Ever since I wrote the first part years ago when I was first getting into fanfic writing, people have been asking for a second part. Part 1 is linked above. Finally emerged from my cave with a premise that I was good with, as this was never intended to be a multi-part series and took me a hot second to come up with an idea for how to continue it. I’ll be tagging all the people who showed interest in the first part. This is not beta read because I hardly have time to write, let alone go back and reread it only to still inevitably miss things. 100% Authentic writing, It is what it is. There will be a smut part posted at a later date, hopefully within the next month if my classes allow it, but I’m still learning how to write smut and am super critical of my work. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
~Bim
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“Everything alright there? Not boring you too much, am I?”
Hizashi leaned back in his chair, head hanging over the back and taking in your current position perched on the couch.
“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about what I should make for dinner tonight. Aizawa has been a bit stressed lately, so I thought we could do something special.”
The lie flowed from your mouth like water, not a single syllable betraying your thoughts. If he even had an inkling of what truly occupied your mind, then he would never smile in the same dazzling way he was now. No, he would more likely lock you in your room, chained to the bed and medicated to the point you would be doing nothing but dreaming.
“Well, we better head out a bit early then to make sure we have time to grab groceries. The stores are closing early today after all.”
He stood, stretching his arms above his head as his joints softly popped, locked after sitting in his chair for so long, before extending an arm for you to take. You did so without hesitation, allowing him to lead you along through the halls of the radio station, ignoring the way the intern's gaze lingered over your form as Hizashi informed him of your early departure.
Outside the station, the air had grown shockingly cold, though it may have been partly due to your clothes. When Hizashi had invited you to join him in going to his radio station that morning, you had jumped at the chance to get out of the house, not even checking the weather forecast before getting dressed. The times they took you out were more frequent than they once were, but still nowhere near what you wanted it to be, and it is especially rare for them to take you out in the middle of the day, their jobs often restricting your time to early mornings and late afternoon dinners.
Hizashi noticed your light shiver, shedding his jacket and tossing it over your shoulders before bringing you in closer under his arm, all the while you tried not to cringe away. He was in a particularly good mood today, and there was no chance you were going to ruin that. Though it may only have to do with the date. Hizashi had been devastated that your last anniversary hadn’t been as he had hoped, and clearly he was hoping for something better this year. Aizawa, in contrast, had only grown more tense as the date approached. Clearly he thought it would be the same as last year. All the more reason to make his favorite dinner.
Hizashi was the perfect gentleman as you shopped, pushing along the cart to grab ingredients, tossing in a few things he knew you enjoyed as well.
“It’s a night of celebration after all.”
Only when he had to pay did he take his hand away from yours to grab his wallet, only to gab it once again as he balanced the majority of the purchased items in his other arm. All that was left was one bag for you to carry at your own insistence, feeling awkward not having anything to hold while he insisted on carrying the rest himself.
The walk home was a short one, you didn’t even need to take a train, and only took around twenty minutes. Once you got to the gate, he quickly typed in the code, making sure his back was blocking your view of the keypad, before ushering you inside to the house beyond. The gate wasn’t the only security measure they had in place, with fifteen foot walls that rose on all sides of the house, akin to those around it. A neighborhood of people who liked their privacy, and who had the money to buy it. The plants that covered the offending barriers did nothing to disguise the cage they truly were, no matter how bright their blossoms bloomed, or how sweet their scent was, constantly attempting to lull your senses into a place of tranquility.
Using his thumbprint to unlock the door, Hizashi let you in first, kicking off his shoes in the entrance as he followed you into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter with a sigh.
“I’m going to go wash up before Sho gets back. You can start washing everything and I’ll unlock the knives when I get out.”
You only nod, trying to distract yourself by putting things away. In return for your lackluster answer, Hizashi places a kiss on your head.
“Don’t worry so much. I’m sure this anniversary will be much better.”
“Yeah. I think you’re right.”
He nods, satisfied with the answer, before rushing upstairs to the master bathroom and leaving you alone with your own thoughts.
Your anniversary. The date you finally 'became a part of the family'. Or, as you referred to it in your own mind, the date of your capture.
The first year of living with them had been nothing short of hell, and this would mark your second year trapped here with them, though not for a lack of trying. Months of fighting back, taking each and every punishment they gave in stride, content with the pain you caused to receive them be it hurtful words or physically lashing out and fighting back. There was always someone there with you, be it either of them, or services that offered to watch the darling of Yanderes to make sure that they didn’t injure themselves when they were gone.
The first time the purge rolled around again, Aizawa had given Hizashi no choice in the matter as he forced a high dosage of sleeping medication, one that he often used himself, down your throat. It had been a useless fight against them, and you had spent the next fourteen hours completely unconscious, with zero chances of escaping during the only time of the year you could. The rest of the time they were more relaxed, not even bothering to lock the windows, and it only took one time for you to try and find out why.
Those first few weeks, you had been allowed your own room. ‘Space to help you adjust’ as Hizashi put it. After that first Purge you spent with them, you knew they would never play fair and give you even a fraction of a chance, and you would have to escape on your own. After fashioning enough of your clothes together into a makeshift rope, you made a break for it out your window, scoffing at the fact that they hadn’t even locked it. After using your clothing rope to get over the walls and ripping a few nails off in the process, which thankfully grew back thanks to your healing though the pain was still there, you ran as far as you could. Months of being locked in the house had taken their toll on your physical health, and while you were in nowhere near the shape you once were, determination and spite kept you going long after your lungs burned and sides ached.
Eventually you stopped at a bus stop, now deep into the countryside and out of the main city. Exhaustion laid heavy on your body, quirk draining your energy as it worked to heal the damage to your body from running it without stopping or mercy. A public water fountain became your new favorite thing, greedily gulping down as much as you could to soothe the burning in your lungs. Healing quirk or not, your body couldn’t create oxygen, and the wear and tear of your body still lingered like a faded memory. So absorbed you were, that you hadn’t even heard the other person coming up behind you
“Excuse me, are you okay?” You jumped, spinning around only to see a young women at the stop. Judging from the bag on her back and the logo on her jacket, she was from the close-by university.
“Ah, yes. Just a bit tired.” You laugh, shrugging your shoulders, nervously picking at your collar. Her gaze followed the action, mumbling to herself before busying herself with her phone.
“I’m sorry, but could you give me a shout when the bus comes? I have to call my mom and the reception right here isn’t very good.”
“Of course.”
She only nods before jogging away, disappearing around the bend in the road and behind the trees. You allow yourself a moment of rest, deciding to get started once again once the girl got on the bus. It was late after all, and surely you could wait to make sure she came back and got on safely. The night was beautiful, especially this high up on the mountain, allowing you to see the stars above, and not from behind a window or within the walls of the yard.
A few minutes later, you saw headlights approaching, and got up to shout. But as they grew closer, you realized that the vehicle wasn’t big enough to be a bus, and when it got within distance lights flicked on and you realized it was a police car. Before you could even run, it had pulled up beside you, an officer stepping out.
“Hello there. Just wondering what you’re doing out here so late at night all alone.”
His tone was soft, as one would speak to a wild animal, and he approached in the same way as well.
“Oh, just waiting for a friend. She just stepped aside to make a call.”
He didn’t stop moving, coming around the side of the car at the same slow pace as before.
“Yes, that's why I’m here.”
Your head tilted, confused. Has something happened to the girl? Did he think you did it? He must have seen your confusion, taking the chance to get even closer, to the point you were becoming uncomfortable.
“We received a call from a concerned young woman saying that there was a lone darling out in the middle of nowhere, looking quite disheveled.”
In that moment, you realized you shouldn’t have stopped moving, shouldn’t have trusted the girl, shouldn’t have allowed this man to get so close. She must have seen your collar earlier, uncovered from your color by your own nervous habits. Before you could run he was already on you, grabbing your arm and pulling out his handcuffs and getting one around your wrist before you were able to fight back. Using your palm, you drove it into his face, hearing and feeling the bones of his nose crunching under the force of the strike. As he cried out in pain, you swept his legs from underneath him, taking off in the other direction.
You had to get away, had to make it into the forest. If you could get away from him then you could-
Your muscles stiffened as electricity raced through your body, seizing all movement with its current as you fell to the ground.
“Come in command. I’m bringing in a priority D case, so prepare a cell accordingly.”
The officer was on top of you, dropping his taser as he finished clamping the cuffs around your other wrist. From his belt he produced further restraints lacing your arms up to the elbows before working on your legs. When all was said and done, you couldn’t even move a finger as he hauled you over his shoulder, carrying you back to his car before locking you in the back. The drive back was filled with you pleading, weeping for him to let you go, but he held strong, face betraying not a single emotion as he ignored you.
Once you got to the police station, you were released from the restraints and put into a room by yourself, different than other cells, not that you made the habit of frequent them often. It was clean and padded, the floor dipping under your weight. You could see the blinking of a camera in the corner of the room, and you could hear the sound of multiple locks after they shut the door behind you. With nothing else to do, you sat on the floor, head resting on your knees, and waited. There was nothing for you but utter defeat, and not even the authorities were going to help you, though that was no surprise. With the laws put in place by the government around the times of the first purge, you were seen as nothing more than their property and, should you be lost or stolen, returned to them as property was. The only time you could rightfully earn your freedom was during the purge itself.
Aizawa and Hizshi picked you up shortly after, and as Hizashi was nearly crying in relief at your return as one would a dog, you knew things were about to get worse for you as Aizawa said nothing. The entire ride back he was silent, as Hizashi scolded you in his own way. The moment you got back in the house, Aizawa grabbed you by the collar, dragging you to their room before throwing you on the bed. For a brief moment, you feared they would force themselves on you, one of the few things they had respected when you drew a hard line, but instead he moved to the closet, digging through his spare hero items. Once he found what he was looking for he headed back, slapping a bracelet around your wrist. It sent a shock through your body, though nowhere near as strong as the one from the officer.
“Quirk canceling cuffs?” Hizashi’s voice held a tone of worry, one that sent your own anxiety on edge. He was the one who was always comforting, trying to make the best of your punishments and minimize what they really were.
“Is this really necessary? I think the lesson has been learned.”
“Clearly, what we’re doing is not working.” Aizawa grunted, chaining your hands to the headboard as he evaded your kicking legs, only grunting when you managed to clip his chin.
“Enough!”
And, with nothing more than a growl, he brought his arm down on your leg, a sick crack sounding through the room as your tibia broke, all the while he used the end board as leverage to do so. It took your brain a moment to process what had just happened, the pain not reaching you for a few dreadful moments.
And then, you started screaming. You were no stranger to pain, having many broken bones and various injuries that you had taken from others onto yourself. You had even had to heal your own leg when it was nearly sliced clean through during one of the purges you were hired to defend someone. But at those times you had your quirk, and it had offered some form of pain relief. Now, you had nothing, and were forced to feel every agonizing moment.
While you struggled to get away, one leg down and unable to use your hands, Aizawa moved to the second as Hizashi was nearly begging him to stop. It fell on def ears as he proceeded to break the other, which only increased the volume of your screams.
“See how much you like running now.” He growled, turning on his heal to head out the door, grabbing Hizashi’s wrist as he passed.
“Hizashi! No, please! Don’t leave me! Please!” You sobbed, begging and letting every ounce of desperation leak into your words. He looked torn, tears brimming in his own eyes as if he were the one who had just had his limbs mangled. Yet even as he pulled against Aizawa, the taller man dragged him out of the room, slamming the door and leaving you alone as you cried in pain, both at the loss of your only protector and at your physical pain. You could only continue to sob as you could hear them arguing outside, Hizashi’s voice shaking the house more than even your own while Aizawa’s remained muffled.
