Ok, I have no idea if this is what you were hoping for
because it’s kind of open ended but nevertheless I hope you enjoy! WARNING
mention of deaths for beloved characters (briefly but still fair warning). Nothing
overtly graphic.

The incessant banging on the gym door should have been a
clue that all is not right. Casting a glance at Kuroo, the tall bed head
captain being the last to leave with you after practice, you stride to the door
and open it. Standing before you is Yamamoto, his head hung, grasping the
side of the building.

“Yamamoto-san?” you ask reaching forward to touch him but
when he whips his head up you scream.

The sound of your terror draws Kuroo’s attention back to
you, his eyes widening as he watches you back away from the second-year ace. He
can see, even from this distance, something is terribly wrong. Yamamoto is
grunting, his voice a dry heave of sound and his neck…his neck has a huge gash
in it, blood trailing down.

As he reaches for you, Kuroo acts on instinct, tossing up a
ball and spiking it perfectly into his head making him fall over temporarily.

The impact makes you scream again but it does its job of
snapping you out of the horror haze his dead eyes held you in though you’re
still just standing there. In front of you, Kuroo can see more students, along
with some faculty, walking towards your location. It’s like all his wildest
nightmares coming true and he’s in fight or flight mode.

Surging forward, he shoves Yamamoto, or at least what used to be him, back into the courtyard,
slamming the door and bolting it. The pounding on the door echoes through the
large empty room and you cover your ears, crouching down to drown out the
sound, murmuring, “No, no, no…this isn’t real…wake up…wake up…wake up!” You’re
screaming the words now, overrun with panic but it all comes to a grinding halt
when you feel a sharp sting against your cheek.

Turning your face back to Kuroo, you can see he’s still got
his hand cross his body from slapping you. He drops to his knees, grabbing your
face between his hands and kisses your forehead swiftly. “I’m sorry, but you
can’t panic right now, we need to get to safety,” he says. Quickly, he stands
again, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the door that leads to the
storage room where a ladder to the roof access point resides.

Grabbing his phone, Kuroo selects Kenma’s number.

“Kenma, where are you?”

“On the train, why?” asks the setter.

Briefly Kuroo recounts what happens and the noises he can
still hear outside as he shimmies up the ladder, pushing with all his might to
open the locked door. Casting a glance at you, he moves the phone away from his
ear to ask, “Do you have the key?”

“The key to what?” he hears Kenma ask as you shake your head
and he goes back to the conversation.

“Not you, y/n and I are trying to get to the roof. Don’t get
off the train, tell the engineer not to stop and just get the fuck out of here.
Something bad is going down and it’s only going to get worse.”

“Stop joking around Kuroo,” Kenma dead pans but winces when
Kuroo shouts in the phone.

“Do I sound like I’m fucking joking?”

“Well, yeah, because you usually do,” he replies.

“Here, talk to y/n while I try to get this damn door open,
maybe she can convince you.”

You take the phone, your shaky voice affirming everything
Kuroo just said to Kenma. But as you’re talking you hear the train call its
next stop, the doors opening and loud screams coming from all around Kenma.

“What the hel-“you hear then he shouts, his voice louder
than you’ve ever heard it.

“Kenma? Kenma?” you yell but it’s no use, in his haste to
get away from whatever is happening he must have dropped his phone because all
you can hear is a cacophony of noise consisting of shrieks of terror, a low
rumbling and curses from people as they are attacked.

You feel your stomach lurch when Kenma’s voice comes through
the fray, screaming out that he’s sorry and that he loves you both. The line
goes dead and you throw up into the mop pail. From above you hear Kuroo
breathing hard, both in exertion and emotion, knowing that you were an auditory
witness to his best friend’s death.

Finally, the door snaps open, a cool rush of night air
descending. Reaching down, Kuroo hauls you up the ladder, pulling you onto the
roof with him.

All around you can see others who have done the same, barricading
themselves on the roofs until some sort of help arrives; presuming any can. Kuroo
pulls the ladder up, dropping it to the ground and slams the door shut. With a
moment to breathe, to think, he collapses to his knees, screaming out in agony
at the loss of his friends and most likely his family. He’s seen the movies,
knows the odds and they aren’t good.

Kneeling beside him, you touch his back, startled when he
draws you into a fierce hug, face buried in your neck as you both cry. How can
any of this be real? Sniffling, Kuroo looks up, wiping his face on his shirt, a
new grim determination setting in his eyes.

“We’re going to survive, y/n,” he says lowly, hand cupping
your face. Overcome with emotion, he kisses you, whispering against your lips, “I
hate that it takes this for me to tell you I love you. How fucking cliche is that?
But it’s true and I’m not gonna let us die.”

You believe him, despite the sounds of screams surrounding
you, despite the very likelihood that you’re going to die on this roof top if
you can’t get food or water; you believe him. Because you have to believe in
something and the scheming captain is your best bet.

Clutching his shirt, you look in his eyes. “I know you won’t
and…I love you too.”

The distant sound of helicopters draws both your attention to
the sky and a flicker of hope arises in your heart; for now, you can get away
from here and everything else…you’ll just have to wait and see.