FALLEN ⤷ 𝙠.𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

[TELL ME]

[Name] pov...

"(F/n)..?"

I look up and see my brother in his clean volleyball attire.

"What happened?" He inquires.

"Nothing, I just dropped my stuff."

His eyes move from my things on the ground to my wrist, a bruise already appearing. I quickly lower my sleeve a bit.

"I'm serious. What the hell happened?" He says as he picks up a couple of boxes of bandages.

"Promise me you won't do something unreasonable." I don't want to cause him trouble.

"Why would I-"

"Promise me." I repeat.

"Okay, I promise, (n/n)."

I explain what happens and I can feel his anger bubble inside him. He takes off looking for the guy. I run after him trying to prevent things from escalating.

He eventually finds him. He knows how he looks like because he saw him help me with the volleyball before the game. He approaches the slightly shorter male, eyes burning with irritation.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The dude asks.

He sees me standing behind my brother. I give my brother the benefit of the doubt, letting him talk to the guy.

"Oh, of course. You would go tell someone." He says in a mocking tone.

"If you ever go near them again, I swear your future will not be very bright." Bokuto threatens.

"If they didn't walk around like they were asking for-."

Kōtarō punches him right in the face, causing him to fall back.

"Finish that sentence. I dare you." The anger in his voice more visible.

"Kōtarō, let's go please." I plead.