Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Wandering In Endless Night

Alrighty then. Not sure how this came to be. There's several instances of someone slapping someone/someone being slapped, if that makes you uncomfortable, I must ask you find something else to read. But go on and enjoy my nerds.

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Someone slaps his face, hard.

"Get up. You fucking idiot. I said get the fuck up!"

He's slapped again, and he has the unfortunate luck of actually being conscious for this one. Pain jolts through his cheek and eye socket and up into his temple. The already blurry world spins, and his stomach churns viciously.

He can't see properly, his vision a sludge of fuzzy lines and color. He chokes on the panic clawing up his throat.

He doesn't have the time or luxury to think beyond the panic, however, before a hand grabs the back of his shirt and yanks him up off the ground. He gets shoved back into a wall, his head slamming into it so hard it bounces off with a hollow noise, and the world spins once again.

Fingers clamp around his jaw and jerk his face up, and he gasps, his heart hammering against his chest in fear as he flails blindly, trying to figure out what's happening.

"Stop squirming, dumbass!" The voice is so close, labored breath warm against his chin. A hand pushes firmly against his chest, pinning him to the wall easily. "You fucking idiot, it's me! It's Iwaizumi!"

Iwa-chan, he thinks.

"I-Iwaizumi..."

"Yes, you idiot! It's me, Iwaizumi Hajime. Or did your dumb ass drink so much you've forgotten who I am?"

He opens his mouth to answer, but clearly even trying to talk is enough to do his stomach in. He retches violently, barely registering the disgusted curse above him as he's released, and he slumps forward onto his hands and knees.

He throws up, what little he had left in his stomach coming up easily. He stays there on his hands and knees, even when all that's left is spit and yellow white froth. The world twirls and spins around him at such a fast pace it's sickening.

He isn't aware he's falling until it's too late, and his arms give out beneath him, the ground swiftly moving up to slam into his face. Something warm and wet squishes against his cheek.

"Oikawa, for fuck's sake, gross!"

Iwaizumi's hand seizes the back of his shirt again, pulling him up with a disgruntled curse. His vision blacks out for just a moment, his ears ringing so loudly they're impossible to ignore. His heart beats heavily against his ribs. He can't fucking breathe.

"Oikawa, dammit, get a hold of yourself!"

Another slap, just as hard, if not harder, as the previous ones. His head snaps to the side. Pain stabs at the side of his mouth, the metallic coppery taste of blood fresh against his tongue.

"You fucking asshole. Don't make me get Sugawara! Oikawa!"

What's happening, he thinks. What was Iwaizumi doing here? Why was he here? Where was he, he didn't remember ever falling asleep...

"Hey! Oikawa, look at me, you idiot!" Iwaizumi's hand touches his face again, squeezing and pinching one cheek with a vengeance. "You are so fucking disgusting, Jesus. Get up."

Iwaizumi's other hand is on his back, and he shoves him forward, out of the alley, and into the street. He stumbles once and falls to the ground. The fabric of his jeans is worn at the knee, and his bare skin scrapes relentlessly against the unforgiving ground.

"For God's sake. Get up, you goddamned pansy."

The light of the lamppost burns against his eyes as he's forced to his feet again. He blinks rapidly against it, his head swimming with a million different thoughts at once.

"You are an idiot." Iwaizumi growls from behind him. "The stupidest idiot I've ever fucking seen. Fucking hell."

Oikawa blinks again as he continues onward, more crawling than walking at this point.

Iwaizumi shoves at him again. "Come on, get! Sugawara makes me come out here at two in the morning to fetch your stupid ass, he's gonna be the one that has to deal with you. Go faster, we ain't got all fucking night!"

"...I don't want to see Suga."

"The fuck did you just say?"

"I... I don't want to go see Suga... This is all his f-fault..."

"The hell you mean it's his fault, you dumbass? You're saying that shit just to be a brat. Sugawara wants you, so Sugawara is gonna get you. Even if I have to drag your ass back by your goddamned hair."

"Don't make me go back." He says, his words quiet and slurring together as he trudges on, his steps heavy and uneven. "Please, Iwa-chan. I don't want to see Suga. Just leave me here if you want to. But don't make me go to Suga. Please."

Iwaizumi goes silent after that, the only sound between them being the quiet crunching of gravel beneath their feet. He doesn't say anything either for a few moments, trying to make sense of the world around him in his haze.

"...Fine."

He recoils as Iwaizumi's hand smooths over his back, the other gripping his arm firmly but gently. He turns his head to stare down at Iwaizumi. The younger boy's face betrays nothing, his mouth settled into a thin frown, his eyes narrow but void of any discernable emotion.

"Where are we going now?" He murmurs.

Iwaizumi doesn't look at him, even as he finds himself being pulled in by the younger, his fleeting glance morphing into a soft and uncaring stare.

"Somewhere else." Is all he says in response.