You cried through the night, not stopping until you had no more tears to shed, dry sobs racking your body as you simply stared at the ceiling. You heard nothing more from your two captors until the afternoon, Hizashi pushing the door open with one hand, a tray balanced in his other.
Sitting on the bed next to you, he was quick to whisper apologies as you groaned in pain as he jolted your body. You gazed back at him, hoping that he would take mercy on you as he often had before and take the cuffs off, allowing you to move and heal.
“Please.” Was all you could whisper, voice hoarse and throat raw from screaming and crying for hours.
“I’m sorry, but Sho isn’t budging on this.You’ll have to stay like this for at least a week.” A muffled whimper escaped you, and Hizashi could only place a kiss on your forehead, hand gently wiping away your tears.
“It might be for the best after all. You haven’t been responding very well to anything else. But I promise, I’ll take care of you the entire time.”
True to his word, you didn’t need anything for the week. He took time off of work to be there for you, putting on movies and shows to help distract you from the pain, feeding you when you grew hungry, and carrying you to the bathroom when needed. It was the only time you were able to get up from the bed, chained by the cuffs the rest of the time. Aizawa didn’t come the entire week, and you were glad. More so than usual to have a reprieve from his presence, unable to get the look of absolute anger he had as he broke your legs with ease.
At the end of the week, Hizashi came rushing in with Aizawa, who produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs.
“I’m sorry, but this is the only way I could think to get the message through that thick skull of yours.”
That night, you lay in bed with them, pressed between their bodies eating your favorite takeout and watching your favorite movies as your bones were finally able to heal themselves. Acting as if nothing had happened. And as you lay there you had an epiphany. You would never get anywhere with the way you were acting. You could never fight off two pro heroes that were on high alert. No, you had to wait. Had to lull them into a false sense of security let them feel that you had finally accepted your fate.
Of course the change was instantaneous. That would have been too obvious, especially under their watchful eyes after you had spent the better part of a year fighting them. It was small things. Sitting on the end of the couch instead of the floor, then between them. Asking them about their day. You started making drinks from the fancy coffee machine they had gotten you, a mockery of your former job and life. First your own, then theirs, though for months you had to take a drink of them first to ensure they were not poisoned or laced with anything. Aizawa always found it humorous with the way your nose scrunched every time you drank his triple shot espresso, bitter on your tongue. Shortly after you began cooking. The drawers and cabinets were normally locked to avoid any ‘accidents’, but you were allowed to start cooking with them.
Things began to feel domestic, comfortable in a sense, and you found yourself almost falling into their trap. Almost lulled into believing you could have a happy life like this, if only you would give into them. But the universe decided to remind you of the reality of your situation, not allowing you peace even if it were to be an illusion.
Aizawa couldn’t find his keys one morning, tearing the house apart in his quest to find them. When he had gone through every room and drawer, looked under every cushion and in every book, he turned his sights on you. Of course he blamed you, believing that you had snagged them to run away once again. This time, he remained stone faced as he slapped the quirk canceling cuffs back on before proceeding to break each finger joint by joint, asking where you had hidden the keys before each one. When he ran out and could do no mare, he tossed you in the basement, locking you in the dark and heading to work. He sent Hizashi a text about the situation, letting him know not to let you out, only to receive a very panicked call from the loud blond about how he had accidentally grabbed his keys by mistake that morning, forgetting to send him a text that he had left them in the classroom for him to grab once he got there.
He came back immediately, acting like a dog with his tail between his legs as he took the cuffs off, cradling you in his arms as he apologized, promising it would never happen again. Of course Hizashi gave him an earful when he got home, banishing him to the couch for a week and refusing to acknowledge him. It only acted more in your favor when you were quick to forgive him.
“My track record hasn’t been the best.” You fake shyness, head bowed as you fiddled with your sleeve. “You only want me to stay safe, after all.”
It was that moment that made you fully trustable in their eyes. After all, to forgive him so easily after that? You must be coming around to them! Yet all it truly did was remind you of your position, beneath them, nothing more than a possession both in their eyes and the government.
And now here you are, nearly a year later. Playing the perfect content darling, washing vegetables to make Aizawa’s favorite fall soup and waiting for Hizashi to get out of the shower so he could chop them. In the meantime, you set the pot on to boil, adding seasonings to the stock as it warms. Just as you were finishing up, the front door opened, Aizawa coming around the corner just a few moments later.
“Smells good.” He walked over, peering over your shoulder.
“Good. ‘Zashi and I thought we’d make your favorite since you’ve been so stressed lately.”
He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. A shudder runs up your spine, though you play it off with ease. You can smell the cheap breakroom coffee and the slight smell of smoke on him. It must have been a training day for his class. It seemed they were always blowing something up or setting it on fire. On those days, he was always more tired than usual, and the darker than normal bags under his eyes told the truth of his long day.
“Temperature must have dropped. Your skin is so cold. Why don’t you throw on something warmer and relax in bed. We’ll bring you dinner when it's ready.”
Aizawa doesn’t say anything, and for a moment you fear he will insist on staying like this, your skin crawling with each moment he’s touching you. But finally he relents, letting go and placing a kiss on your cheek before heading back down the hall. You could hear his footsteps above as he changed, then silenced as he got into bed. The solitude you were given didn’t last long, as Hizashi soon returned.
“Aizawa’s home. He seemed a bit tired, so I sent him to take a nap.” You turn around, smiling as you grab a few bowls from the cupboard. “I figured we could have dinner in bed tonight.”
“Sounds perfect. I knew he’d been overworking himself lately.” Producing the keys from his pocket, he unlocks the drawer and grabs two knives, handing one to you as he grabs the cutting boards. It was only recently they had let you start holding knives, all previous dinners they would have to cut your food for you. But after no sign of you trying to hide them or get into the drawers you knew they were kept in, they let you start using them in cooking, though you didn’t have free access to them. It didn’t matter. If you were going to try and escape, you wouldn’t try it by fighting them head on.
You continue cooking together, talking about nothing and singing along to Hizashi’s playlist. As much as you disliked the man, his taste in music was immaculate.
Forty minutes later, dinner was done, served in bowls that Hizashi carried upstairs to the bedroom. You still had your own room, located right across the hall, though many afternoons were spent with them in their own, reading or playing board games to unwind when Aizawa wasn’t working at night.
Opening the door, you saw the lump of blankets that was your second captor. He slept peacefully, and if it were any other situation, you might have felt guilty about the groan he gave as you switched the bedside lamp on. He pulled the blankets higher up, shielding himself from the light.
“C’mon. You have to eat. It will make you feel better.”
Pulling him up by the shoulders, you placed a few more pillows behind him to keep him sitting up. Once you were sure he wouldn’t fall over, you climbed over his legs, settling yourself against the headboard between them as Hizashi passed you a bowl before settling in himself. Aizawa’s was placed on the bedside, ready for him when he was awake enough.
While he slowly woke up, Hizashi and you talked about the day, discussing all the calls you had gotten during the day between songs from listeners. Some more relaxed than others.
“You should have heard this guy. Completely terrified that this girl at his university that stalks him would come after him tonight. Didn’t even get a letter, but he was still convinced.” Hizashi sighed. “Some people these days.”
You see the opening, carefully choosing your words.
“Well, it sounded like she really loves him. Maybe he would be happy with her?”
Both men turn your way, eyes burning into you and making you shrink. Maybe it hadn’t been believable enough? Did something in your tone sound too sarcastic?
“Well, I was just, uh-”
“I think you’re right.” Aizawa interrupts, placing his hand on yours. “She really does love him.”
“Speaking of,” you cough, plying shy as you look down at your lap. “Another call came in today. Somebody talking about how their neighbor was planning on taking the chance to just break into people’s houses tonight in all the chaos. I know we live in a safe neighborhood, but do you think I could stay with you guys tonight? I know I haven’t spent the night in here before with you guys, and it might be a bit sudden or you don’t have enough room, but I wasn’t just wondering. I could even sleep on the floor. I would just feel a bit more safe with you guys.”
It had been something you had been building to the entire time. Despite your change in attitude over the past year, they might still have decided it would be safer to keep you in the basement again, just in case. But staying with them where they could keep an eye on you? It would be easier to escape, and you had just the plan.
“Of course!” Hizashi pulled you into his arms, caging you in a vice-like hug. “We’ll keep you safe from all those crazy people.”
“I know you will.” The words tasted bitter, and you wanted to scream that they were the crazy ones, yet you held your tongue and instead smiled.
You spent the next few hours relaxing, watching movies and listening to Aizawa complain about his latest group of students. At nine p.m, the sirens went off, and the public broadcast interrupted your movie. Their piercing tone an omen for all those unfortunate enough to have received their letters, calling the monsters out to hunt.
“That thing always gives me a headache.” Aizawa sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“You might be dehydrated. Let me grab you something to drink.” You jump up from the bed, grabbing the dishes from the table as you do so.
“I’ll put these in the dishwasher while I’m down there.”
“Hurry back!” Hizashi yells after you.
Once down in the kitchen, you quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher before grabbing three different cups. Filling one with water, you quickly began setting up the coffee machine, making a caramel hot chocolate and poured it into Hizashi’s favorite mug in a time that would have impressed your old manager at the cafe. From the cabinet, you grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring a generous amount into the delicate glass. The dark red liquid smelled bitter to your own nose, though the one time Aizawa had allowed you to try it, the sweetness had nearly made you gag, much to his amusement.
All that was left was the finishing touch.
Standing in front of the stove, you carefully twisted the endcap of the towel bar until it came off. It had been something you had discovered a few months ago after Aizawa had accidentally knocked it off one morning, so tired that he had slipped on the tiled floors, only barely managing to catch himself on the bar but knocking the end cap off in the process. He had simply put it back on with a few curses, and clearly hadn’t thought anything more of it. But for you, it was an opportunity.
Since then, you had feigned trouble sleeping about every other week. They had sleeping pills from when they had first brought you here, finding it easier to keep you subdued the first few weeks when you got too wild, and had also been the same ones used to keep you knocked out during the purge the first year. All you had to do was ask for a few to help you sleep, hide them under your tongue, and collect them. And until then, there had never been a hiding spot you felt confident enough in. Now you had a small pile hidden in the bar, looking to be around six when you had them all in hand.
Crushing it with another glass on the counter until it was fine enough to dissolve without issue, you swept the chalky powder into your hand. Doing your best, you divided the liquid evenly between their two drinks the best you could, stirring until you were certain they were fully dissolved.
When you arrived back at the room, all three drinks balanced in your sweaty hands, Aizawa jumped up right away to take a few from you.
“I know you said water, but I think you deserve a glass of wine tonight after dealing with those kids.” Letting out a small laugh, you hand him the glass which he graciously accepts. Hizashi is already eyeing the other mug in hand.
“And of course this is for you. Made it warm instead of iced since it's already so cold out.”
“You are the best.” He grabbed the mug, taking a large swig immediately.
“What about you?” Aizaw questioned as he led you back to the bed, sitting down behind you and pulling you back into his chest.
“I only have so many hands.” You laugh. “Besides, I know I have you guys but I’m too nervous to drink anything that might upset my stomach. I’ll just steal some of your water.” As to show him, you grab the unaffected glass, taking a small sip before setting it back on the bedside.
“You know,’’ Aizawa’s voice is low, taking on a more gravelly tone. “If you’re that nervous, I have something in mind that can help distract you.”
