One week. One more week and Akashi would return from his college trip in America. One more week and Kuroko would finally be able to find warmth in the redhead. Love.
One more week.
Seven more days.
Five more of struggle.
He laid in bed the entire weekend, ignoring the buzzing of his phone, getting up only to take showers, and eat whatever dry food he could find.
Happy Monday. Kuroko is up at six in the morning. Despite being completely unwilling to go, he still finds himself valuing punctuality. He combs his bed head, puts on layers and layers of clothes, and sits at the table, staring at the fridge, smelling the lilac air freshener.
He hasn't eaten a proper meal since last week ended. His stomach growls, but he knows, he knows that it would all go to waste. He gets up and leaves the house, skipping breakfast and grabbing a sports drink on his way out.
He sips on the liquid and forces it down his throat, mind spinning. He nearly chokes, dropping the bottle in favor of gripping the metal pole in front of him. He threw his head back, breathing slowly and carefully. He ignored the stares from the people around him. To them, he was just another lunatic in the world.
But he couldn't help it, he's swallowed enough-
He composes himself quickly and grabs the empty bottle from the ground. Tossing it in the trash can, he continues to his school, running a million thoughts through his brain.
Deeply lost in the night. . .
Ito is crawling up his thighs.
Just as one sometimes lowers one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the night. . .
They're both naked, exposed to the lens that wouldn't go away. Go away.
. . . And you are watching, are one of the watchmen, you find the next one . . .
And Kuroko screams, but no noise escapes. Only there to wallow in shame as his legs are spread apart. Ito laughs, it sounds so innocently wrong.
. . . Why are you watching?
The deed is done as Kuroko feels something hot and- and wrong pushed through his hole. It's not the same gentle caress he feels on his cheek, it's not beautiful red locks, red eyes that encloses his vision.
Someone must watch, it is said. . .
Kuroko only sees black as he walks straight into the school gate, missing the entryway by a few feet. His falls back and lands on the unforgiving ground, backside aching. Tiny pebbles are lodged into his hands from the impact.
"Tetsu-kun!" The teen looks up blankly and sees pink, yellow, and blue.
"Kurokocchi! Are you alright?" The three friends stand over the fallen boy, looks of confusion and concern spreading on their faces. Kuroko blinks and looks down at his hand. "Ah, Kurokocchi! Your hands!"
"I'm fine, Kise-kun." It sounds a little strained. Probably from all the screaming. They don't seem to pick up on it, or they did and chose not to point it out.
Aomine sighs, acting disinterested, but still holds out his hand. "Geez, running into the gate like that. Are you awake today, stupid Tetsu?"
He hesitates, but ends up gingerly taking his friends hand. He pulls the tiny boy up with ease, clicking his teeth. "Thank you, Aomi-"
"Are you sure you're alright?" Momoi's eyes are trailing up and down Kuroko's figure. He left no skin open, afraid they might see the purple and red marks on his limbs. He got away with it, as it was nearing winter. "You... look kinda pale."
"Kurokocchi's always pale!" Kise comes in, saving Kuroko from having to lie. "But there is one things that's been upsetting me. Why haven't you answered our texts, Kurokocchi!?" The blond whines, hugging Kuroko's arm affectionately. The cerulean haired male bit his tongue, trying to relax himself.
"Yeah, Tetsu. We were all gonna go play street ball with Bakagami. We needed another player." Aomine frowns, crossing his arms. Kuroko breathes in and out.
. . .Someone must be there.
"Sorry, I was busy-" His voice wavers for a second. He thinks he covered it up well. Momoi is sharper. "-with stuff."
"Stuff?" Kise questions. "Stuff, oh! You're preparing for Akashicchi to come back, right?"
"Akashi? Oh yeah, you guys are sharing a room right?" Kuroko nods and Aomine looks off the other way. "Figures. You two always got along the best in high school..."
Kuroko nods again. They think the two were just sharing expenses. But they've been sharing more than that. "Akashi-kun likes a clean house, so I've been making sure everything's in shape." He lies.
"Is that so?" Momoi smiles strained.
Kuroko watches. She simple turns around, beckoning for them to follow. "Your classes start in ten minutes. You boys should hurry." Momoi is exceptionally bright. That frightened Kuroko.
4:00 p.m. Office 121.
"-ome. Plea-"
Ito gives no leeway, sucking and rubbing, running his spongy tongue all down his penis. Kuroko can't look, he can't look at anything. His teacher, the camera, the tv in the back, his own disturbing body, filled with pleasure and nausea. It hurts- it feels good- it hurts- it feels great-
"Home." Kuroko breathes, suffocating. "I want to go home. Please let me go home." He wants to smell lilacs and Akashi, not- not this. The pungent odor of body fluids and moist skin.
Ito continued his assault, unrelenting. Fingers lacing their way into his skin. He gasps onto the boy's chest. "Home?" He grins as his fingers pump. "Kuroko-kun. We're just getting started."
"No- Please stop. I don't like that!" Kuroko pushed back, but it felt as if he was trying to shove a boulder. "Get your hands off me, you-"
Ito grunted, pinching Kuroko's dick on the head. The boy whimpered, shifting. It hurt, it just hurt. The sweaty figure was unreadable as his face got closer and closer. Kuroko could see his open pores.
The beady eyes squinted as he smiles. "Sensei, Kuroko-kun. Where did that oh so polite student of mine go? It's, yes, Sensei. Please, Sensei." Leaning closer to his ear, the man slipped the tip of Kuroko's ear in his mouth and sucked. "It feels good, Sensei. Understand?"
