hell? Was he okay? Was it all a dream?

"Are you alright?" Kenma asks me, and I hear Yaku shushing him. The movie must be interesting.

"Are you alright?" I say. I need to make sure that it was all a product of my imagination. "You know, with Lev and everything."

"Kuro, what's wrong with you?" he answers, and I am deeply relieved. "Are you coming down with something?"

"No, no," I laugh. "I'm perfectly fine."

Then I put my arm around Kenma's shoulder and kiss the top of his head.

I've never been happier.

#NowISpeak
The end, you guys!
As usual, this is for my sister. Good luck on your exam tomorrow, bitch.