He sets his glass down, hands slowly traveling further down until he reaches the hem of your shirt. Long fingers move carefully, shifting themselves underneath the fabric as he draws patterns on your skin, drawing goosebumps to the surface. Hizashi moves as well, settling himself above you both and straddling both your and Aizawa’s legs, resting above your thighs. He leans forward, placing a kiss on Aizawa’s lips before moving down to your own. His kisses are deep and hungry, a stark contrast to his normal erratic and sloppy pecks. Azawa continues his own actions, one hand coming up to run through Hizashi’s hair.
Your panic was instant, trying to think of a way to get out of this. Of course the first year you had been too combative for them to even try anything. When your tune had begun to change, of course they felt more emboldened, but you were able to play the shy card, always saying it didn’t feel like the right time, especially as you had never been intimate with any of your previous relationships. The two delusional men were disgruntled but seemed to accept the answer, though they didn’t stop them from getting hot and heavy as often as they could. It was especially surprising given both their pushy natures, but after hearing them talk one night about how taking it slow would only make them look more generous in your eyes, it made sense. Everything with these two was one big game of chess.
Hizashi was clingy, but Aizawa was particularly bad, always leaving dark hickeys along your skin. He hadn’t been lying in the alley the night they took you, he was definitely a biter, and that continued to now as his lips slowly made their way down your neck.
A particularly hard nip had you jumping, nearly bashing your head into Hizashi, who simply pulled away with a smirk.
“You look real good like this, you know?” His cheeks were flushed red, chest already heaving with excitement. Green eyes seemed to glow despite his heavy lidded gaze.
You tried to speak, but with the way Aizawa was treating your skin, hand still working its way lower and was now below your pats, gripping your thigh like a lifeline, it was hard to think clearly enough to get a word out. It was all you could do to reach a hand up, grabbing Aizawa by the base of his hair and pulling him back, also drawing a moan from him that drew heat to your cheeks.
“L-let’s just slow down here. Wouldn’t want you guys getting tired out and falling asleep too soon.”
“C’mon.” Aizawa nudged his face back next to yours. “You think we don’t have the endurance? I’m a bit ashamed you think so little of us.”
His last words ended in a yawn that he tried to stifle with little success.
“See? You’re already tired. Don’t you want to be awake enough to enjoy our first time together? How about we all stay awake tonight, then we can sleep the day away tomorrow, and pick back up tomorrow night, fully rested.”
You begged, praying to whatever higher power that they would be convinced by your words, and for a few terrifying moments he mulled it over, dark eyes staring back into yours with such an intensity you were sure he was looking into your soul.
“Fine.” He finally relented, using one arm to pull both you and Hizashi to the side. The blond was now snuggled firmly into his side, one arm tossed around his shoulder and fingers lightly skimming across his back. You were laying on top of both of them, back against Aizawa’s chest and legs tossed over Hizashi’s while his head rested in your lap. It was just short of a tangle of limbs to say the least, but if that’s what it took to keep them happy then so be it. All you had to do was wait for the meds to take effect. Hizashi was the first to start snoring, having quickly drained his mug, but that was to be expected. He was always the type to chug his drinks. Aizawa took a bit more time, sipping on his wine over the course of an hour. Occasionally he would offer you a few sips of water and even his wine, though you were able to remind him of your thoughts on it last time.
“Don’t worry,” he yawned, content as he watched you braid Hizashi’s hair out of anxiety. “We’ll take you wine tasting this summer. Find out what you like.”
His words slowly began to slur, and you only hummed in acknowledgement putting all your focus on the TV. The rise and fall of his chest even out, breaths drawing longer and more even though you dared not move yet, waiting another fifteen minutes to make sure he was really asleep. Slowly, you began moving, using your arms to take your weight from them slowly before shifting off the bed all the while doing your best to keep from displacing them on the bed.
Once off, you tiptoed to the door, mumbling about going to the bathroom. You didn’t even spare a glance back into the room before shutting the door, cringing at the soft click. Despite knowing the meds would keep them out for a few good hours, having experienced the effects first hand and that was only with one while you gave them three, you were still wary that they would somehow be immune to it or it would wear off sooner on them.
Hopping over to your own room, you quickly tossed a number of items into the only book bag you had, one you normally used when you were spending nights at the studio with Hizashi while Aizawa was away. You already had the list in mind, enough to cover a number of scenarios but still being light enough to maneuver. You wouldn’t be the only one out there after all, but you would essentially be starting over. There was no way you could stay in the country, though you knew of a few people who could get you out without leaving a trace. The unfortunate truth for those who were able to escape their captors, who would never stop looking for them. And if they found them? Well, it never turned out good.
Sneaking back out, you carefully shut the door, only to jump as a hand fell on your shoulder. Spinning around, your body moved quicker than expected, latent reflexes kicking back in with the adrenaline coursing through your body.
Hiashi’s nose cracked as your fist blossomed in pain, watching as his head snapped back, followed by the rest of his body.
Shit. He wasn’t supposed to be up yet. Maybe it was all the sugar and his own natural energy still fighting the meds? Or maybe they had expired over the months you were collecting them? Regardless, you needed to move and fast. Feeling just the least bit guilty, you tossed a blanket over him, putting a pillow under his head to lessen the impending headache he would have. As a small act of mercy, you half healed his nose, though there would still be pain you didn’t want to go through the night already hurting.
Using the curtain rod from the living room, you managed to pry open the sliding door that led into the backyard. It was the least heavily locked door, the gears that kept it closed having weakened due to the nature of how the door moved. They had been meaning to replace it for a few weeks, but you assumed your demure temperament had put it lower on their priority list.
You kept the pole, tucking it between the straps of your bag as you climbed the wall, the growing plants making it easier. Once on top, you could see the entire neighborhood, bathed in the light of the full moon above. Despite the peaceful scene, you could already hear the screams from victims and laughs of their pursuers.
Moving along the walls, you headed South. There were a few shelters for darlings to hide in, those who couldn't afford to hire a private protector, or had lower grade pursuers but still felt better around others and in a more secretive location. You never trusted the places more than you did yourself, but you were starting from square one at this point. Out of shape and lacking your normal arsenal. In all your time of working to help others, you had learned about a number of these locations, though they tended to move about if they were discovered. All you could do was hope that they were still where you remembered them. Of course you wouldn’t head to the closest one, just in case the two men knew about the shelters through their hero work somehow.
The neighborhood actually spanned further South than you expected, allowing you to travel in peace for a while until you reached the edge. Scaling back down and into the alley, you quickly made your way through the streets, careful to keep out of sight and ducking for cover the moment you heard anyone approaching. It crossed your mind to travel along the roofs, but that was a dangerous gamble. It was quicker, but would leave you more exposed, and it was harder to throw people off your trail once spotted. Sticking to the shadows would be your best bet.
You had traveled around three miles at this point, already tired from the quick pace you set yourself on. But getting the most distance you could from them was important, just in case the medication wore off sooner than expected. Then at least you would have a head start. Plus, your evacuation contact was already in this direction, and the further you traveled now the less time you would have to in the following days. For all you knew, Aizawa and Hizashi could trump up some false charges and get you a long enough sentence to last until the next purge, when they could get their hands on you again.
As you duck behind yet another car, you hear a number of feet running by, though their pattern indicates panic and confusion.
“Come on! We can’t slow down now! They might catch up!” Their voice is filled with fear, wispy and out of breath.
“I…I can’t run anymore! My legs feel numb!” The second voice is lighter, a pitch higher, and you nearly cringe. They were so loud, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when you heard the sound of clothing swishing, followed by two thumps.
Peering under the car, you could see four sets of feet. Two closer together just on the other side, while the ones from before were a few yards from the bumper at the back of the car.
“Poor little mice. Running yourself ragged-” “-and all for nothing.”
The two voices wind with each other, deeper at the start and finishing higher, while the other did the opposite..
“Please, just leave us alone!” The high tone begs. The voice simply tsk in union.
“No can do. We get what we want-” “-and we want you.”
Peaking above the door, you manage to get a glimpse of who you assume are the yandere chasing these two. Siblings, if not twins, by the looks of it. They’re mirrors of one another, same faces, markings shadowing their eyes like raccoons and small horns protruding from their hairline and curving back gracefully. Powerful looking tails flick behind them, scaly and impatient. It looked as if the printer had messed up on them though, one devoid of all color apart from the black markings they held, while their counterpart was nearly pitch black apart from the white spots that shone from their skin like stars.
Steeling yourself, you took quick note of their heights and lack of weapons. Clearly they weren’t expecting a fight from the other two.
‘Alright. 1…2…3!’
Using the pole as a vault, you threw yourself over the hood of the car feet first. The pale twin didn’t have a chance to even react, your full weight driven behind your kick as you hit him square on the side of the head, instantly knocking him out.
“What the fuck?” His brother was quicker, evading the sweep of your pole as he stumbled back. His own tail quickly struck, sweeping your legs the moment they touched the ground. Rolling with the momentum, you stumbled back, barely managing to get your senses in time to block a punch from him. The force made you tremble, pain exploding across your forearms. Refusing to back down, you forced your weight forward, catching by surprise and around the waist. Quickly maneuvering yourself around him as he crashed, you got on his back and locked your legs around his waist to prevent any easy hits to your torso.
Grabbing him by the horns, you slammed his face into the pavement, satisfied when you heard a crack and repeating the action. Before you could manage a third strike, his tale wrapped around your neck, tightening like a vice before you could get a hand under it. In retaliation, you locked your own arms around his neck on a choke hold, ignoring the way his claws dug into your arms in an attempt to get them off.
It became a battle of who could hold their breath longer, each of your grips becoming weaker as black spots began dancing in your vision. But your actions earlier had done enough to give you an edge, finally winning out as his tail went limp, body falling forward and taking you with it as you gasped for breath.
It took longer to recover than you would like to admit, out of practice and shape, but still proud of how you held out. Once you were sure you weren’t going to pass out, you stod seeing the two from earlier still there.
It was a boy and a girl. The girl stood further away, her eyes wide as she clutched at her shoulder where you could already see a deep gash bleeding enough to soak her entire side. The defiance in her eyes was missing from her counterpart, who looked like he was favoring one leg over the other, clothes significantly more torn and showing off the gray skin underneath. His skin looked textured, and you would assume it held a certain level of durability judging from the lack of scratches he had.
When you got up to your feet to move, they took a step back, making you scoff.
“Really? Not even a thank you? You know, people are normally contacting me in advance for my services on purge night and you two got it for free.”
“Really? Then where’s your charge? Or did you lose them?” The girl shot back.
Touche.
“Felt like doing a bit of charity work this year.” You grunted, feeling your shoulder pop back into place. It was best not to let them know you were running for now. Knowledge was power after all, and if they were caught they might give up your location. They didn’t seem the type to do well under pressure.
“C’mere.” You motion to the girl, who didn’t move and instead continued to glare.
“I can heal you. If you want to get through the night, it’s best to have your body in the best shape it can be, though I don’t think those two will be getting up for a while.” You glance back at the two unconscious bodies.
“Which one is more dangerous?”
“They’re both assholes in my opinion.” She snorted, making you smile.
“I take it you’ve had a run-in with them before?” Without giving them a chance to answer, you grabbed the boy's hand, quickly transferring what you now realized was a severely sprained ankle to yourself. Once you let go, he put it down on the ground, giving it a few experimental stomps as you moved to give it to the closest psycho, adding a few of the small scraps you had earned in the scuffle from the pavement as well. Fair was fair.
