your promise to me. || haikyu

04

[[author's note: dialog in italics are being said in english since we're in japan and... you know, they speak japanese regularly.]]

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"What're you doing here?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"What do you mean? That's no way to greet your boyfriend," he said with a grin and outstretched arms.

"Boyfriend?" I scoffed. I got off the frame and went to close the door. Here I thought that I wouldn't have to see his face ever again. 

He slammed his hand against the door and pushed it back open to much of my dismay. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"No," I strained to say as I pushed back on the door. He pushed his way in, grabbing my arm. My skin felt like it was on fire under his tight grip. "What're you doing?"

"Why did you leave me?" He demanded, pushing me against the wall.

"Why? Why did you cheat on me with my best friend!" I shouted, trying to push him off me. He growled in response to me fighting back and pushed me on the floor, getting on top of me. He straddled my lap, trapping me underneath his weight. This feeling felt all too familiar. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he yelled in my face. 

"I saw the way you looked at each other at our last concert, fucker!" I got one of my wrists loose and uppercut him, causing him to loosen his grip just a little. 

"You, stupid bitch!" He grunted as he restricted my wrists again and punched me back, square on the cheek. I gasped, feeling slightly dizzy. The cold floor felt nice against my hot cheek. "Don't you dare hit me again."

I turned my head up to face him again and spat blood, that was filling in my mouth, onto his face. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."

"... Aiko?"

Clarke and I both looked up at the open front door to see Bokuto standing there confused. I took my chance and elbowed Clarke in the chin, knocking him off me by surprise. I scrambled to my feet and gripped his collar, dragging him out the front door.

"It was nice of you to stop by! Enjoy the rest of your trip here in Japan, have a safe flight home!" I exclaimed, throwing him out before he has a chance to do anything else. Bokuto blocked Clarke's flying fist with his hand when he decided to hit me again.

"Who's this fucker anyway?" Clarke asked angrily, taking a step back and sizing Bokuto up. They were about the same height and build, I wouldn't be sure who would win in a fight if one was going to happen. I don't know much about Bokuto, but he seems to be more athletic than Clarke. 

"My boyfriend, fuck off now," I responded without a thought, taking hold of the back of Bokuto's shirt. I tried to pull him inside, but he wouldn't budge.

"Are you okay, Koko-chan?" All the playfulness that Bokuto was known for was nowhere to be found in Bokuto's tone. It was kind of scary to hear honestly.

"Boyfriend? Stop fucking around Ivy," Clarke retorted with a sneer.

"I.. Vy?" Bokuto turned his head to look back at me over his shoulder.

"It's my American name... Baby."

"Ba... By?" He cocked his head to the side. Can't you just play along for a second?! I shouted in my mind as I looked back at him. I pleaded him with my eyes, hoping that he would understand.