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Kageyama grabs the last volleyball, and puts it away with the rest of them. Oikawa shoulder checks him as he walks past, and Kageyama stumbles.
“Sorry,” Kageyama mumbles.
Oikawa doesn’t even turn around to acknowledge him, heading straight out of the door. Iwa glances at Kageyama.
“I’m sorry about him, just ignore him.”
Kageyama nods as Iwa runs to catch up to Oikawa. He finishes up cleaning, then heads back home. The lights are off, and his dad’s car isn’t in the driveway, so Kageyama heads straight to the kitchen to make dinner. The house is dead quiet, but Kageyama is still careful not to make too much noise pulling out dishes, or mixing anything up.
Eventually the door opens, and Kageyama’s father walks in. Kageyama steps out of the kitchen, and waves at him.
“What do you want, boy?”
“I made dinner.”
“Good, I’m starving. Put it on the table, and go up the stairs.”
Kageyama nods, then heads back into the kitchen. He grabs the food, then takes it to the table with a plate and utensils. He goes up the stairs after that, knowing that he should get some homework done before his dad goes to bed, and he’s allowed to eat.
He barely makes it to his room before his dad screams his name. Kageyama freezes with his hand on the doorknob. He sighs, and heads back down the stairs. His dad is standing in the doorway to the dining room, red in the face, and obviously angry.
“What the hell did you make? Are you trying to poison me? This isn’t even edible!”
Kageyama frowns.
“I’m not sure what’s wrong with it, I’m sorry though.”
His dad crosses the room in a second, then slaps Kageyama across the face.
“Go to the closet and pick something for your punishment.”
Kageyama walks to the closet in the hallway. He opens it with shaking hands, and looks at the random items scattered around it. He got a concussion from the boot last time, and the umbrella left really noticeable bruises. So, he grabs one of his dad’s belts, and comes back. He’s still shaking as he holds out the belt for his dad to take.
Twenty minutes later, his dad storms out of the front door, leaving Kageyama on the floor. He’s bleeding from how hard his dad hit him. Blood is dripping down his arms, and bruises cover his back. Kageyama shakily pulls himself to his feet, and peeks out of the window. His dad’s car is gone, so he steps out of the house.
I can’t deal with this myself. What should I do?
Kageyama takes a deep breath, then starts walking. At first he isn’t sure that he’s going the right way, but eventually he finds the street he’s looking for. He knocks on the door, praying that he remembered the number right. Oikawa opens the door, and they stare at each other in surprise.
“I must have the wrong house. I was looking for Iwazumi, I’m sorry.”
“No, this is his house. He went out with his mom to pick up groceries. I didn’t want to go, so I just stayed here. What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I didn’t know who to talk to.”
Oikawa looks him up and down, his eyes widening further.
“Come inside.”
He steps out of the way, and Kageyama walks inside. He slips his shoes off, folding his arms to catch the blood with his shirt instead of letting it drip on the floor.
“What happened to you?”
“I got hurt,” Kageyama replies, his eyes filling with tears.
Oikawa stands completely still for a few seconds, obviously out of his depth. Then he leads Kageyama over to Iwa’s room, and sits him down on the bed.
“I probably shouldn’t sit here. I’m dirty.”
“You’re fine.”
Oikawa pulls a first aid kit out of Iwa’s nightstand. Kageyama looks around, taking in Iwa’s room. There’s a desk with homework scattered across it. There are posters on the wall, and volleyball stuff scattered around. A bookcase in the corner is full of school and fantasy books. Oikawa gently takes Kageyama’s right arm.
“What happened to you? I need you to be honest with me. What did this to your arm? Do you have any other injuries aside from your arms?”
“A belt did this to my arm. My dad was mad at me, but I’m fine. It’s just a few spots on my arms that need to be cleaned and bandaged.”
Oikawa makes a face.
“You dad did this to your arm?”
“Yeah, but it’s not a big deal.”
“Yes, it is. That’s abuse. Does he normally do this? Is that why you’re so reserved?”
“No, my dad says it’s because I’m autistic.”
“Kageyama, does he normally do this?” Oikawa asks, choosing not to question what Kageyama just said.
“Only if I do something bad.”
“What did you do?” Oikawa asks, sounding doubtful.
“I didn’t make dinner well. He didn’t like it.”
“You made dinner for him, and he didn’t like it, so he beat you?”
“Beat is a pretty harsh term.”
“But it’s accurate.”
Kageyama shrugs without moving his arm that Oikawa is holding. He lets out a pained hiss when Oikawa pours rubbing alcohol on his arm. Once he finishes cleaning his arm, Oikawa slowly wraps Kageyama’s arm in bandages.
“How did you hide this? We’re around each other so much, and we even change together.”
“It’s normally not so noticeable, and then I just stay away from people who are observant like Iwa.”
Oikawa pulls back, shaking.
“Are you ok? I can try to do the other arm if you’re not.”
Oikawa takes a deep breath.
“I’m fine.”
He grabs Kageyama’s left arm, and starts working on that one. He’s only half way through bandaging it when the front door opens.
“Can you finish this?”
Kageyama nods, and finishes wrapping his arm as Oikawa rushes to meet Iwa and his mother. Kageyama can hear them talking, but he can’t hear what they’re saying. Oikawa sounds scared and unsure. Kageyama turns back to what he’s doing. It’s almost ten minutes before Iwa comes in.
“Hey.”
Kageyama waves.
“I’m sorry that I came to your house without any notice.”
Iwa sits down on the floor, facing Kageyama.
“That’s ok. That’s why I gave you my address. It was so you could come here if you needed anything at all. We just want you to be safe.”
Kageyama hums, looking down.
“My mom is going to call someone, and you won’t have to go home.”
Kageyama looks back up at him.
“Where will I go?”
“I’m not sure yet. Either to one of your relatives, or a foster home.”
“I don’t have any family other than my dad, and my grandpa. He’s too old to care for me.”
Iwa hums.
“Then I guess you’re going to live in a foster home. My parents are going to make sure that you end up somewhere with people that are going to treat you right. They even have friends who foster, so maybe you’ll be able to stay with one of them.”
Kageyama nods.
“Ok.”
“Come on, you should come eat dinner with us.”
Kageyama nods again, standing up. He follows Iwa to the kitchen where Oikawa is putting plates together. They sit down to eat in silence.