i found you || F O U R
synopsis: How can you forget and move on from a past that hunts you down every single day? Y/N L/N’s past follows her everywhere she goes in the tormenting faces of her ex-best friends. Bullied, threaten, alienated, and lost Y/N is met with a new obstacle when a determined Tendo Satori moves into her neighboring locker.
word count: 965
taglist: open
warnings: descriptions of blood, TW blood.
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Like fire on ice, the warmth of her blood slips easily from the burning cut that extends from the tip of her pinky to the palm of Y/N’s hand. Hisakawa watches her as she presses the wound to her thigh tightly in attempt to stop the bleeding. A few small splotches slip onto the white tile near her indoor shoes.
Yoshida snickers, “Awe, look! You made her bleed.”
Hisakawa leans back on his heels, a low sigh washing over Y/N as he stuffs his hands leisurely into his pockets. His head rolls to the side, eyes piercing, “Haven’t seen ya in a while, Y/N. Are you trying to avoid me?”
She shakes her head, her hair falling into her face. She doesn’t speak, her heart rapidly slamming against her chest as Hisakawa takes a step forward. His face comes close, leaning in to stare at her closely. The smell of his sticky breath was like that of nicotine. He had been smoking, the gum smacking between his yellowing teeth popping as he clenches his jaw.
“Don’t forget,” his voice is low in warning, “where you belong. We wouldn’t any unnecessary casualties, would we?”
The warning, although spoken quietly, is loud and clear. The past few days Y/N had been left alone. Every time she’s seen Hisakawa and his friends she’d been at her locker by Tendou.
Tendou…
His crimson hair and lidded eyes pop into her mind. He was unknowingly stumbling into their crossfire because of her. An indirect flame – her attempted warnings going over his head and now that puts him on Hisakawa’s radar. All of this puts Tendou front and center.
It happens quickly, Yoshida’s foot kicking out at Hisakawa’s. “We gotta go,” his whisper harsh and spoken with wide eyes directed behind Y/N.
Hisakawa glances over her shoulder, his eyes shooting back to scan her face as he scoffs. The annoyed expression is clear as day before slipping like liquid. His features relaxing as he pulls away with sickening ease. Y/N watches, mouth hung open, as the two of them slink away down the hall as if nothing happened.
“Soccer players are so annoying,” Tendou sighs. His fingers fiddle with his lock as he glances over at Y/N.
She jumps, startled, her hand clutched to her chest as she slowly turns to him. The way Hisakawa and Yoshida ran away made her think it was a teacher coming to scold them. Having people witness had never mattered before…why would that change now? When she sees Tendou her chest squeezes and the pain in her hand grows. A deep wince whistles through her teeth as the blood fills her palm slowly.
His eyes widen. “What happened to your hand?”
“Hisa – I, uh, got it caught in my locker.” She holds it tighter, “its okay.”
“Follow me, I can wrap it for you.” Tendou takes hold of her left wrist, his long fingers engulfing her skin gently; pulling her away.
He takes her down the halls and stairs to the volleyball club room. The metal door pushes open easily as he leads her to a bench in the middle of the large room. Lockers lined the walls, each with a name of different players. Tendou’s hands weigh lightly on her shoulders as he guides her to sit; his long legs then carry him throughout the room to the first aid locker. Seeing him in this environment feels almost familiar, she thinks. The way he floats around like he probably has a thousand times before this.
The clear container in his hands pops open as he hums mindlessly to himself. Lithe fingers sift through the contents before pulling out a roll of tape and gauze. He discards the container back into the locker, turning to Y/N and approaching slowly.
He kneels, his eyes soft as he peers up at her. His hands hovering over hers, “I’m going to touch you now.” The words are barely above a whisper as he moves to carefully pick up her injured, right hand, “Now, I’m going to wrap your hand with this bandage. It may sting a little.”
Y/N watches intently as he works. His touch is soft and cautious as he begins to follow through with what he told her, starting at her pinky and skillfully following the curve of her hand. The tenderness is foreign to her. She can’t seem to recall a time before now that someone had ever been this careful with her. He touched her as if she were made of glass that could break at any moment.
“Why are you helping me?”
Tendou hums, “I usually wrap my fingers and wrists for volleyball. I’m pretty much a professional at it now.” He doesn’t look up as he speaks, his focus entirely on her hand.
“That’s not what I mean. You shouldn’t get invested – you’ll move lockers by the end of the week.”
“Funny,” his smile is small, his eyes crinkling, “the office attendant said the same thing but I really don’t think you smell that bad.”
Y/N swallows hard, her voice dropping into a low mumble, “maybe everyone is trying to warn you.”
“About what?”
“What happens when people get close to me.”
Tendou tapes up the loose end of the white bandage, the wrapping not too tight but effective. He holds onto her hand and looks up. His brown eyes almost appear red, speck of gold littering his irises like stars. Y/N had never seen eyes like his before, the emotion tucked away behind their marvelous color made her chest ache like before.
He looks at her, his stare deep and reaching as he inches close. His breath fans over her face, the scent nothing like Hisakawa. Tendou smells nicer, almost like warm caramel chocolate and peppermint. “Sounds like a challenge, Sashimi.”