“We’re coworkers.” The girl finally came forward, extending her hand out, watching in fascination as the cut faded from her arm and appeared on your own. “Those two would come into the restaurant twice a week. Ghost there is obsessed with Haraki there, and his brooding twin there had his eyes set on me apparently. Apparently we denied one too many double dates.”
Whistling, you moved to the other twin who was shrill leaned against the wall of the alley, quickly putting the injury on them.
“Service workers have to be careful. At my job, I always tried to be pretty cold towards others so they wouldn’t get any ideas.”
“Please,” She scoffed. “, I spilt burning hot tea on him after he slapped Haraki’s ass.Never even smiled at either of them. I was about as unfriendly as it could get.”
“Should get hazard pay.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Well,” you sighed, getting up and wiping the dust from your pants. “It would probably be a good idea for you two to split up. Looks like these two like to work in a pair, and as safe as you might feel with each other, divide and conquer is a better strategy. There’s a shelter about half a mile back from where you came. I’m headed to the one further South, and I can take your friend with me. You seem like you have a bit of a better head on your shoulders.”
“Shelter.” She questioned, head tilting.
“Yeah. They take in darlings to help keep them safe. Hard to know about them unless you know someone. I normally recommend them to the clients I can’t take on. You can find it at the bak of the old Shori convenience store. Just knock six times.”
Nodding, she headed back to her friend, pulling him in for a quick hug.
“I’ll see you for closing next Monday, right?”
“Of course. We can hand in our resignations at the same time.”
They both laughed, making your heart twinge as you remembered the times you would joke around with your coworkers when you were in a good mood, complaining about crazy customers or recent drama. For the past two years, Hizashi and Aizawa had been your only social outlets as they isolated you from others. Sure they took you out sometimes, but they never allowed you to talk to anyone else. Not even servers. They would order for you. Even the interns and workers at Hizashi’s radio station knew better than to speak to you after the first one was fired, his name blacklisted from the music industry to the point he had to move out of the country.
The two broke apart, and you began your journey once again. Haraki, despite his durable appearance, seemed to have nerves of jello. He jumped at every sound, constantly tripping over his own feet and causing a ruckus. It was a miracle he hadn’t drawn anyone to their location. But despite his lack of skill and stealth, you couldn’t help but feel for him. He clearly wasn’t the type that would even chance putting himself in a dangerous situation, and it’s not like he asked for any of this to happen to him. Nobody did. He was just one of the unlucky ones.
“Everything is going to be alright.” You try to comfort him, pulling him in for a side hug, relishing in the physical touch of someone other than your captors. His body trembles against yours, and you realize the temperature has continued to drop through the night to the point you can see your breath.
Taking your jacket off, you wrap it around his shoulders despite his protest.
“I’m assuming from your uniform your boss didn’t let you lose early enough.”
“Yeah. I tried to call out but he said he would fire me, and if he does that I won’t have enough for rent. They already cut off the heating, and I wanted to have enough saved for the winter. He lives above the shop, so I guess his grasp of getting home safe is a bit skewed.”
His words make your blood boil. Of course it was no secret that there were companies that offered employees extra wages for working late on purge night, but most had accepted that it was better to let employees go early so they could get back safe.
“Well, the shelter should be warm enough.”
At least that’s what you hoped, spotting your destination as you rounded the corner. Not all were as nice as others. You had purposely chosen a less common area to make it a bit more difficult to find.
The reverberation of the metal sounded like thunder as you knocked, setting your nerves on edge as anyone who was within a few dozen yards surely would have heard. You waited, so long it crossed your mind that the shelter here might have been abandoned and you had been dragging this poor man all over the city for no reason. But just as you were about to turn about and deliver the news, a small slat in the door opened. Bright yellow eyes stared out, ringed with orange and hypnotizing.
“Go away.” They hissed. “We have nothing for you here.”
“We’re being hunted, and request shelter.” You gave her your names, allowing her to look you up in their system. All darlings are recorded in public records available to specific government agencies. It was required for you to be registered before the purge in order to have the chance of being properly claimed, and that it would be recognized by the government. If not, then you would be considered kidnapped. After the night, anyone who was caught was registered under their captors and kept in the data banks until they died, escaped in following years, or were released. Though that last one was uncommon, sometimes yandere grew bored and moved onto another darling, or someone new caught their eye, but more often they were…disposed of.
The peephole slams shut, and a few moments later you hear the sound of multiple locks clicking before the door finally swings open.
“Get in quick.” The lady speaks, moving so you can hustle into the hall beyond, Haraki right on your heels. It’s very different from the dilapidated appearance outside, a number of lights giving way down the long hall where just beyond you can see it opens up to a larger room. Just beyond the door you see a number of screens, all linked to cameras outside that leave no blind spots along the perimeter and roof.
“This way.” The gatekeeper pushes past, leading you further into the building. “It’s not much but we have some blankets in the main room, and a few things for you to snack on. You can join the others in the main room. We like to keep you all together as it's easier to keep you all safe.”
“Thank you.” She only huffs, but you feel better than if she were overly friendly. While the provisions were government funded, all the workers were volunteers who gained nothing from putting themselves between Yandere and their targets. It was a strict vetting process that required yearly checkups and willful submission to having your mind read. Many went into the role optimistic about being heroes of some sort, only to have their hopes crushed as they realized what it actually was.
A fight for freedom.
Leading you to the main room, you can see a group of six others already gathered around in a circle, a portable heater in the center as they pass around a bag of chips.
“Got more friends for y’all. Make yourselves comfortable. We still have six hours until the time is up.”
With that she turns back around, heading back to the door to keep a lookout if you had to guess. She never gives you a name and you don’t expect one. Knowledge is power, and if any Yandere were to find out about what she does they might decide to remove her from the volunteer pool.
“Hey there! We weren’t expecting anyone else tonight.” A boy with shocking blue hair that stands on end as if he were struck by lightning stands, gesturing to the open space next to him. Turning around, he grabs a few blankets from the shelf along the wall.
“It’s a bit colder than we anticipated, so why don’t you take one of these.” His eyes flick down to your hands, and you realize you're still holding your improvised curtain rod weapon.Now in better light, you can see a small splatter of blood at the end and realize you must have hit the twins from earlier harder than you realized.
“Of course.” You set the bar down, along with your bag, and you see him visibly ease. Grabbing the blanket, you fold it a few times before setting it on the ground to keep the cold tile from your skin. You had no intention of warming up, the cold helping to keep you more alert. Haraki sits next to you, as the rest of the group stares silently.
“You can call me Aoi. We were just about to go around and talk about how we got here, see if we can offer any advice on how to keep safer next year or how to get the Yanderes disinterested.”
You want to scoff. They were telling monster stories to make themselves feel better? They didn’t have anything else to talk about?
It seemed the man was able to read your mind, simply smiling as he gestured for you to sit.
“Sometimes it makes us feel less alone to talk about our issues. And ignoring it won’t make it go away. Here, I’ll go first.”
And so he does, telling you all about how he had experienced two Yandere when he was younger, and it was what prompted him to get into psychology and figure out why there were people like this and what they could do to prevent the creation of more, and if there was anything they could do therapeutically to help them. And like that they go around the group, telling stories of how they met their Yandere, and others who didn’t even know who they were. There was one girl who had been refusing advances from her employer’s son for months, and a guy who had a neighbor that was obsessed with him. One simply had a stalker who would watch her, never doing anything, but she could always feel him in the back of her mind. Haraki told the same story he had earlier about his obsessive patron, to which many sympathized. Upon realizing it was your own turn, you grew nervous. All of the others were new, this being their first year taking part aside from Aoi, and none had direct experience with fighting off or being held captive. What would they think of your situation? Would they feel more unsafe, knowing that your own would be looking twice as hard for you, unable to let go of their possession?
“It’s not my first time going through this. I was always careful at my job, making sure I was never too friendly with anyone, but I let myself get sloppy. Thought that just because this guy was married that I would be fine. Turns out I wasn’t.”
“Why are you here though? It seems like you could take care of yourself?” One of the others nods to your pole, the blood now dried to a dark red. Before you could answer, Haraki does it for you.
“That’s nothing! You should have seen them earlier! Jumped out of nowhere and took out two people to save me and my friend like it was nothing! Wish I knew a few of the moves they pulled for when my patrons get too rowdy.” He laughs, along with the rest of the group.
You cheeks heat at his words, catching the eye of Aoi once again.
“It seems you have more to your story than you're letting on. Clearly you’re quite skilled, so why risk yourself coming here?” His gaze pierces your soul, mind feeling fuzzy from what you assume is his quirk. Must be some sort of lie detector. Probably does him well in his field and volunteer work. There’s no use in lying to him, and it might just cause him to kick you out if he thinks you’re hiding something, as so you don’t, spilling the truth and letting yourself talk without restraint. It’s as if all the stress and emotional baggage from the past two years comes pouring out at one. You detail everything from how you met Hizashi and Aizawa and your first time running from them during the purge, to how they kept you locked up and captive, and finally how you managed to escape.
When you finish, nobody says a thing, either shocked by your words or just not knowing how to respond.
“You must be quite strong. Surviving both of them at once. You must be scared of what will happen if they find you. I know Aizawa can be quite vengeful when he’s crossed.”
Her words startle you. Not that they’re untrue but….
“How did you know his name? I never told you their names.’’
All heads turn back her way, a sense of tension filling the air. She simply shrugs, the nonchalant action not quite reaching her face, which only stares blankly back.
“I’ve seen you walking around in the food district with them. We must live in the same district. I thought you looked familiar when you came in.”
You look to your unofficial group leader to get his take on her words, trying to see if he thought she was telling the truth. But when he gives no reaction, you assume she must be right, or at least she thinks she is.
“What a small world it is.” He says, learning back and resting his arms behind him.
The conversation moves on, led by Aoi, as you all talk about your tips for keeping safe, many interested in your own tactics for future years and taking note of the security systems you recommend. Many are also impressed by your quirk, asking questions and joking about. It helps you forget about the girl's words from earlier, but the sense of unease never leaves you as every time you look back she is watching, green eyes peeking from under bubblegum pink hair.
“Is there a bathroom around here?” You finally ask. Aoi had passed out some water bottles earlier, and you had all but chugged yours and half of Haraki’s, thirsty from all the running and fighting you had been doing all night.
“Yeah, just down the hall there to the right.”
You get up, groaning as your joints groan in protest, dissatisfied with sitting on the hard ground, your blanket doing little to add any comfort.
“I’ll come with you!” Haraki jumps up, right on your heels.
The hall is less lit than the others, depending on the light from the main room’s lanterns to offer even a shred of vision. True to his word, there was a bathroom located on the right. To the left was another door, leading to who knows where. The voices of the others are little more than mumbles, blocked by a few shelves holding old printing supplies, likely from when this place had been an office before falling into ruin.
“I’ll be quick.” You promise, leaving Haraki outside. Shutting the door behind you, your hands fumble for a switch in the dark and praying it doesn’t touch a spider in the process. Finally finding it, you flick the switch, allowing a single bulb to flicker on. The space is little more than a closet, able to touch out a hand on each wall when standing in the middle. It’s like a prison cell, completely tiled and windowless, but gives you the privacy you crave. For the past two years, there was never a moment you were alone, with one of your captors or a babysitter, and now with the others. It was all too much. You just wanted room to breathe, even if it was tinged with mold and mildew.
In and out. Deep breaths. All you had was a few more hours and then you would be free to live your life, never again having to ask permission to go outside or have a chaperone to pick up dinner from a place down the block. Granted, you would miss the coffee machine, but you could get your own eventually. Not as nice of a model, but that was a small tradeoff.
