The walls are thin. Too thin. Every scream ricochets like a serve against tile. I press my sister's head to my chest, whispering stupid things like "it's okay" when it never is... The air stinks of booze and something worse-fear. I know the rhythm by now: crash, yell, break, silence... then pain. I count the steps. I always count the steps. If I don't get between them fast enough, she gets the next bruise. And I promised-I promised-she wouldn't get a single scratch under my watch. So I move. Even when I'm shaking. Even when it hurts. Because if I don't... no one else will. A/N: I do not consent to translation. DO NOT Translate or use my story for Youtube. This is a haikyuu fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own haikyuu , rights to the owner.
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