"Y-Yes, Sensei." Kuroko stammered, turning his head away. His face was too close. His disgusting face.
Get away from me you sick freak.
The days continued. On and on.
"Hello Tetsu-kun!"
"Kurokocchi!"
"What's up, Tetsu?"
"In 1834-"
"Use the variable to-"
"Add the sodium chloride to the base-"
Kuroko felt like he was drowning.
"Hello, Kuroko-kun."
"Today we'll be doing the same."
"Suck, touch."
"Pretty boy-"
"Pretty face."
"Yes, Sensei."
"It hurts, Sensei."
"Ah, ah, ah, S-Sensei! Ah!"
Moans and touches. Sound and feeling. What was that anymore? Kuroko closed his eyes. Kuroko covered his ears. Senses were just that; senses. Pain was just pain. Kuroko could handle it. Kuroko was strong.
But a thought slipped past the blue eyed boy. Everything that man had been doing, everything that he had put him through, was not the worst yet. Molestation was one thing. Rape. Well, that was an entirely different concept.
Kuroko sucks in, bobbing his head to please the monster. The man groans, noise. His thick fingers run through Kuroko's baby blue hair, touch. He kept going, harder, more passion. Deep throating and slurping on the salty cock, taste.
But something was different.
At the last moment, Ito violently ripped the boy away, shoving him onto the floor. The tiles were cold, tingling against Kuroko's open skin. Frigid.
"Sen...sei?"
Ito is crawling up his thighs. Kuroko's face registers as his legs are slowly pushes open. Musky, musky, the air is deep and humid. Drowning.
"You... No! Please- stop-"
Pleads reach deaf ears. Ito laughs. It sounds like nails against chalkboards. Kuroko's ears are ringing. His head is spinning. He's hyperventilating- he can't breathe.
"Stop! Help me! Get away!"
Ito doesn't even bother to shut him up. Leaning down and sticking his tongue into Kuroko's hole. It's not tight, he's done such things before. But that was with Akashi. Only Akashi.
"-off of me! Help- I can't- Please-"
Ito is pumping his own dick, readying himself. Lining up. He can't. He can't!
But the deed is done as Kuroko feels something hot and- and wrong enter him. He screams. He screams. Someone has to hear him. Someone. Anyone. God? There is none in Kuroko's world. There couldn't be.
In and out, Ito ravages his body. In and out is all Kuroko can do to keep breathing. Keep breathing, I'm alive. I'm breathing.
"So hot. Tight. Fuck, Kuroko-kun." Kuroko cried. His hands clung to the floor, scraping nails against the hard tiles. Anything, he wanted to grip on to anything.
So he leans forward and wraps his arms around Ito. Crying, screaming, moaning. Hot words are launched as the pain warps into sickening pleasure. His mind is slipping, his sanity can't do this.
So he pretends.
Akashi-kun is larger than he remembered. Akashi-kun is sweatier than he remembered. Akashi-kun is smellier than he remembered. Akashi-kun's voice is deeper than he remembered. Akashi-kun is more revolting than he remembered. But it's okay. Because it was Akashi-kun.
Right?
His eyes are shut. He thinks of red. He soaks it in. Akashi-kun. Akashi-kun is making love to him now. He's on the floor, but it's with the man he loves.
He cums, back arched, yelling into the dirty room, adding more stains to the walls. Ito hunches over, groaning, moaning, and releasing into Kuroko. The small boy gasps as warmth fills his chamber. So good, so good.
But when he opens his lids, he sobs at the sight.
It was 8:00 a.m. in Kuroko and Akashi's apartment. It's quiet and strange. The cerulean-haired boy leans over the ceramic sink, applying the foundation. It was embarrassing walking into the drug store only to buy make-up, but he assured himself, people will just think it's for a girlfriend or sister. They can't judge you. They don't know.
But of course, he still felt shame as he had to look at the cashier with his sunken eyes. He was in terrible condition, but the cashier knew asking about it would be quite rude. So Kuroko had little to no trouble with that.
He put concealer around his eyes, giving them volume again. They still looked dead, but at least his dark rings weren't as obvious. The boy also applied blush, around his cheeks, giving himself just enough color to look alive.
Examining his handiwork, Kuroko felt proud. He looked okay. He looked-
Empty.
So, he summoned all his strength and stared into his reflection, imagining red hair and sharp eyes looking back at him. Using all his strength, he's lips upturned slowly and shakily. An awkward smile took form. The moment it came, it was replaced with a look of disgust. It was scary.
An hour passed of fake smiles and sullen frowns before it finally came. It was a small beam, but it began to look real in the mirror. Kuroko continued his farce, smiling, happy. "Welcome home, Akashi-kun." He practiced.
It felt fulfilling, if not a little forced.
A silver car pulled up into the lot, and Kuroko rushed out of of the building. Two employees passed Kuroko, luggage in hand, presumably there just to drop it off. But Kuroko ignored the rest, waiting until the door opened.
"Welcome home, Akashi-kun." It slipped off his tongue so easily, like honey. Practiced until perfection. The redhead, one suitcase in hand, smiled softly at his 'roommate.' Placing the luggage down, Akashi walked forward toward Kuroko. His discarded suitcase was swiftly taken by another hired man and ran up to the apartment.
As Kuroko's eyes met with sharp, yet soft red orbs, he nearly lost it. But he stuck to his plan, pouring his soul into his next radiant smile.
"I'm back, Tetsuya."