A knock sounded from the door, and you drew yourself up, assuming Haraki had grown tired of waiting. You had no idea exactly how long you were in there, taking peace in the silence. Splashing some water on your face to give yourself a bit of a wakeup, you open the door.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to take so long. Just wanted some time to think. I mean it’s just-”
A hand clamps over your mouth, spun around and restrained. You try to fight, to scream and get the attention of the others, but you can’t get out of their grasp. They were like a steel vice, keeping you pinned and silent. Your elbows dug back into their ribcage, throwing your feet up to get them off balance, yet they remained steady as they continued to cut off your oxygen.
As your eyes frantically looked for anything that could help, you saw Haraki’s body laying limp a few feet away. He wasn’t moving, but there wasn’t any blood, and you prayed he was simply knocked out. But that left the question of who was going around taking people out. Had someone broken in while you were away and dispatched the others? Did one of the Yandere find you and break in?
A flash of color caught your eye in the dark, your brain barely having time to process the vibrant pink color before you felt a sharp pain in your neck, your body recognizing the sting of a needle only too late as whatever it was entered your system. The effect was almost immediate, limbs becoming more sluggish and heavy until you could no longer move, body becoming limp in your captor's hold. It took everything in you to simply keep your eyes open.
Once you were no longer fighting, they bent over and picked you up, being thrown over their shoulder as they moved further into the hall. Without even setting you down, they moved aside a stack of crates to reveal a door. They remain silent, even as they smack your head on the way through, leaving you with an even worse headache than before.
The door led out to an alleyway, and getting a glimpse as it closed, you could see it blended seamlessly in with the brick wall from the outside. An emergency exit, of course, and the camera above it is covered in a pink substance, blocking its view of the alley and your captor carrying you away.
They don’t travel long, only a few short blocks, before they head down yet another alley, taking the fire escape stairs up. They don’t seem the least bit tired, not even short of breath, and all you can do is listen to their heavy footsteps as they continue to climb. Once on top, you're lifted up and dropped onto the ground, groaning as your face hits the scratchy covering. A foot catches your shoulder, rolling you over so that you’re on your side.
At this point, whatever they used must be wearing off, the time shortened due to your quirk quickly working it out of your system, and you begin sluggishly yelling at you captor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Are you even a darling? You were inside the safehouse, and you can’t get in there without being one?” She doesn’t respond, eyes wide and blank as she looks beyond you towards the roofline, her indifference only making your temper rise. “Is somebody threatening you? Why would you do this if you know what it’s like to be hunted down like an animal? Of all the spineless, cowardly things you can-”
“Will you just shut up? They aren’t going to respond.” Your eyes quickly dart towards the new voice, heart seizing as you see the waving pattern of an all too familiar scarf.
Your mind instantly jumped to Aizawa. He somehow woke up and hunted you down. He would take you back to Hizashi and they would never let you leave the basement again. They would break even more bones this time, and maybe he would never let them heal. You would be eternally reliant on them.
But as your eyes followed the flowing fabric to its owner, you realized they were too small to be Aizawa, lacking his lanky figure and dark hair, instead replaced by a shorter stature topped with a wild mane of lavender. The eyes were the only thing similar, though not in color, but underneath their lavender gaze he had the same dark bags, eyes holding the same tired contempt for the world.
‘It’s just a kid.’ You realize, He doesn’t look that old, just about done with high school or college age, if you had to guess.
“You can go now. Head to the next area. They won't let you back in to the other place.” At his words, the pink haired girl leaves, going the way she came. While her footsteps fade, his grow louder, shuffling along the rooftop unhurriedly as he approaches.
“You know, you’re a lot different than I expected. Never seen you up close, but have plenty of pictures.”
Internally, you curse your luck. Another one of these sick fucks had set their sights on you, probebly from one of the times you had gone out with Aizawa and Hizashi. You really couldn’t catch a break.
He rolls you onto your back with a kick of his shoes, kneeling down to take a better look at you.
“I don’t know what they see in you, but I do know that you make them happy, and I’m inclined to keep it that way.”
Reaching down, he tries to pull you up from the ground, undoubtedly to take you to yet another location. But as his hand touches your shoulder, you summon every ounce of strength you have, pushing your quirk to push the rest of whatever you had been injected with out of your system. Quick as a flash, you grab his hand and use his weight as momentum, flipping him over you and using that to get yourself to your feet. Planting your legs, you toss him in the opposite direction, right over the side of the building, unconcerned if he can stop his meeting with the ground or not. You were tired of people acting like they could control you, and anyone who tried could take it up with your fist.
Turning on heel, you make a run for the adjacent building. It’s close enough that you can bridge the gap between the buildings, and it has a rooftop door that will let you into the main building. Once in there, it would be easy to lose any attackers.
Hide. Just until sunrise. Just three more hours and you would have your freedom.
But just as your foot leaves to jump, you’re violently jerked back by the same limb and leaving the wind knocked out of you. You look back to see the same damn capture weapon wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards the purple haired man.
“Now that….seems more like it.” He grunts, quickly wrapping you with the rest of the clothed weapon. Once he’s sure you can’t get out, which you try to do with fervor, he picks you up, pulling out his phone and making a quick call. Minutes later, a man with large winds and the same blank look as the girl from before arrives. He grabs you both, one in each of his taloned claws where his feet would normally be, and takes off into the night sky.
“We have to hurry and get back, for both our sakes.”
For a moment you’re confused on where he is taking you, but as the minutes pass by, you realize that you’re heading North, back towards the neighborhood you had escaped. It causes you to panic even more, fighting against the cloth restraints and the claws wrapped around you, even biting the appendage until you can taste blood. You don’t care if you plummet to your death, anything is better than going back there.
“Are you really that desperate to get away? You really think your life with them is that bad?” The young man ask, seemingly at ease with being so high above the ground.”
You say nothing, only continuing to struggle more, and he sighs.
“Listen, those two have been through more than you could ever imagine. They give everything to protect others, and they’ve had shit luck in life. The least you can do is behave and make them happy. They deserve it.”
Your rage is boiling at this point, tired of everyone, even the government, trying to make you accept your new reality.
“Fuck them! They can do some damn therapy and shove their savior complex up their-”
“Quiet.” Like magic, your mouth instantly shuts itself. It’s like you’re on autopilot, unable to control your actions and becoming a passenger in your body.
“Finally.” He sighs, allowing his eyes to close. “Some peace.”
You continue to travel, unable to move and forced to watch as the neighborhood of maze walls grows closer, growing from a spec to reality as you’re soon soaring over backyards and houses. Finally, you spot one that sticks out from the rest, the bikes that Hizashi had gotten you all last summer so you could go on rides through the park during cherry blossom season leaning against the back wall. Just beyond them is the garden you had started to take your mind of things, finding peace in growing your small variety of vegetables.
The winged man drops you off without a word, leaving just as quickly as he had come. All the while the purple haired man gets on his phone, sending a text before shoving the device back in his pocket before unwrapping you from your binds, still unable to move and having to lay on the damp ground.
You wait in silence, still unable to move and wondering what he’s waiting for, before a voice breaks from the darkness.
“Thank you. I always knew I was right in your potential.” Aizawa steps through the sliding glass door, the very one that you had escaped through earlier and taken the curtain rod from. He says nothing as he walks out, contrary to Hizashi who is quick to come from behind him, rushing past and tripping across his own feet as he stumbles to your prone form. Gathering you in his arms, he rambles about how worried they were about you.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He notices your lack of reaction, his eyes darting over your body.
“My apologies. It was a bit of a fight getting them back here, and they seemed intent on killing themself on the way over.” A moment later, your senses return to you, leaving you gasping for air as you're free to move your limbs for the first time. You curl in on yourself, allowing Hizashi to bring you into his arms as he rocks back and forth.
Meanwhile, Aizawa walks past your two forms on the ground, approaching the young man and placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
“You should stop by for dinner sometime, Shinso. I’m sure your own will have their own issues getting used to their settings. It would be good for them to see what happens when they break the rules. It will be good for both of them.”
“I would love to, though I don’t expect mine will put up much of a fight. They’re quite docile, and when I left them tonight it was quite easy to put them to sleep.”
“Regardless, I appreciate your help. I wish we could have your ease in dealing with our newest addition.”
Shinsou just chuckles. “I know you sir. If they didn’t have a little fire in them, you wouldn’t be interested. From what I’ve seen, you’ve got more than enough to keep your hands full.”
Aizawa simply nods, and the boy heads towards the side gate with him, being let out with the promise to get in touch in the next few weeks.
Meanwhile, Hizashi is still coddling you, speaking to you almost as much as he is himself.
“You’re alright. No injuries, and back home, just where you need to be with us.”
“Of course I’m fine.” You snap, trying to push away from his steel grip. When you can’t, you simply pull your arms over your head, turning into a ball as you shield yourself from them. It doesn’t last long, heavy footsteps followed by a piercing pain in your wrist that makes you cry out. Aizawa doesn't seem to care, wrenching your hands away from your face as he shoves his own closer.
“You have done enough hiding for the night.” He pulls you up by the arms and rips you from Hizashi, making you cry out more as he proceeds to drag you back towards the house. You dig your heels in, tearing up the grass and pulling back as much as you can. When you get to the door, you plant your feet firmly on either side, locking your legs to keep from being dragged back into the hell house.
Your protests are met with a sharp end as one hand lets go of your wrist, only to reaper and wrap around your throat, long fingers easily encasing your neck as they tighten in a bruising grip.
“Stop fighting. You are only making things worse for yourself.” His words are like ice, setting every nerve on edge, and making you realize how much you truly fucked up. He takes the opportunity of your shock and finishes pulling you into the house. To your surprise, instead of heading towards the basement like normal to receive your punishment, he instead drags you upstairs and to the bathroom.
Turning the water on, he turned back towards you.
“Strip, and get in.”
His tone says nothing and everything, and that’s more terrifying than if he were yelling. You know better than to expect him to leave after what’s happened so, with trembling hands you peel your clothes off, layer by layer, until you’re left bare before him. The only thing you can do is cross your arms and legs as the chilly air of the bathroom hits your skin, doing your best to block as much of your body as you can from him. He steps aside and lets you into the shower, which offers little more privacy with its frosted glass walls.
You move as slow as you can, consciously aware of Aizawa watching you.You wash your hair first, the scent of the mint and honey shampoo and conditioner filling the small space. As you scrub your skin down with the loofah, you watch all the dirt and grim collected from rolling around in scuffles wash from your skin. You’re careful to keep your back to the door, unable to face the outline of Aizawa standing just beyond, arms crossed and leaned against the sink.
Hizashi enters, a bundle of clothing in his arms, and you take it as your sign to finish. You shut off the water, reaching out to grab a towel and dry yourself off. Stepping out and onto the bathmat, you focus on the feeling of its soft and spongy material instead of the linger gazes of both men as you turn around to dress.
“How did you find me?” It’s barely above a whisper, and you barely hear it yourself, yet it rings loud as an alarm in the consuming silence. There’s no answer for a few moments, before Aizawa growls out.
“Shinsou has moles inside the safehouses to look out for anyone of special interest being looked for.”
His words mull over in your head, like a wave rolling over a stone until you come to a realization.
“You mean…people that other heroes are looking for?” The words feel like sandpaper as they leave, and you hope that you’re wrong, that you’re just jumping to conclusions, but both stay silent as they escort you from the bathroom, confirming your thoughts. Hizashi keeps a hand on the small of your back, fingers subtly digging into the fabric of the soft nightshirt he brought, as if ready to grab you the moment you show even the slightest intention of moving away.
