Your fucking tags on the Oikawa post are killing me. What happens to Iwaizumi. You can't tease me like tgat
Hajime fought with everything he had. He really did. By the time he slumped back against the wall, broken sobs escaping his lips, his wrists were raw and bloody from fighting his restraints, and he was pretty sure one of them was fractured, because the pain from it was almost enough to distract him from the enormous, overwhelming pain that went straight down to his very soul the instant he heard Oikawaās last desperate breath.Ā āShhh,ā the one called Shigeru murmured, crouching beside Hajime and massaging soothing circles into the back of his shoulder.Ā āItāll be okay. Iāll take good care of you.āĀ āDonāt get his hopes up, asshole,ā the one whoād been called Kentarou huffed.Ā āYou canāt take care of him until after Iāve broken him into little tiny pieces.ā Kentarou seized a handful of Hajimeās hair and wrenched his head up.āNot so rough; we want him to last, remember?ā Shigeru complained, leaning in to press his lips to Hajimeās tear stained cheeks, kissing away his tears. Hajime was swamped with a wave of nausea, and if he hadnāt already screamed his throat raw after vomiting up what felt like everything heād eaten in the last week - blood he could handle, but Oikawaās good knee shattered to the point that there were shards of bone poking through the skin? That, he hadnāt been able to handle - heād have thrown up again from the gentle way one of Oikawaās murderers was so tenderly touching him.Ā āYou know Iām not gentle when Iām all worked up,ā Kentarou muttered.Ā āIām going to shower. You deal with this mess.āĀ āSakishimaās little freckled kid can clean up and take our new friend to his room. Iām going to wear you out before you shower so you donāt kill our new toy before I want you to,ā Shigeru huffed, standing and smirking at Kentarou. Hajimeās whole body shuddered, jostling his injured wrists, but he barely noticed, because no physical pain could compare to losing Oikawa.Ā Or so he thought.
