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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck we’re all going to die fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck i haven’t even had sex in months fuck i don’t want to die a thirsty single woman fuck fuck fuck fuck we were supposed to be ridiculously skilled agents what happened fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fu--
Pain blooms on your left cheek, making you snap out of your trance. Looking forward, you realize Sugawara had slapped you in his haste to get you out of your thoughts -- thoughts that were running a million miles per minute because of the shit you just found yourselves in. You stare at him, still a bit zoned out but trying to decipher what the hell it was that he was trying to tell you.
His soft hands grasp your shoulders tightly and he shakes you real hard. This time, he’s successful in his attempt to get your attention. “Snap out of it, [Y/N]!” His voice is frantic and the panic almost wafts off of him in waves. “We have to get out of here, the mission’s a bust!”
It’s as if all at once, your senses return and you’re finally able to hear the shouting and gunshots fired all around you, the smell of gunpowder making you wrinkle your nose from the burn that lines your nostrils down to your lungs. Drops of sweat from exertion form on your hairline and run down your face and neck, not at all aided by the sweltering heat inside the safehouse. The whole ordeal is even made worse by the weight of all the weapons strapped to you, the usual comfort they provided absent.
A loud voice sounds from the hallway to your left, making you and Sugawara turn towards the source.
“What are you two doing just standing there?” Daichi, the Unit Captain, shouts, his brows furrowed so much it looks like he’s about ready to end the both of you. “Let’s go, the enemy’s already onto us! Fall back!”
Sugawara grips your hand tight and pulls you towards the direction that your captain took off to. You both run and run, but you struggle to keep up with his pace and as if luck would have it, you trip on a dead body, making you gasp for breath upon the impact of meeting the floor.
You groan, seeing Sugawara running to evade two black-clad men that are on his tail, ready to corner him. You understand that he had to leave you and you decide right then that even if you’re on your own, you’re going to escape this hellhole. You can’t die just like that.
No, you’re going to survive. After all, you think, you couldn’t die a lonely, single woman.
With all the resolve in the world, you stand up prepared to literally run for your life, but the moment you take the first step, your face meets the floor again. You shout a loud curse and another one after that upon seeing fresh blood on the floor. Lifting your hand to your nose, you sneer at the red liquid flowing, but you’re at least a bit grateful when you find that your nose isn’t broken.
Lifting yourself to a seated position, you realize someone is tugging at your foot - the same someone and the same tugging that caused you to fall face-flat on the floor. “Atsumu?” you say, incredulous.
“What the fuck?” you crawl towards him, trying to pull him upright so you can both run, but when you yank at his right arm, he yelps. Horror washes over your features when you see that his arm is dislocated.
Badly.
It looks like it’s going to fall off of its socket totally. “That bad, huh?” He says upon seeing your reaction. Shakily, you tell him that no, it’s not that bad and that no, the horror on your face isn’t for his injury at all.
You suck in a deep breath and move to his other side, pulling his good arm over your shoulder so you can support him.
Looking side to side, you try to look for a place to hide, figuring you couldn’t escape with speed because of your colleague’s state.
Turns out, Atsumu also sprained his ankle apart from the shoulder he dislocated. “What did you do, Miya? Did you fucking parkour on this mission? What the fuck,” you whisper-shout as you move towards a seemingly deserted hallway.
“Can you stop saying fuck?” he grunts, “I’m already hurt as it is, your whining will only injure my ears.”
You jab your fingers on his ribs, “Shut it or I’ll leave you here, Miya.” Another insult is already resting on the tip of your tongue and you’re just about to say it when--
The floor is eerily cold on your palms and your vision is spinning and blurring, almost as if a thin sheet of translucent material was thrown over your eyes. You want so badly to curse out the stupid fuck who smashed your head with a metal bat. Well, at least you think it’s a metal bat based on what the man in front of Atsumu is about to swing. ‘He could’ve at least made sure I lost consciousness totally,’ you think vaguely, scrunching your eyes in pain.
He’s just about to attack your colleague when he hears you whimper, a quiet but audible (and rather pathetic) “stop” coming from you.
Your consciousness is wavering when you see the man turn to look at you. He eyes your weak form crumpled on the floor, your hands cradling the back of your head where you were hit.
A pained, annoyed growl escapes your throat when he grabs you by the front of the bulletproof vest you’re wearing. If you could, you would have cursed the fucker and his face mask out. Lucky for him, you’re currently in a not-so-ideal state. Your head throbs upon each miniscule movement and you want to escape the sadistic little shit in front of you so you close your eyes and try to wriggle free from his hold.
However, he apparently has different plans. He kneels in front you and grips your chin so you’ll come face to face with him. “We’re gonna have so much fun with you, [Y/N].”
The oddly familiar moles above his eyebrow are the last you see before your face meets his fist.
Then your world becomes black.