How many heroes had people locked up, held against their wills? You had looked at, studied, and memorized the statistics going all the way back to when the purge first began. Heroes were reported to have the lowest statistics on being Yandere, and there were multiple papers studying this reason. They were all government funded and approved, meant to set the people’s minds at ease.There was no way that they would skew the results, right?
They sit you down in the kitchen, Hizashi sliding over a plate of cut up fruit and a mug of tea. One of your favorite midnight snacks. Hizashi takes a seat next to you on the bar stools, angling himself your way and watching intently as you pick at your plate, while Aizawa remains across the island from you both, leaning back causally against the counter.
“C’mon, you must be tired. You’ve been running around all night, and knowing you I bet you got into a few fights yourself. You know using your quirk too much always drains your energy.” He pushes the plate closer, and it’s now that you notice his nose is still slightly red, likely still a bit sore from earlier. He must notice you looking, as he laughs, the tone too strained to be mistaken for his normal lighthearted tone.
“All better now. I know I just startled you earlier, hun. I think you might have knocked it straight.” about six months into your captivity, his nose had taken on a slightly crooked nature after getting into a scuffle with a rowdy villain. You had been glad to see him so upset about the way his nose had healed, but now it had indeed taken on a straighter look.
“Yes, let's praise her for attacking us.” Aizawa snapped, making your shoulders stiffen. The bite of strawberry felt lodged in your throat as the air became increasingly tense.
“It was just a slip up! They’ve been so good for a while! The pressure and anxiety must have caused them to break a little, fall into old habits. We’ve both been away for work a lot lately, they must have just been feeling abandoned.” Hizashi tried to defend you, ever the sympathetic one, but his words did little to persuade his husband.
“Are you kidding me? This was too calculated! It was probably weeks in the making!” He stalks around the counter, taking Hizashi’s face in his hands, forcing him to look him in the eye.
“I know you don’t want to, but we have to do what’s best for them.” His thumb lightly traces over Hizashi’s cheekbone, soothing. “An untrained dog will bite their own, no matter how kind. They must learn to behave, for everyone’s safety.”
Hizashi sighs, leaning his head to rest on Aizawa’s chest, eyes closed as the pale man ran his fingers through the blond’s hair.
You sat, frozen, hoping that if you didn’t move then they might forget about you, but Aizawa’s eyes caught yours over Hizashi and you know that there’s no lightening your fate. Hizashi’s head rises up, giving Aizawa a quick kiss before turning around. Now, both men’s attention is on you, and the few bites of food you managed to choke down sat like lead in your stomach.
“C’mon. Let's go upstairs.”
Hizashi stood, prompting you to follow as he took your hand, guiding the way. His grip was so tight, it was almost painful, fingers crushing your own and his palms seemed warmer than normal. When you enter the bedroom, it's completely dark, apart from the full moon casting in from the window. You can see that the blankets have been thrown from the bed, lying haphazardly across the floor. You can also see that the knob on the inside has been almost torn completely off the door, a dent in the drywall behind it at the same height.
You look at Aizawa, who only raises a brow.
“Hizashi is the one who freaked out when we woke up and you were gone. I’m not the one who takes my anger out on inanimate objects. Maybe next time you should make sure you use a drug that we didn't get specially tailored for you. Your quirk overreacts to certain chemicals when they enter your body. Put it in high doses and your body tires itself out. Little more than a sleep aid for us turn into a powerful sedative for you.”
You swallow. Right. He had no issue dealing with his source of anger directly. And now you knew how they had woken up so quickly.
“Go lay down.” He instructs, and you follow without hesitation, scooting all the way up to the headboard, finding comfort in having the solid wooden support at your back. A sense of unease lays like a blanket over you, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This wasn’t like when you had run away months ago, guaranteed to be returned back to them by official forces. This time, there had actually been the chance of you getting away from them, and you had almost done so.
Aizawa is digging in his bedside drawer while Hizashi climbs in next to you.
“Oh, songbird.” He sighs, feeling the way you tremble, unsure of what is going to happen. He takes your hand in his, gently kissing your knuckles. “Don’t worry. We just want you to know how much we love you.”
“And remind you who is in charge.”
Aizawa shuts the drawer, moving before you can see what he got out. He joins Hizashi on the bed, now sandwiching you between them. The heat in the room is stifling, only making you feel even more trapped, but not even compared to when Aizawa suddenly wraps his arms around you, bringing your back to his chest. You try to move, to get any sort of movement or freedom, but he holds you fast.
“Hold still.” Aizawa snaps, the breath from his words the only warning you get before his teeth deliver a sharp nip to your skin, making you cry out in pain and surprise.
“Ah, they make the cutest sounds! I want to hear more.” Hizashi all but moans, forcing his lips over your own in a sloppy kiss. His tongue pokes at your lips, which remain firmly shut, causing him to let out a whine. In response, Aizawa’s hold around your body tightens, squeezing all the air from your body with a gasp, and you’re almost positive he cracked a rib.Hizashi seizes the opportunity to continue, shoving his tongue into your mouth. It battles with your own as you attempt to shove him out, only making him moan louder. Horrifyingly, you feel a pressure against your own ass, and considering your sitting in Aizawa’s lap as he held you, it doesn’t take a genius to guess what it was. His chin rests on your shoulder, watching you both with keen eyes.
Your struggle only grows more frantic, to the point that Hizashi pulls away, a string of saliva following him.
“Relax.” He hums, an easy smile taking over his face. The same one he had when he got too tired or drunk, yet this time holds a burning hunger.
“Unless you would prefer Aizawa’s way.” Rapidly nodding your head, you want to cry. You would gladly take a hundred broken bones and torn ligaments a thousand times over rather than this.
“Silly.” His tone takes a sharp turn, and for the first time in two years, you see the malicious side that Hizashi had kept so carefully hidden behind his upbeat and positive attitude. His green eyes glow in the dark room, entirely fixed on you.
My friend @mybrotherthinksiminsane said Kakyoin’s should have come back wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and I support it wholeheartedly. And being the nice kid he is, Kakyoin would have brought silly sunglasses for the bunch (and DIO would join the trend too ‘cause he can’t stand not being the center of attention)
you have a quirk called ‘animate’ and hearts appear around your head when you fall for him
⏤𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨
after rescuing you during a rescue exercise gone wrong, now Bakugou can’t shake you off from clinging onto his arm
⏤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯… | “𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮!”
you’re a normal hard working person that loves to bake sweets and treats. Upon finding success in your sweet selling business, you can finally move into a luxurious apartment, where you meet the daughter of an explosive prohero, who makes your life all the sweeter.
𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ;
⏤𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙠
you have a quirk called 'animate’ and hearts appear around your head when you fall for him
𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 ;
⏤𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖
where you’re a self-made successful beauty and he’s a goofball that steals your heart
⏤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯… | “𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙖!”
after a one night stand with a beauty that effectively has his heart racing abnormally fast, Denki finds it impossible to keep you out of his thoughts for an entire year. When he finally makes the decision to find you, he’s shocked to see that you’ve grown more beautiful since the intimate night you two shared. However, what shocks him more is the little baby boy in your arms with familiar blonde hair and gold eyes.
𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 ;
⏤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
“𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙢𝙖!” ⌈ 𝕟𝕖𝕨 ⌋
as a single parent, you struggle to play the role of mother and father for your son. However, you don’t have to stress for too long when the same pro hero your son adores comes to your rescue in the most unexpected way.
𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨
⏤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯… | “𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤!”
even on his off days, Sero still acts like the great hero he is. And now that he’s a proud uncle of three, he happily helps return the most adorable looking twins he has ever seen back to their equally adorable mother, unknowing of the multiple future chance encounters that further intertwine their fates.
𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲
⏤𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥.𝙖
𝟘𝟙 | …
they didn’t know they still had a missing piece left from their soulmate bond until bakugou hired you as his personal assistant
Making out is hard because you’ll be doing something like watching tv, and it’ll be a really important part, and he’ll start kissing you and little by little your focus shifts
He’ll turn off the tv off and pull you to look in his eyes while saying “focus on me.”
The same thing for when you two are being a little more… intimate.
But when he starts working his magic, it’s almost impossible for you to focus on anything else other than how he makes you feel (blame the tongue ring).
~
Iwaizumi Hajime:
You hated studying and he knew this. Whenever you would have chapters you need to read for school he would read it to you.
You found out that your brain actually interpreted the information better that way and he had no problem doing it.
You sit in his lap. While he reads. If he feels your focus shifting he’ll squeeze your hand to bring you back to reality.
Dealing with Oikawa means he’s used to keeping people in line.
~
Azumane Asahi:
Since you got bored so easily. He always makes learning interesting for you.
He always has a fidget cube on hand.
Whenever you had homework he would work with you moving from one assignment and when you got bored onto the next and then back and forth until it was all finished
He makes sure to give you brain breaks that were mostly just cuddling time.
~
Bokuto Kōtarō:
Honestly, your little owl was just as unfocused as you.
You two would put off assignments together, and not pay attention in class. The only thing you both focused on was volleyball.
You always were so engrossed in him playing so he would use it as motivation. And you two ended up coming up with mutually beneficial agreements.
For example “I’ll take you to watch me play tonight if you finish your homework by this afternoon.” Deal.
“And I’ll wear your jersey to the game to cheer you on if you finish yours.” Deal.
It was a match made in ADHD heaven
~
Ushijima Wakatoshi:
He makes sure to remind you of everything. Before you even leave your house he’ll always text you to remind you of anything important.
“Make sure you don’t forget your lunch today.”
“Weather said it might rain. Don’t forget your umbrella.”
And when you get home “Don’t forget that assignment for English is due tomorrow. If you need help let me know.”
He’s basically a human calendar. He’ll come over often when he knows you’ve been putting off work to help you so you don’t get overwhelmed.
He also takes you on walks whenever you start getting antsy.
Summary: Kuroo makes you, a first year manager at Nekoma, go to the week long training camp where you meet Tsukishima.
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“Come on y/n! This could be a good experience for you!” Kuroo begged you as he followed you around the Nekoma gym.
You picked up another volleyball before turning to face him, “Kuroo-San I’m not even the manager, I’m the manager in training. Why would you want me there?”
“Exactly! Managers in training still go to these!” You just shook your head and went to pick up another ball. Kuroo stood with his hands on his hips before smirking at you. “I’ll get Yaku to make you come.”
Your entire body shuddered at the thought. Yaku was small but damn he was scary. “Please don’t he scares me when he’s upset.”
“Then come! Come on it’s only your first year so you’ll have to go to more in the future anyways you might as well get used to them!” Kuroo further explained, “at the first camp a few weeks ago we met Karasunos new manager. She’s a first year like you, so you won’t be the only manager learning.”
You contemplated the idea before turning to glance at the captain, who was giving you puppy eyes and now you couldn’t resist. “If I say yes you have to help me clean the gym.” He smiled brighter then you expected him too.
“Deal.”
~
“Y/n-San! Come here for a sec!” Yamamoto was the one who called you over and you noticed he was in front of an entire team. Damn, It was already the first day of the camp and you were already nervous to be around these players. You jogged over to Yamamoto, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder upon arrival.
“Y-yes?” You only kept your eyes on him, to nervous to look at the entire team in front of you.
Yamamoto seemed to ignore you as he pointed to one of the team members. “Tanaka-san look! We have a manager in training now!” He laughed like a maniac and out of confusion you looked towards the team to see this Tanaka.
