"He's not alone, asshole."
God, you are so beautiful. Thought Kuroo. He knew you didn't want him to see you like this. Your hair a mess, and you were fucking angry too. This was a completely different woman than the one who was hiding under a blanket shaking while he just spoke to this guy. Now she stood there, strong a fearless against a guy nearly twice her size. He did not want to be at the other end of that knife, and that really excited him.
"Stop, (Y/N)! I can handle it—" Kuroo stepped up, elbowing the guy holding him. He was smaller than Kuroo, it would be an easy win for him.
"Aw, hey (Y/N)! I think this guy likes you, does he even know what you've done?" Eito's right hand man spoke up before getting head budded by Kuroo.
Eito's mouth hung open, he had real gray hair that was pushed back with some hanging down in between his eyes. His jacket had patches all over it and his pants must be tired from how tightly they clung to his legs. He was an older guy but easily 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders to match.
"What?" You teased Eito who was still in shock, "Look like you've seen a ghost?"
"I might as well be looking at one. You used to be the second scariest thing on the street. Everyone thinks you're dead, turns out you're just on a date. I don't think Doom will like that very much–" Eito says, his eye bouncing back and forth between you and his goon.
"Doom can fuck off and you can tell him I said that." You lunged toward him, Eito was bigger than you so you shifted your fighting style accordingly, your feet going straight for his kneecaps. He dodged it, grabbing your elbow and pulling it behind your back.
"I think you're going to get to tell him yourself. Bringing you in would be a great peace offering between our gangs. I'd love to see what punishment he gives you for making him worry." Eito pulled your hair back to tilt your head up for him while he whispered these things in your ear. "Doesn't that excite you?"
For a second your eyes widened in the terror, the fear of what he might do to you. But you couldn't let it sit and stay. Nobody was going to come to save you. You had to react.
"If you even touch her, I swear I'll— ah!" Kuroo, his yell was just enough to shock you out of the nightmare that played on the back of your eyelids. You do have someone to care about you, you have people you care about. You weren't going back.
"Since when are you kissing Doom's ass." You declined the offer to see Doom again. You wrapped your other hand around Eito's wrists, kicked his knee back and threw yourself forward with all your might. You flipped Eito over your head and onto the ground. You threw your elbow into his gut and then punched his nose for a good nose bleed.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Kuroo and the other goon fighting. Kuroo got knocked in the gut but Kuroo countered it roughly with a strong swing in the eye. You didn't want him wrapped up in this. This has to end soon. You stepped down onto Eito's throat. Your other foot on his elbow.
"Kinda fun, I've never fought a dead girl before." Eito's coughed blood out of his mouth as he struggled to pull your foot off his throat.
"I won against you when I was alive, too." you reminded him by sending your knife into his shoulder.
"Women don't scare me." Eito pulled your hand out and forced your knife into your hip. You yelped in pain but pulled it out, leaving you with the grunt of feeling th blood sting as it falls from your veins.
"They should." You kick him in the balls, he curls up in pain and you take this opportunity to push your good leg into his chest.
"We're at 0-3 right now, Eito. So then, Doom's not going to know I was here. He's not going to know about my friend. I never existed. You're not going to tell anyone." You say.
"Give me one good reason not—" You take your foot off his face to put your knee on into his ribcage.
"Because if you do, babygirl," You mocked him, bringing up his ear to your lips, "I'll make sure they're mopping your ass up for weeks. So stay the fuck away from me and my friends."
You force his head back down into the tough rock and dirt causing him to groan loudly.
"We're done here." You hollered over your shoulder. Relieved to see Kuroo the one standing and the other guy knocked out cold on the ground.
"Yes, ma'am." Kuroo responded, rushing back to the car to try and get it working.
"You're still not all that scary, Y/N!" Eito tried to get your attention again, "Still have that whole no-killing policy."
"I've seen things a lot scarier than death, you old sack of shit." You sent a middle finger over your shoulder and got back into the passenger seat.
"You still belong to the streets! They are going to find you! No matter where you go! I'm going to find you again and beat the living—" you shit the door. Eito kept yapping, now a mumbled voice still on the floor from what you'd done.
Kuroo got the car to start and the two of you drove away from the noise of Eito's voice.
"So, you know that guy?"
"Unfortunately." You sighed.
"Make sure your putting pressure on your hip, okay?" Kuroo instructed, looking over his shoulder to make sure there weren't any motorcycles.
"Yes, dad." You rolled your eyes, pushing down on the blood on your hip.
