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Atsumu remembered the first time he saw Akaashi Keiji, the awe heād felt watching the other setter toss for the Fukurodani Volleyball Club. He was sure that it had been love at first sight.
He remembered the first rejection heād received from Akaashi Keiji in their third year of high school. Itās not ideal to date someone from another prefecture. Atsumu wished heād known the real reason Akaashi had rejected him, perhaps he could have avoided this entire situation then.
He remembered the second and third times Akaashi had rejected him, in their first year of University and still living in different prefectures. You need to stop asking me on dates, I cannot say yes. Atsumu was glad he now knew why he really should have stopped asking, though he doubted it would have made a difference.
The last time he asked Akaashi out had been different.
āKeiji, I really like you, and I know you keep saying no, but Iām going to keep asking until I donāt like you anymore. Will you go on a date with me?ā
Akaashiās gaze paused, looking both pained and as though he might say yes. Atsumu held his breath in anticipation for what might be.
āAtsumu, I like you too, but it is too dangerous. I cannot risk your wellbeing, I wouldnāt be able to live with myself if anything happened,ā he said, āYou mean too much to me.ā
āWhat could possibly be too dangerous, Keiji? I can look after myself, just as much as you can look after yourself,ā Atsumu said, beyond confused about how the male beauty before him could possibly have the power to get him hurt or killed.
He watched the conflicted expression pass over Akaashiās face, closely followed by one of pain. Atsumu felt his heart skip a beat, perhaps Akaashi had real reason to worry.
āOne date. We will get coffee and then we never speak of this again, do you understand?ā
Atsumu nodded.
The date had been a short six hours ago, of that Atsumu was at least seventy per cent sure. Those six hours felt like a lifetime ago though.
The darkened room he sat in on what he thought was a wooden chair had meant that he didnāt have much to do other than wait. The ropes that held him to the chair dug into his wrists and ankles painfully if he tried to move, and he was sure that heād have scars from where the ropes had rubbed. The rope around his stomach wasnāt as tight, but was preventing him from stretching his back, something his muscles had been screaming at him for for the majority of the time heād been locked in.
When heād first woken up in the chair there had been a kind young man talking to him, despite knowing Atsumu was gagged and had no way of responding. That man had either been relieved of his shift, or murdered. Atsumu hated that heād probably never know which it had been: home time or death.
A loud crash alerted him to the intercom being turned on. He wasnāt sure if fear was the more appropriate reaction, or if his curiosity was just getting the better of him, but he was impatient for anyone to say something.
He heard a series of crashes before a voice spoke to him, a squelching sound echoing loudly through the room. The reality of the situation finally hit him.
āGuess your boyfriend doesnāt like you enough to come for you himself. He just sent one of his goons. Too bad they didnāt have the foresight to keep themselves alive. How do you feel about talking to the head on a pike? We could also feed you the organs of this goon if youād like.ā
The voice was soothing, and did not match the words coming from the speaker, but he knew that they were dangerous. There was no way that the person who he assumed was meant to save him had survived.
Another hour passed before an explosion shook the room he was in. Alarms blared throughout the room.
āAn intruder has been detected. All staff kill on sight,ā a metallic voice said calmly.
āHmm, perhaps your knight in shining armour did come to save you. Itās unfortunate that neither of you will be leaving here alive,ā the soothing voice said over the intercom.
There was another explosion, it felt closer this time. Much closer. A loud crash sounded over the intercom speaker, followed by a loud grunt.
āWell, isnāt this unsurprising. I expected better,ā the voice said.
Atsumu hoped that the voice was implying what he thought it was. That maybe Akaashi had finally arrived to save him.
A sickening squelch sounded throughout the room, like that of organs being removed from a body. And then the door swung open, revealing his saviour. Akaashi stood there, blood covering him head to toe and what Atsumu could only assume was a human heart in his hand.
He thought he might faint.
He held his breath as Akaashi untied the ropes that bound him to the chair, pulling the gag away from Atsumuās face once he was free from the ropes. Atsumu could barely process the lips that met his, only briefly before loud voices interrupted.
He watched as Akaashi pulled two knives from his belt, leaving the room. The only reason Atsumu knew what was going on was the sound of bodies hitting the floor with loud thumps.
It was five minutes before Atsumu ventured out of the room to follow Akaashi through the corridors of his prison. Every time the came across another one of Atsumuās captors, Akaashi took care of them. Human hearts littered the ground, all of them laying beside the body it belonged to.
By the time they made it out, Atsumu had realised that Akaashi did this regularly. He had a signature to let these people know heād been there. The hearts were like a warning, a threat even.