Tanaka laughed as he wrapped his arms around his two managers, “she can’t hold a light to ours.”
“Eh?!” One of them shouted, the blonde one. You noted she seemed pretty young, she could be the first year Kuroo was talking about. The two girls looked up at him with glares and you wondered why you weren’t as offended as they were about what just happened.
Your face did blush in embarrassment though as the two managers pulled away from Tanaka and then the said man was smacked on the head by the captain of the team.
“You shouldn’t say things like that Tanaka-San.” Your eyes snapped over to whoever made the comment and connected with the tall blonde. He held your gaze for a second longer before walking away.
“Tsukki!” Another one called, running after him. Your eyes followed him and this time the blush on your face wasn’t caused from embarrassment. Yamamoto left you awhile ago, you had noticed. Maybe it was when Tanaka walked away and he followed but you didn’t care.
“I’m sorry about him.” Your head quickly looked back in front of you to see the two Karasuno managers bowing before you in apology. You laughed nervously and waved your hands at them.
“It’s okay!”
“I’m Kiyoko Shimuzu, I’m a third year at Karasuno. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Kiyoko bowed slightly again.
“Oh! I’m a first year, my names Hitoka Yachi. Nice to meet you!” Yachi bowed also and you smiled in delight, at least you were making some friends.
“L/n y/n, I’m a first year at Nekoma.” You bowed before looking around at the courts, your team was getting ready to go up against Karasuno. “I’m sorry if it’s a bother, but would it be alright if I stayed with you guys for awhile? I’m kinda new to this manager thing.”
Kiyoko smiled and nodded slightly before walking towards the Karasuno coach, with you following behind.
Tsukishima had been watching you since he got onto the court, watching as Kiyoko introduced you to there coach. He couldn’t seem to look away.
“Tsukishima pay attention!” Tanaka yelled causing Tsukishima to flinch and face forwards again, trying to ignore the faint heat on his cheeks.
He had hoped no one noticed but of course Yamaguchi did. The freckled boy looked in the direction Tsukishima had been and saw you standing beside Yachi, watching the match. “Hey Suga-San?”
Suga hummed in response to focused on the match that had just started. “That girl over there, she’s Nekomas manager right?” Suga looked towards the direction Yamaguchi was talking about
“Yeah I think so, why?” Yamaguchi just shook his head in response and they both went back to watching the match.
~
“So, how was the first day?” Kuroo asked as he walked with you out of the gym. You had no idea where he was leading you but you just went with it.
“That Tanaka guy called me ugly.” You deadpanned and the rage that filled his face almost made you laugh had it not been for him trying to run away to give Tanaka a piece of his mind. “Kuroo-San! I’m kidding he didn’t directly call me ugly.”
“Damn crows.” He muttered before making a turn. You went to ask him where he was going but he seemed to already have read your mind “you’re gonna watch me practice a bit longer.”
“Eh? Why?”
“Because I need to teach Lev and you need to learn more about Volleyball.” He teased you so often that you just took everything he said as teasing. “Besides you haven’t met Bokuto yet.”
“Bokuto?”
“Kuroo!!” You squeaked in surprise from the yell before turning to face the other man in the gym. He was there with his Setter. “Oh? You brought a friend?”
He smirked at you and you quickly backed up behind Kuroo who laughed in response. “Bokuto-San you’re scaring her” his setter sighed out
“Hm?” He looked between his setter and you before realizing he was right. “Ah! Akaashi! I didn’t mean to!” He cried out desperately.
“Don’t apologize to me.” Akaashi muttered, turning away from him and Bokuto ran up to you and Kuroo moved out of the way so Bokuto could grab your shoulders.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m Bokuto.” This time he gave you a genuine smile and immediately you felt more at ease. “You’re Nekomas manager right?”
“Yeah and she’s here to help” Kuroo said before Lev walked into the gym, immediately being dragged away to practice receiving.
“Here to help? Can you toss us some balls then?” Bokuto asked and you nodded. You grabbed the cart of volleyballs from them and went to where they told you to go and tossed the balls to Akaashi who set them for Bokuto.
You weren’t that far into practice but your arms were starting to hurt and thankfully they took a break to stretch and talk while Bokuto stretched next to Kuroo by the open door, waiting for someone to walk by. Tsukishima happened to be that person. When Kuroo poked his nerves Tsukishima ultimately decided to join there practice. When he walked in his eyes immediately connected with yours as you searched for who they were talking to. You blushed when you saw it was him and continued to pick up the volleyballs.
You continued to pick them up when someone held the last one in front of you. You looked up to see the blonde standing there, avoiding your gaze as you took the ball from his hands with a small thank you.
Kuroo and Bokuto shared a smirk before Kuroo grabbed Lev to make him practice again. You went back to where you were and continued to give them tosses while Tsukishima blocked this time.
After awhile longer of torturing Lev, Kuroo decided to join and help Tsukishima block. The four of them practiced for a long time after that, if your arms were hurting before they were definitely hurting now. When they stopped for a minute to talk, you went to start picking up the volleyballs again but noticed that whatever Kuroo said to Tsukishima, upset him and he started to leave the gym.
He looked over at you one more time when more of Nekoma came to join in on the practice. He narrowed his eyes at one of the first years Inouka, who wrapped his arm around your shoulders making you drop the volleyball in your grasp.
The ball rolled over to him and he picked it up, looking back to you to see you push away the first year to grab the ball but stopping when you saw he was holding it. He silently tossed it back to you before walking out the door.
You watched him go silently before you noticed his water bottle still in the gym. You dropped the ball in the cart before running over and grabbing it then running after him. He wasn’t that far.
“Um excuse me?” You were so quiet that if you were any further behind he wouldn’t have heard you. He turned towards you and his eyes widened when he saw you but he quickly went back to his cool exterior.
“What?” You blushed with embarrassment at how bored he sounded with you and held his water bottle up.
“You forgot this.” He was silent for a minute before he went to grab it.
“Thank you.” He said softly and went to turn away when you called out to him.
“Good job today!” He stopped in his tracks. Looking slightly behind his shoulder at you he just nodded and continued to walk away.
“Did you see that?” Kuroo whispered to Bokuto as they spied from the doorway. Bokuto nodded eagerly before he furrowed his eyebrows.
“See what?”
Kuroo rolled his eyes and pointed discreetly at Tsukishima. “He smiled when he turned away. Look!” Bokuto looked up at his friend, following where he was pointing before he gasped, causing Kuroo to cover his mouth with his hand and shush him.
“Someone’s got a crush!” Kuroo laughed, pulling Bokuto away from the door and back towards practice.
~
The next night was the same however Tsukishima came to them willingly. You were running late just because you were talking to the coach about the plays. He knew you weren’t very experienced and was trying to help you the best he could. You almost wanted to go to bed after the whole thing but Kuroo threatened to drag you to the gym if you didn’t show up at all.
So here you were walking in, in the middle of there practice. “Ah Kuroo-San why do you make me come here?” You sighed in exhaustion. Your presence didn’t go unnoticed and almost immediately they stopped practicing.
“Y/n-Chan!” Bokuto cheered as he ran towards you, grabbing you in a hug and swinging you around.
“Ah Bokuto-San!” Your head was getting dizzy from all of the movement. Everyone quickly came to your aid and you were almost immediately dropped. Akaashi and kuroo held Bokuto back as Tsukishima steadied you.
“Are you alright?” You almost winced at his bored tone again but you nodded anyways. What you didn’t realize was he showed you more care then he had for anyone else in awhile.
His hold on you lingered for awhile longer before he saw Kuroo turn to them and he let go. “Ah, y/n I’m sorry I forgot I told you to come tonight. You can go get some rest if you’d like.” You looked between him and Tsukishima, who seemed slightly disappointed.
“No it’s okay I’ll toss for your guys again.” You smiled to Kuroos confusion. He knew you didn’t want to be here. He was about to ask you when his eyes glanced towards Tsukishima who had the faintest smile and he smirked.
“Oi Tsukishima!” The tall blonde walked over to Kuroo who still had a smirk on his face. “Go all out yeah?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He seemed genuinely confused.
“No, if you want to impress my manager show her something impressive.” And before Tsukishima could deny it Kuroo walked away, leaving the blushing blonde behind.
You helped them practice again that night, you loved seeing how hard they worked and how each night Tsukishima seemed to get more into it. The practice was shorter then the other night and after you helped clean everything up you all were heading out. Kuroo, Bokuto and Akaashi were all walking ahead of you while you and Tsukishima walked together silently.
“Good job today.” You finally broke the silence with the same thing you said to him the night before and looked up at him with a small smile which caused his heart to melt just a little bit.
“Thanks.” And then it was quiet again but a comfortable quiet. “How’s being a manager?”
You were a little surprised by his question but smiled again nonetheless. “I mean I don’t know to much but I’m learning and I’m getting pretty close to the guys so it’s nice.”
“Pretty close?”you were completely oblivious to the question hiding underneath.
“Mm, all the third years and second years are like my older, overprotective brothers.” You explained and he felt more at ease with the friend zone title you gave more then half of your team. But there were still the first years.
“And the first years?”
“Some are about as inexperienced as I am so that’s nice but they’re also just like my annoying brothers.” He almost sighed in relief before he noticed the three walking in front of them, staring at him.
You all walked on in silence the rest of the way and you were the first to say your goodbyes and Kuroo would’ve been to but he decided to walk more with the others. When Akaashi and Bokuto said there good nights Kuroo finally turned to the tall blonde.
“So did you impress her?” He smirked, walking with Tsukishima who was trying to escape his questions.
“Why do you care?”
“Look tsukki, she obviously likes you and I love my precious little manager so just don’t hurt her okay?” Tsukishima was quiet. Kuroo watched him before he grabbed his arm and stopped him from walking. “I’m serious. But also, if you want her to pay attention to you, give her something to notice.”
Tsukishima watched the older captain walk away. He glanced down at the ground contemplating his words before he continued his walk.
~
By the third day you were looking forward to the late practices. You learned to love watching them all play, it made you happy to see them play the sport they loved.
So throughout the day of watching the practice games you were hoping they’d have another night practice. You glanced over at Tsukishima who was drinking from his water bottle. You hoped he’d join tonight too.
You were currently watching him play against your own team. When someone finally pointed Hinata out to you you understood why Tsukki was frustrated. That guy had a crazy amount of stamina. He seemed off though, he seemed more frustrated, angrier then any other days.
You made a note to ask Tsukishima about that later. About his whole team actually, they all seemed so tense to you. Karasuno ended up losing that game too.
That night after everyone was packed up and getting ready to either clean up or practice more, you were talking with Kenma before he was pulled away by Hinata.
“Oi y/n! You gonna help us again tonight?” Kuroo called from the doorway where he was waiting with Bokuto and Akaashi.
“Yeah!” You called back, getting ready to meet them by the door when Tsukishimas voice stopped you.
“I’ll walk with you.” You were surprised but you smiled and nodded nonetheless. Kuroo and the other two left when they saw Tsukishima would walk with you, giving you guys time to talk without them ease dropping.
“Tsukishima-San?” He hummed in response, “your team seems to be very tense right now.”
“Yeah” you cringed slightly you should’ve known better then to just end it there and not ask a question too.
“Why is that?” You asked this time. He glanced down at you before looking forward again. You almost thought he was going to ignore you.
“Before we came here we competed against Aoba Johsai. They’re a powerhouse school so of course we lost. But I think everyone’s still holding onto it and pushing themselves to be better.” He explained the whole thing to you but you couldn’t understand why he sounded slightly annoyed with everyone pushing themselves
“Well they want to beat this school, so maybe they think learning and pushing themselves will get them there.” You told him but he only shook his head.