"Woah, take me to dinner before you call me that." Kuroo laughed at his own joke.
"How are you so calm right now?" You asked, leaning your head to the side so you could watch the street lights illuminate the bruise on his cheek.
"Um, I'm not really sure. I play a lot of video games with Kenma.. kind of like a real life fighter game." He said, his eyes glued to the road.
"That's one way to look at it." You laughed, "You did good though. We won, no deaths... what are you going to tell your dad?"
"I don't know, yet. But I have until we get to the hospital to figure it out." Kuroo said, breathing out a heavy sigh.
"Wait, no. No, I'm sorry but I can't go to a hospital." You beg, "If my mom finds out I was in trouble, or fighting again it's over for me. I'll be sent away or home schooled and quite honestly neither sound great. I just need to survive high school."
"I understand that, I really do. But as the elder in this situation we both have stab wounds we need to get these checked it doesn't matter if they're small. There could've been anything on those blades." Kuroo's voice was deeper than before.
"Don't talk down to me like that you're barely a year older. I never said you can't go. You can go to a hospital but I can't so just leave me in the car." You fought back. He didn't say anything, gripping the wheel harder.
"I'm sorry." You sighed, pressing harder into your side. "I didn't mean to get you hurt. I'm fine, but the last thing I wanted was to rope you into this. It'll never happen again. If you want, after this you and I don't need to speak again—"
"Will you stop? Please." He pulled into the school parking lot. "You have nothing to apologize for. You aren't at fault, you protected me tonight. You were so insanely cool tonight, I only got hurt because I'm not as cool as you are."
"I don't know, I think the 'cool' label sounds better on you." You smiled, you can't stop looking at him. "I'll help you pay to have your windows replaced though."
"Stop it, what'd I say? You handled that fight, so let me handle the aftermath." Kuroo reached over you to grab the first aid kit. When he did you saw the thin cut on his bicep, and a new bruise on his chin.
"I'm fine, really. I promise I'm a big boy." Kuroo noticed your stare, "Use this, yours looks deeper than mine." He gestured toward your hip, putting some cleansing alcohol on gauze and pausing before actually making contact with your hip. A tinge of pink spread across his cheeks and hopped you interpret it as being out of breath from his fight, "Is it okay if I—um"
"Yeah, of course. I've gotten much worse than this, the sting doesn't really bother me anymore." You said, lifting your shirt up to reveal your wound better. Kuroo's hand wrapped around your hip to apply pressure with the gauze. All he could think about was his hand touching your skin. How were you always so calm? Oblivious to the contact of your skin? He wanted to be more like you.
While he was thinking, he unconsciously decided to reach over you and pull the lever to lay down your seat.
You breathed in a sharp breath having him this close to you, his chest in your face you couldn't help but grab his tank top. You gripped it tight and words couldn't come out of your mouth.
"Slow down, tiger. I'm just trying to make you more comfortable." Kuroo said, his eyes connecting with yours, your heart rate slowed, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay." You said, releasing your death grip on his shirt.
"Okay, um." He cleared his throat, "I'm going to put a fresh bandage, okay?"
"Mhm." You nodded, "You don't need to baby me."
"Trust me, I don't think of you as a baby. If I did I would tell you." Kuroo thought of a suggestive joke but held back. You looked out the broken window to pass the time, trying to ignore the tingle you felt while he touched you.
When the bandage was secured and the bleeding stopped you grabbed his arm to inspect it. The cut didn't look nearly as bad after it was cleaned. It was very shallow and he was going to be fine.
"It looks shallow, so that's good." You smiled weakly, the guilt eating your insides, "It's not going to effect how you play, right?"
"I'll be fine." Kuroo smiled, grabbing your hand off and holding it loosely. You shared a moment together, hands loosely intertwined and both of your eyes on the connection of skin.
The night was still chilly but it was warmer here at the school. It wasn't as quiet as it used to be, but in contrast to the chaos everything feels calm. Just sitting here, having your hand cradled by Tetsuro's strong fingers, eyes closed. After a night like this how do you leave it?
"I don't.." You started but stopped yourself.
"I don't want to go inside either." Kuroo finished for you.
"What time is it?" You yawned, hissing at the sting in your hip when shifting your weight back to normal.
"Too late." Kuroo ran a hand through his hair, showing off his face as he noted how badly he just wanted to kiss you.
"What're we gonna tell everyone?" You asked, your eyes opening a little.
"Right.." he sighed. "I'll think of something, trust me."
"I don't know how I feel about that, Tetsu."
"You jumped off a building into my arms for less."