Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

I'm Gone, But Not Too Far

This is literally a disaster that happened because I wanted to write something for Sarukui's birthday. Please note, there is mention of physical abuse, so if you are sensitive to that topic then I ask that you please turn away and find another book to read. Thank you for reading.

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It's two thirty five in the morning when Sarukui shows up on his doorstep, his eyes red and puffy, and a duffel bag slung over his shoulders. Komi lets him in without a word.

Komi pretends not to notice the way Sarukui is limping, and the bruises littering his neck and collarbone. Sarukui pretends to not notice Komi noticing.

He still doesn't speak on their way up the stairs, even when Sarukui hisses under his breath with every step. Komi just stays by his side, a silent pillar for him to lean on. When they finally reach the top of the stairs, Komi sits him down in the bathroom, and quietly gets out every medical supply he can see.

Sarukui also stays silent during it all, save for the occasional sniffle or inhale. Komi remembers how he looked during morning practice: droopy, but shining eyes, the familiar curl of his smile, his footwork slow but steady. Now, his eyes were bloodshot from crying, his smile was gone, replaced with a tight lipped frown, his gait awkward because of his limp.

Komi looks at him, a tube of some sort of cream in his hand, and speaks. "Can I touch you?"

Sarukui doesn't respond at first, his eyes hollow and distant. Then, he blinks, and immediately flinches when he realizes Komi is standing over him. "Wait, don't-" he says, before he trails off, his eyes focusing on Komi's own. "Oh, yeah. Komi. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Can I... touch you?"

Sarukui blinks once before nodding. "Yeah." he says. "Yeah, sure..."

Komi makes sure to keep his touch light and gentle, as not to hurt or startle Sarukui. He keeps silent again, waiting.

"I'm not a wild animal, you know."

Komi's mouth opens, then closes just as fast. Sarukui is looking right at him, his eyes dark in the dim light of the bathroom. "I'm not a wild animal. It's horrible, yeah. And it shouldn't keep happening the way it does, but I'm not made of glass. I'm not a fragile vase or something. You don't need to walk on eggshells around me." He sniffs once. "E-Especially not you, Komi."

Komi's eyes burn at Sarukui's words. "Yeah, I know, Saru..." he mumbles. "I know, I'm just-" he cuts himself off with a sharp breath. "I wish this didn't keep happening to you. I wish I could just go over there and beat the shit out of her and you could be happy."

Sarukui reaches out and cups Komi's cheek gently. Komi breathes in again. Sarukui smiles. "What's stopping you, Komi? It sure as hell isn't me."

Komi smiles as well as he finishes applying the cream to Sarukui's skin. "Yeah? I'll do it then. I'll go down there, break one of her fancy ass kitchen chairs and hit her over the head with one of the legs."

Sarukui gently pushes Komi's head foward until their foreheads touch. Komi closes his eyes, and Sarukui smiles at the rare moment of softness Komi is showing. "Yeah, that would be absolutely wonderful." He says before firmly pressing his lips against Komi's, losing himself for just a moment in the taste of pineapple and blueberries.