Cupidsblonde - I Just Want To Know Who I'm Looking At

phase two - shut up m.list

  the night sky is all consuming, the streetlights battling for some form of illumination. even the neon lights are struggling against the darkness, their color flickering inharmoniously. biting the side of your tongue, you look back at kuroo, standing in the sprinkling rain. he's looking down an alleyway, mesmerized.

  "would you hurry up? it's going to start pouring!" you shout through a smile, hands cusped around your mouth.

  kuroo continues to look ahead, eyebrows creasing in the middle, hands freeing from his jacket pockets. instead of giving you any sort of indication that he was listening, he heads down the alley. tilting your head slightly, you walk past the dark sedans and through puddles to reach him. listening to some song playing through the smoke shop's speakers as it muffles a noise in the alley.

  stepping into a particularly deep puddle, it soaks your socks, however, the deeply uncomfortable feeling dissipates as you turn into the alleyway. it's immensely dark besides an old door propped open. the crack of light floods onto the asphalt flooring, potholes creating odd shadows within. at the end of the fluorescent lighting, you can see a man with a mask covering his face. 

  blood covers his mouth and contrasts greatly from the black cloth. squinting your eyes, you're able to see someone hunched over a few milk carton boxes. his hair is spiked up similarly to kuroo's, a sigh of relief leaving your lips, "suro.. you had me scared for a second there."

  walking up to the figure, he turns around, only to reveal someone who's far from kuroo. the man wipes blood from his nose, his bloodied fist scattered with old scars. "what, your friend decided to call in some white knight? too scared?" he walks towards you, your feet moving backward in the same pace.

  "where is he?" you ask, feeling the phlegm in the back of your throat sit there aimlessly.

  "wouldn't you like to know?" the man swings his fist forward, hitting your shoulder as you try to move away.

  running into a dumpster, your shoulder throbs in pain from the collision. the man's fist is larger than you had anticipated, the pain lingering from your collarbone to your elbow. leaning against the dumpster, your hand feels and hold handheld vacuum, the metal handle feeling light in your hand. "yeah i would!" you swing the vacuum into the air, hitting him in the side.

  his hands reach for his side, the thick end hitting him where his ribs should be. taking it again you swing against his knee, shouting loudly, "help! someone help!" 

  swinging the vacuum again, he grabs it before it can hit his head. wrapping his hands around it, he pulls it away from you quickly. you stagger forward at the force and fall to your, the water on the ground covering your scratched arms. holding the vacuum above his head, he steadies it to bring it down on you, "should've just left this alone..."

  closing your eyes, you raise your arm, holding it above your head in anticipation. however, nothing comes crashing down on you. your arm lingers in the air for a second, wondering if it was some sort of trick or mockery. slowly, you open your eyes, trying to keep them adjusted to the low lighting. looking up you can see that no one is standing there. he's disappeared. 

  you look around, eyes scanning the alleyway's dark corners. taking in a deep breath, something moves in the corner of your eyes. someone stands on the building's roof, a cape flowing like a movie scene. squinting your eyes, you can just barely see an emblem on his jacket, however, it's too far for you to see perfectly. the only thing you can realize is that it's who you think it is.. it's eclipse.

  just as you're about to say something, pulling your phone from your back pocket (that's likely cracked or broken), he disappears onto the roof. pursing your lips, you breathe in heavily, finally giving yourself a chance to relax. as your lungs expand, you can feel your ribs are in pain, possibly bruised. "oh my god.. holy shit.." you let out breathlessly, smiling, realizing eclipse just saved your life.

  "i have an article!" adrenaline kicks in and instead of feeling an onset of pain, you think back to your article. you have something to write, you could even show it to... "kuroo, wait, kuroo! tetsuro, where are you?"

  your voice echoes through the alleyway, hands pressing against the ground as you make your way to your feet. little rocks dig into your palms. they leave indentations along your skin, your heart beating quicker at the thought of kuroo having been kidnapped. wiping your hands off on your shirt, you quickly ignore the slight pain in search of him.

  passing by the passed out man, blood now dry against his face mask, you grimace. crinkling your nose, you walk through the alleyway until you reach the other end. however, you still can't see him, his spiky hair and annoying voice are absent from your existence. "kuroo! get your ass out here before i kill you myself!" 

  clenching your teeth, you don't hear anything besides the incessant rain dribbling against the ground. "please! i'm not kidding!" you nostrils flare until you can finally hear someone moving slowly through the alley. 

  turning around, you finally see him standing up from behind a trash can. his hair is falling under the growing rainfall. blood trickles from his nose, hand pushing against his blood soaked jeans. "oh my god i thought you were dead," you sigh, tears hidden by the rain, "i don't know what i would've done."

  you hurry towards him, ignoring the pain lingering in your side. wrapping your arms around his shoulders you can feel your chin trembling. "i'm sorry, she was an old lady.. they would've hurt her," he whispers as his chin rests against your shoulder.

  "it's okay, we just have to get cleaned up, i would've killed you if you had died."

  "but i would've already been dead..."

  "shut up."

a/n: imagining this with a bunch of quick time events that kill me taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @unhelpfulnpc @phoenix-eclipses

@iiwaijime @cupidsblonde @yogurtkags @s1ckntw1st3d @mfcherry

@just-coreee @cherrypieyourface @csbnova @keeboismine

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in Hajime's head it would have always been them together. That was until their high school graduation, when she got semi-famous, and he got distant. what happens when all of a sudden, shes performing at the club he bar-tends at?

a/n: my first series!! if you want to be added to the taglist send an ASK. it's an all written series, maybe some smau things, (instagram and twitter parts have a hard maybe to be being added) may be slow updates, feel free to send ideas once the first official part comes out!!

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status: ongoing

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having maybe (strong maybe school just started up again) about a series with rich!iwazumi or rich!atsumu

you where the new kid, that's all you where to everyone, until you started pulling higher numbers than him, not only in assignments but also in.. volleyball?

"all you do is throw money at your problems" you basically snarl through your teeth, your finger jamming into his chest as you say it.

"all you will ever know is everything being handed to you on a silver platter"

all you this all you that is the only thing he had ever heard from your mouth. but why are you always saying something about his money..? you had to have money if you wanted to even go to this highschool.

That least that's what he had thought, until he heard you arguing with your counselor about how it didn't matter about the volleyball scholarships because... you couldn't afford the money needed?

okay so basically to sum it up your in a private highschool get in on a full ride but no one knows that duhr and its basically a princess and the frog type of relationship dynamic yk I don't really know its just something that poped into my head I NEED IDEAS PLEASE STOP RN

they'll never get here in time, we're in the middle of nowhere

minors can interact!!