Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Just A Little Late (You Found Me)

NOTE: There is a small mention of suicide in this oneshot.

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"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Kenji's eye twitched as he looked down at Terushima. Terushima's clothes were barely clothes anymore, with how many holes and tears were in the fabric. He was covered in wounds, his body littered with dark purple bruises, large open gashes, and angry red scratches. His hair was messier than it usually was, the usually dark golden color stained a murky reddish brown from blood and dirt. He looked weak, sickly, and absolutely pathetic.

Terushima glanced up at him with his good eye, the other swollen shut, and grinned at him. "Hey, man, long time no see. Can... can I come in please...?"

Kenji growled angrily. "I don't fucking know, Terushima, can you?"

Terushima flinched slightly at Kenji's hostility, and Kenji felt a pang of satisfaction at seeing him look so meek and pitiful.

"Kenji, listen, I-"

Terushima cried out, coughing wetly as Kenji cut him off with a swift kick to the ribs. He glared fiercely at Terushima, his mouth curled into a snarl. "Do not fucking call me that. You don't get to call me that anymore. Not anymore."

Terushima coughed again, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control over himself. Kenji continued to glare down at him, his eyes narrowed and sharp with anger. Terushima weakly held up a hand in surrender, the other hovering carefully over where Kenji had struck him.

"Ok, ok," he wheezed. "I'm-I'm sorry... I apologize. I didn't know..."

Kenji's anger flared at Terushima's words, and before he knew what he was doing, he was fisting both hands into the front of Terushima's shirt, pulling him upright so they were face to face.

"Of course you don't know, you goddamn asshole!" He shouted. "You wouldn't know that I've hated you with every bone in my body since you left, because that's exactly what you did! You just up and left, like your fucking kind always does, going through girl after girl, boy after boy, without a care in the world as to how some of them may feel!"

Terushima just stared at him with one wide eye, forced into silence under Kenji's outburst. Kenji shook him violently. "I cared about you, you moron! Everyone told me that I should've stayed away from you, that you were nothing but bad news, you were going to screw me over like you damn warlocks always do..."

He trailed off, ducking his head as he choked around a sob. He clutched Terushima's shirt even tighter, taking in a single, shuddering breath before continuing. "I loved you, Yuuji. I loved you more than I could have possibly put into words." He brought his head back up, burning, hot tears streaking down his face. "But why? Why, Yuuji?"

Terushima looked away, his good eye shining with tears of guilt. "I had no choice, Futa." He said shakily. "My coven, they found out about us, sent one of their stupid lackeys after me when I went to that party, and she saw me kissing you on the balcony. Told the coven that I was in cahoots with a human..."

His voice was so weak, so small compared to his usual loud and upbeat tone. He sounded so broken. It yanked and pulled mercilessly at Kenji's heartstrings, but he fought to keep his emotions in check, unwilling to allow himself to get hurt again.

Terushima went on. "I went back to the coven that night, and they told me that I was a traitor, betraying my kind to play whore for a measly little human." He laughed bitterly. "Hypocrites."

He looked up tiredly at Kenji. "They told me that even though I was a traitor and a whore, I was too useful for them to lose, so they couldn't kill me. They... they said were going to kill you. I begged them not to. They wouldn't listen... I didn't have a choice."

Kenji's eyes widened in alarm. "You..."

Terushima nodded sadly, flashing a small smile at him. "I killed myself, right there in front of all of them. I went to Hell. Made sure that my magic made it's way to you so you were protected while I was gone. Fought tooth and nail to get out of that place. I was going to come back to you, even if it took me one thousand years to do it."

Kenji's face crumpled at Terushima's words. "Yuuji..."

Terushima gently cupped Kenji's cheek in one hand. "I love you so much, Kenji. So fucking much. I was so happy when I finally made it out of that place, I was going to see you and your smile again. Your hair. Your body. I was going to see my beloved Kenji again."

Finally, Kenji broke down, wrapping both hands tightly around Terushima's neck, pulling him close. Terushima returned the gesture with just as much vigor, despite the pain flaring across his body.

Kenji pulled back for just a moment, taking in Terushima's bruised and bloody face. His lips hovered hesitantly over Terushima's own.

"Oh, Yuuji..." he breathed, before he moved, firmly pressing his lips against Terushima's own, ignoring the taste of blood and dirt in favor of savoring the feeling of kissing his boyfriend again.

Terushima grinned into the kiss, pulling Kenji closer as he leaned him against the door of the house, not a care in the world besides each other.