i'll love you always - k. kozume

cement

Y/n walked home with a smile glued upon her face. She couldn't stop thinking about Kenma. He was perfect in every way, and he loved her more than anyone had ever loved her.

She walked slowly, not really enthusiastic about going home. She didn't really want to see her mother's deadly eyes or her father's terrifying aura. 

She reached the entrance to her neighborhood and noticed a dark figure leaning against a brick house at the end of the street. A feeling of uncomfort grew inside of her, but she pretended to ignore the figure. 

Taking steps, one after another, she avoided eye contact with the man by the wall. He sent shivers up her spine and his eyes trailed behind her every move.

"Y/n," the man said. She jumped up in fear. Who was he? Where was Kenma when she needed him?

Her automatic reaction was to continue walking and trying to ignore the strange man. He continued calling out her name until he stepped out of the shadow. Y/n's pace quickened, and now the man was simply chasing her down the street.

She turned backward, a clear image of the man's face implanted into her mind.

"K-Kuroo?" she slowed down, millions of thoughts scattered around her brain. 

"Y/n..." he was slightly out of breath, his pace also slowing before coming to a complete stop in front of her. 

"Come with me," he forcefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind himself towards another brick wall. He leaned against the wall, and y/n did the same, a bit of fear flowing through her body.

"Where are you going?" he asked, obviously knowing that she was with Kenma. 

"H-home?" she stuttered. 

"Mhm. You were with Kenma, weren't you?" he let out a little chuckle. Y/n's body started to shake a bit. Why was she so embarrassed about it? He was her boyfriend, after all. She can hang out with her boyfriend, right? 

"Yeah..." she sighed, relaxing her shoulders. Suddenly, Kuroo moved over to her and locked her against the wall. His two arms were only a few inches from her head, his large biceps keeping her from escaping. She started to tense up a bit. Why did he care? Why was he doing this?

"I'm sick of this. He was my best friend, and you stole him. And for what? Are either of you happy?" Kuroo screamed into her ears. Her whole body was shaking as tears started to form in her eyes. 

"He can't protect you. I've been protecting him his whole life. He's just like you, weak. Weak. Weak. Weak!" 

"No!" y/n tried to fight back, but Kuroo's large hands quickly grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the cement bricks. She was weak. And he was strong. There was nothing she could do.

"What is he gonna do about this, huh?" Kuroo started to get angry. It was as if a puff of steam had escaped through his ears. Y/n flinched over and over again as Kuroo screamed. She was shaking uncontrollably, and Kuroo could feel it through her wrists. 

His head leaned forward onto hers. She tried to lean away and avoid his powerful glance, but she didn't have many options. 

His lips suddenly crashed onto hers, his tongue sliding over them forcefully. A tear dripped down her cheek as he continued to push forward onto her. 

Kuroo finally pulled back and released his grip on her wrists. The backs of her arms were covered in scratched from the rough cement. Tears covered her face, and as soon as he let go, she ran as fast as she could, tumbling down the sidewalk. 

She ran faster than ever, not even bothering to stop. Her brain was pacing hundreds of miles an hour, her feet almost catching up. 

By the time she got home, there was no hope for anything. She sat down at her front doorstep and cupped her eyes with her hands. She tried to stop herself from crying, she needed to cover it up. Cover up her emotions, just like she had been forced to do for the past 16 years of her life.