When I imagined this AU, I didn’t really take into
consideration how dark it could be, so I apologize if I’m running more in that
vein maybe than people were wanting or expecting. I will try to set warnings so
people know which posts to avoid.

Warning: Depictions of violence and harsh language.

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You shouldn’t be here, you really, really shouldn’t be here,
crowded into a dark corner watching as the house you’ve been drug to
by your supposed best friend continues to fill up with more and more people.
For the most part, they don’t look too threatening, the majority people who
heard through the grapevine about a “killer house party” in the neighborhood.
Which is how you, a fringe member of the Shiratorizawa gang, ended up surrounded
by Aoba Josai knights. It isn’t because you want
to be here, it’s because you felt you had to…to protect your best friend…who is
currently making out with a boy whose name you’re fairly sure she doesn’t know.

At best, it’s uncomfortable being the only Shiratorizawa
member here and at worst, dangerous because of the bad blood between Aoba Josai’s
leader and your own. But you won’t leave her and so you stand quietly trying
to blend into the wall to wait until she’s done having her thrill.

Being the girlfriend of a high ranked gang member, you have
a better understanding of the goings-on behind the scenes, the reality of the
violence behind the romanticized notion of being with a bad boy or girl. But
you wouldn’t trade Tendou for the world; he treats you like a queen which is
why not only are you dealing with feelings of irritation and nerves, but guilt.
Because he told you never to come here and you can see why in the form of two
members who’ve spotted you.

It was stupid, really, to place yourself in a section of the
room with no quick exit, no way to get out if you were cornered and that’s
exactly what you are.

“Well, well, well,” one of them says, smoothly sidling up to
you, voice dripping with attempted seduction, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s yer name,
sweetheart?”

“I…um…that is,” you stutter, knowing that to give your name
would be suicide in this den of lions.

He chuckles, leaning closer into your space. “What’s the
matter? Cat got yer tongue?”

You shake your head rapidly, crowding back further against
the wall only encouraging him to step closer but when he catches sight of
your necklace, the one with a beautiful white swan, he lets out a bark of
laughter loud enough to catch others’ attention. His eyes narrow, fingers
coiling around your wrist like a snake and you feel your pulse thundering in
your veins. “You’re really stupid to have come here, bird brain.”

His sharp tug has you crying out in surprise, body flying
from the dark corner to a suddenly very and unfortunately bright room. “Looks
like we’ve caught ourselves a stray swan,” he bellows loudly bringing more eyes
to stare and burn upon your skin.

“They’re sending bitches to do their recon now? How far the
mighty have fallen,” another pipes up from the couch. You look up, imploring
your friend to go get help. Somehow she reads your mind and scrambles off before anyone really sees her.

Turning your attention back to your abuser you say as
strongly as possible, “I’m not here on recon, I was with my friend but we were
just leaving.”

Another grabs you by the collar, hauling you to your feet, a
deep dark sneer on his face. “I don’t think so, baby cakes, you’ve got a lot of
nerve comin’ here and you ain’t leavin’ till we say so.”

“What do you want-“ you begin but are cut off by another
exclamation, this time from a female voice.

“It’s her! She…she belongs to the monster!”

The one holding you looks in your eyes, grin spreading to a
maniacal width. “Oh, this is just too
good. I owe that freak some pay back.” He flicks out a knife making you
whimper in fear which he devours like a hungry wolf. You feel the cold press of
steel against your cheek followed by a stinging heat as he slashes down,
drawing a thin red line upon the smoothness of your skin.

“Let’s send the monster a carved-up swan as a present,” he
declares, the series of hoots and hollers in agreement making your blood run cold.
Just as more are closing in, a loud outburst of surprise is the only warning
you get when your abuser is wrenched violently backwards sending you to the floor.

“What the fuck!” shouts another, the distinct sound of fist to flesh meeting your ears. 

More jostling, more shouting, some screams from the girls
still in the room. You turn around on  hands and knees, horrified to see
Satori surrounded by knights. A second later, one of them falls to the ground
clutching his stomach, followed by another being flung into the couch toppling
it backwards. Watching Satori fight, you’re suddenly very aware of how he came
to be known as “the monster.”

His hair is wilder, made so by the attempted grabs and pulls
from his opponents, his eyes blown so wide in his fury that you fear he’ll pop
a vessel. His teeth are grit, grim determination in his countenance as he takes
on knight after knight, some getting good hits in before they’re tossed or
kicked aside. Anyone else at this point would have been overwhelmed but Satori’s
instincts in fighting and his ability to guess from where the next attack will
come are frightening. He catches punches that should have met with his face,
avoids leg sweeps like he’s skipping rope and manages to connect what look
like flailing limbs to their targets with shocking precision.

But even he can’t keep this up forever and the two of you
are surrounded. Eventually some knights corner him, locking his arms out
leaving two others to punch and kick him viciously, your screams of protest and
begging to stop falling on deaf ears.

“What the fuck is going on here!” a voice bellows from the stairwell
and all motion ceases, attention turning to the second in command of Aoba Josai
as he descends the stairs. Iwaizuimi reaches the bottom landing, eyes narrowing
when he sees just who it is his gang has in their clutches.

Racing forward, you startle him when you fall to your knees
and bow. “Please, Iwaizumi-senpai, make them stop. We’re sorry, I’m sorry, for
being here. I was with my friend…and…I didn’t want to be here but she did and-“

“Be quiet,” he orders roughly. Looking at his underlings,
Iwaizumi flicks his wrist, the motion like the unlocking of a key because the
next second Satori is released. “Get what’s yours and get out,” he directs to
him.

Tendou stands up, blood running down his temple and hauls
you to your feet. He’s beat to hell but you’re the one struggling to stand so
he draws you into his arms in a cradle. Looking at your face which will no doubt be
sporting a scar, he flicks his gaze to the one who cut you.

“Watch your back, pretty boy, this isn’t over,” he growls
and walks out.

When the door shuts, Iwaizumi breaks up the party, sending
the rough and rowdies to get their punishment from Kyotani for acting without
orders. As he retreats  to the sanctity of his office, Tooru’s voice from the door way of his gives him pause. “And what was that all about?”

Glancing in the room, Iwaizumi sighs heavily. “I think we’d better
prepare for a rumble, the monster isn’t going to take his girl getting cut
lightly.”