Timeline is a little hinky. Think of this as a never ending post Nationals phase, if you will. Shhh, it'll be fine.
Kagami:What the hell, Maci?!
Aomine: -laughing.- HAH! I'm not suffering, for once.
Midorima: You've only had to suffer in one of these things so far.
Aomine: But still!
Akashi: -twirling his scissors around.- Please read and review.
Kagami doesn't know his name. They met one night in a club, one that Kagami had gotten into courtesy of a large bribe and a terrible looking fake id. They had danced out on the floor, and Kagami had followed the man when he beckoned, and they'd gone to the nearest love hotel, with the high schooler unrecognizable due to his tight clothing, hat, and unusually sexy way of carrying himself.
The only words they'd spoken in the three months since they started, a full month after Nationals, had been at the end of that first night. The stranger, an older man who looked to be somewhat young despite the gray strands in his black hair, stopped the redhead at the door to their room. "Saturdays, here, 8 p.m."
Kagami had nodded, and they'd left, going their separate ways.
The next Saturday, Kagami hurried home after practice, pulling on the clothes that made him seem like an entirely different person. He got to the hotel after the stranger, exactly at 8, and both made their way to the room silently, bodies becoming a tangle of limbs and the room being stained with the smell of sex and sweat and the cigarette that the stranger had lit as Kagami stood and cleaned himself out and dressed and left.
The third time was exactly like the second. They met, they fucked, and they parted ways. There was the understanding that this was purely therapeutic. Neither knew the other's issues, nor did the want to know, nor did they care. On Sunday mornings, Kagami would wake up, the smell of smoke sticking to his still-sweaty skin that he'd been too tired to wash, and he'd limp to the bathroom, shower, pop a pain pill, and go to practice, and then he'd go do whatever was planned after that, whether it be a game with Aomine or a bite to eat with Kise and Aomine.
Kuroko dragged Kagami along to the biweekly meetings with Akashi and everyone else every other Sunday, and the cities that they were hosted in differed each time.
If Kagami saw the Stranger walking around with his daughter's hand in his every now and then, they did not interact. They were strangers on a street, and that was all.
The fifth time Kagami and the Stranger met, it was minutely different. It was rougher, and that turned on the young high schooler even more.
The sixth, it truly did hurt, and despite how much he hated it internally, hated being hit like that, being used and discarded so easily, it was so blessedly wonderful and the blood and cum that flooded his mouth as he was hit and punched and taken so forcefully tasted so sweet and delicious.
The seventh week, he told himself that he wouldn't go, that he didn't need something so toxic in his life.
The seventh week, he showed up anyways.
Kagami took to getting to practice before anyone else, already changed and in the gym by the time the others got there. He stayed later, taking his time cleaning up the gym so that when he went to go shower and change, no one was there to see the fist shaped bruises and the blade-induced scratches that littered his body.
That is, until one Sunday when the Generation of Miracles, accompanied by Kuroko, burst in on him rebandaging the large, angry, red slash on his torso, with the gauze off and medicine in hand as he froze, hearing Kise's shouted, "Kagamicchi! What's taking so long!"
It took a full minute for anyone to move, all of them staring at Kagami and the irritated cut on his chest, and Kagami staring back, completely frozen like a doe in headlights.
And then Murasakibara spoke, right behind Midorima who was right behind Akashi and Kuroko, who were right behind Aomine and Kise. "Eh? Kaga-chin, you're hurt."
And it was then that the others noticed the other injuries that the one who saved them had. The bruises in all states of healing, the scabbed over scratches, the barely-there finger shaped bruises on Kagami's neck, that he'd been hiding with the concealer that was now sitting on top of his bag, waiting to be used.
Aomine spoke next, voice uncharacteristically soft. "Kagami, you okay?"
It was a way to start. To get help. A way to find out how to get out before he got hurt worse, a way to come clean and get clean. A way to save himself.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
It was his nonchalant tone that probably deterred further questioning as he finished bandaging himself, dressing, hiding his injuries like he had grown so used to doing while they watched him. It was in the way that he made it seem as if Aomine had done nothing more that ask about the weather.
The look in his eyes that clearly said to leave it alone.
All this made it so that even Akashi said nothing, just shrugged and shot worried glances at the tall redhead, who ate his food hungrily when they got to Maji Burger.
But it was also this nonchalance that worried the Rakuzan captain enough to call for a meeting after he and his former teammates saw Kagami back to his apartment, declining his offer to let them stay for a while.