Hinata-

A knock at the bathroom door has me shifting further into the bath tub. Shaking despite how hot this water is.

"What happened, Shouyou?"

Kenma's voice is unreadable as always. Emotions covered behind whatever mask I'm sure he also has for whatever reason he feels like he needs to have it up.

I want to tell him. I almost feel inclined to tell him what happened, but I know what will happen if I do. One of two things honestly. He either won't believe me and think I'm making it all up for attention, or he could call the police. I cannot have that happen.

"Nothing really happened. I came out to meet some friends. I got mugged."

My voice doesn't quite sound like my own, and Kenma doesn't even push for anything further. I'm grateful for him in more ways than I could ever say.

I get out of the bath with clothes being laid outside the door for me. I change quickly so I'm not exposed for very long.

I don't hear Kenma walking around.

My brain tells me I must get back to the people my parents sent me off with. I'll be in a lot of trouble if I don't get back. So I sneak down the hallway with the front door in my sights. I hate to leave like this, but my life is at stake if I don't get back.

A quiet squeak emits as I open the door. Another door in the house thuds; I shut the door before quickly running down the same path they brought me from the park. I vaguely remember the hotel the group is in. I'm sure if I saw it I would remember it.

The concrete hurts my feet as I run. My whole body aches against the bruises and probable broken bones under my skin. This is the life, the lie, I live to keep my family looking happy.

I see it in the distance. Bright lights. Big hearts. Love hotel. It's much easier to rent a room for a night here than most others that see each person as they come and go.

My eye catches a familiar face before I make my way into Roppongi. Bright white hair, big yellow eyes. An unfazed friend next to him.

"Come on! We can go back and play!"

"We've been out for hours. Our camp is in a few days."

The white haired guy catches me staring at him. We lock eyes and this causes the black haired male next to him to look over as well.

Bokuto and Akaashi.

My heart jumps to my throat and my stomach drops. I could be sick.

Eyes widen in recognition.

Before they can get close I'm off and running towards the hotel.

It takes only moments before I'm grabbed by a strong grip.

Deer in headlights.

It's one of them. A Russian man.

"Oh thank god. I got lost and these guys were chasing me!"

I manage to start to cry, and the man believes me.

He comforts me in a very thick accented Japanese I can barely understand as he leads me back into the hotel.

"We'll keep you safe!"

The woman with the group comes out with her camera. Her Japanese very cute sounding, very intentional.

"We'll make sure we get you back to your parents alive!"

And the third person begins to strip each piece of clothing off. Piece by piece. Picture after picture taken in sequence.

Then my eyes are covered by a tight cloth. Pushed onto the floor. I hear a lighter being flicked open; the smell of the cigarette being lit. I know what's coming.

Extreme burning on my hip.

I bite my lip.

I can't make a single noise.

I have to be good.