“They just don’t understand what a break is.” Tsukishima seemed to almost have a worried tone but he covered it up. “They won’t beat Aoba Johsai if they get themselves hurt.”
“Well what do you think? Do you think you will beat them next time?” You asked him and he went silent. Did he? He really didn’t know at this point. But when he looked down at you, your hopeful eyes staring back at him he knew his answer.
“I hope so.” The smile you gave him would continue to melt his heart.
When you both got to the gym it was the same routine as the nights before, you’d help by giving them tosses and then picking up the balls when they decided to take a break.
But when Hinata and Lev came barging in asking to join they asked you to keep track of the score as they had a 3 on 3. As you watched you got more and more invested, they got so into the practices they played that it was always fun watching. The game would have continued had it not been for the two managers from Fukurodani telling them they wouldn’t get dinner if they didn’t stop practicing.
Everyone left after that. Tsukishima waited for you by the door as you picked up the ball and put it in the basket. “You didn’t have to wait” you told him but you certainly weren’t complaining about it.
“I didn’t want you to walk alone this late.” Was his excuse and you would have believed it if you weren’t on school grounds where you were sure nothing was gonna happen.
“Your blocks are getting better Tsukishima-San.” He blushed lightly at the compliment and gave you a small thank you before you both arrived at the cafeteria.
The two of you ate together and then he walked you to where your team was staying. The two of you talked for a few more minutes before he kissed your head, without thinking about it. As soon as he realized he practically ran and you were left standing there with a smile and a bright red face.
~
The next day just really wasn’t your day. You felt like the world was against you for some reason and it was almost the last day too. When you woke up you found out that your water bottle leaked and got all over your clothes and the only things dry were the workout gear you had laying outside the bag.
After you laid all the clothes out you ended up being late to the practice matches and had to run there and as soon as you got to the doors you tripped just right outside. Thankfully no one noticed as they were to busy focusing. But you held your elbow as it bled, looking for someone who might be able to help and the first person you thought of was Kiyoko.
On your way to ask her though a stray ball that was hit to hard started flying towards you and smacked you in the back with so much force, knocking the wind out of you. The teams playing went silent as you knelt to the ground, trying to catch your breath as Karasunos coach’s and managers ran to you.
“Y/n-San, are you alright?” Kiyoko asked kneeling down next to you. You tried to respond but you couldn’t get enough oxygen back into your lunges.
“Y/n-San just try and take a deep breathe for me.” Takeda instructed and you really were trying. But when less oxygen was getting into your lunges then you wanted, you started to panic. You could hear footsteps running to you and before you could register someone was holding your hand. You looked up to see Kuroo next to you his grip tight and finally you took a breathe and then you glanced behind him at Tsukki who was watching and then you took another breathe.
Kuroo helped you to your feet before he led you to a chair off on the side of the gym so hopefully no stray balls would hit you. Once he checked you were okay he went back to his team.
When Karasuno was done with there practice Tsukishima made his way to you. He kneeled down to your level and took your hand in his while you still were trying to regain more breathes. “You’re bleeding.” He just noticed it when he went to rub your arm “what happened?”
“I fell outside the gym.” You explained and he almost laughed before he heard a call out for a stray ball. Your eyes widened when you saw it coming towards you but before it could hit Tsukishima held his arm out and the ball hit him hard before rolling away.
“Tsukishima!” His coach called for him but he wanted to stay with you. When you noticed this you pushed him slightly.
“Thank you for stopping the ball but please go before I get you in trouble” he complied but kept his eye on you the rest of practice. You were definitely having a bad day.
Even as the practices were ending that day you thought It’d get better. It did not. While you were walking to leave a ball someone was using rolled in front of you as soon as you took a step and tripped you. You fell flat on your face.
“Just let me die here.” You sighed after you turned to lay on your back.
“Ah! Y/n-San I’m so sorry!” Inouka called out to you but you made no move to get up. You just waved your hand from where you were as if telling him it was okay.
“Why the hell is this happening to me right now?” You asked yourself, looking up at the lights above you. Your entire being just hurt and you just wanted to leave now.
That is until someone knelt down beside you and then another person on the other side of you. “You have really bad luck today.” Kuroo pointed out and Tsukishima hummed in agreement. “Come on, you just have to keep score for us tonight.”
Kuroo patted your arm lightly before he stood up to leave. Tsukishima watched him go before looking back down at you. “Are you okay?” He seemed genuinely concerned and you were grateful for him.
“Help me up please.” You finally said and he nodded. He stood back up, offering you his hand and you grabbed it. You both ignored the flutter when your hand connected.
He pulled you up and almost asked you if you were okay again but decided against it. He didn’t let go of your hand as he walked with you to the other gym though and you figured it was to comfort you in some way.
You really thought that the night was gonna turn around then. After the two of you got to the gym you went straight for the seat next to the score board.
You were grateful after the day you just had to just sit and relax. But it seemed you jinxed yourself. About 40 minutes into there practice While you were focused watching them play Kuroo spiked a ball and it bounced off the ground at an angle headed straight for you. “Y/n!” He yelled but was to late. Before you could move the ball hit you straight in the face.
They all went silent as the ball fell to the ground and rolled away. You were so silent that they all were scared themselves. Then your nose started bleeding and you stood up, wiping it away with your arm. “I think I’m gonna go get dinner.”
“O-okay” Kuroo said, watching you leave.
“I’ll go with her.” Tsukishima decided, leaving the others behind to walk you to dinner. The others looked at each other and nodded in agreement without even having to say anything they decided to end the practice.
“Are you okay?” Tsukki asked after a moment. You only nodded silently and he took that as you not wanting to talk so instead he gently grabbed your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. And that was more then enough to put you at ease.
When you both got to the cafeteria you got your food and sat down in silence. The redness on your face did raise eyebrows though but Tsukishima shook his head at anyone who even tried to ask.
You were quiet the entire dinner and were about to leave but as soon as you stood up and turned around you ran into someone, who of course had a tray full of food. Hinata was panicking when he ran into you and immediately started apologizing.
“Hinata-San!” He jumped when you yelled and reluctantly looked up at you expecting anger but then his eyes widened upon seeing you trying not to cry out of frustration. “It’s okay”
All the conversations stopped as you looked down at the only clean shirt you had that was now ruined. Not to mention your skin was covered in the food as well. “Is there anyone here with an extra shirt?”
Tsukishima saw Kuroo about to offer you one of his before he stood up. “I have an extra one you can borrow.” And without another word he lead you out of the cafeteria.
He led you to where Karasuno was staying and you waited by the door as he rummaged through his bag for the shirt. When he found it he handed it to you and walked you to the bathroom. “Take a shower I’ll wait out here for you.”
Usually you would’ve blushed at the thought but this time you only nodded and did exactly as he said. When you got out you put on his shirt which was obviously bigger on you. It was comforting though.
“It’s soft.” You said to yourself and it almost made you forget about everything that had happened that day. When you walked out of the bathroom awhile later he was, as he said, waiting for you.
He was sitting on the staircase when you came out and when his eyes landed on you immediately his cheeks turned red. “Thank you for letting me borrow your shirt.” You were quiet but he could hear you clear as day.
“Come on.” He said as he stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you somewhere. “Don’t ask where you’ll know when we get there.” It was like he could read your mind.
Where he took you was the hill that he and his team had to run up so many times. He wasn’t worried about anyone being here, everyone was either eating or getting ready for bed.
You both sat down next to each other, he still held onto your hand. You eventually laid your head on his shoulder. “It’s been a really rough day.” You finally said
“How are you feeling after getting hit so many times?” You looked up at him almost expecting him to be joking but he was serious.
“I’m fine now.”
The two of you went back to silence. He glanced down at his shirt on you and couldn’t help but smile. “Can I tell you something?”
“Hm?”
“I like my shirt on you.” You definitely weren’t expecting that from him. You sat up to look at him and when you saw his blushing face you smiled before it turned into a smirk.
“Then I think I’ll keep it” you said and he gaped at you.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“That sucks it’s mine now.”
“I didn’t say you could.”
“You never said I couldn’t.”
“Yes I did.”
“I’m ignoring you.” Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at you before letting go of your hand and grabbing at your waist. “Wait! Tsukishima-San!”
Tsukishima smirked as you started laughing while he tickled you without any mercy. “I-I’m sorry I’ll give it back!” You cried trying to push him off before he finally stopped
He was basically on top of you, smiling while you finished laughing. Your laughs stopped immediately when his hand cupped your cheek and the other one held himself up above you.
“Tsukishi..ma?” You voice was a whisper, you couldn’t even ask him what was wrong when he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
Your eyes widened in shock but he pulled away to soon. He wanted to see your reaction but you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back down to you, this time to return the kiss.
Your heart felt like it skipped a beat and you didn’t even notice when he pulled his arm away from cupping your cheek to also prop it against the ground so he didn’t fall. His hand could feel his shirt against his fingertips and he smiled into the kiss.
When you pulled away you were both breathless and blushing. But you both had small smiles on your face. He sat up and so did you while you grabbed his hand again and leaned your head on his shoulder.
“I’m definitely keeping your shirt now.” He only tsked in response.
~
Bonus
“Kei what do you think about this one?” You held your phone up to his face to show him the venue and he only moved your hand away to look at you as you laid your head on his lap, you stole another shirt from him.
He rolled his eyes and looked back at the tv. He grabbed the remote to the tv and kept clicking, “it’s up to you.”
“Kei! This is our wedding! I want to make sure you like the venue!” You complained, going back to looking at places.
“Y/n we can get married on a volleyball court for all I care. I’m marrying you and that’s all I care about. So do whatever makes you happy.” You were silent as you looked up at him. You smiled, putting your phone down.
“Cold as always” you joked and he poked your side making you squirm.
“It was your choice to say yes.”
“Like hell I was gonna say no to you.” You told him and looked up at him again before you cupped his cheek.
“Hmm?” He felt you tugging him down and smirked when he saw you wanted a kiss so he moved away from your hand and you pouted. “You called me cold.”
“Kei! Kiss me damn it!” He looked down at you and smirked before he finally gave you a small kiss on the lips then went back to watching the tv while you admired him. “I love you Kei.”
“I love you too now shut up so I can watch this” you laughed but complied and ended up watching with him.
Like my old guideline, I have divided into 2 parts: A chart which shows all character’s alignment based on the character’s characteristics using the format of classic RPG game class categories(except ‘Decorder’) and detailed analysis based on their official description. This time, I have also included the character’s tier ranking(*rank mainly based on their overall quirks and their usefulness to the team) based on my own opinion and gameplay(s) I have watched on Youtube.
Since the game has changed so much over these few months, Survivor’s tier ranking no longer matter as both hunters and survivors’ abilities are getting more complicated and ‘interesting’. Other than just ‘Cipher Rush’/ using the same set of characters, it is more important to have a balanced and diverse team with different skill sets and strategy to counter various hunters.
To increase the chance of surviving and the team’s winning rate, it is best to understand yourself, your playstyle (Fighter? Objective based? Helper /Supporter?) and knowing when to switch by knowing all character’s characteristic.
No characters are bad as long as you know what to do with their skills. KEEP ON PRACTICE and you will soon master it. In some time, you will become a good player who everyone wants to team up with!
I hope these charts can help anyone who struggles to find the best character to play/ buy/ generally want to weight the pros and cons.
Feel free to add your personal tips and advice by commenting down below!
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