Soooooo….considering some peeps wanted a continuation of
the Tendou scenario (this one right here) I thought, why not link it with this one? I hope you don’t mind.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of violence and harsh language. Also,
please know I LOVE Tendou but I’m making him a lot darker in this because it’s
AU. Really all the boys are because of theme.

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Iwazumi had recommended preparing for a rumble expecting
some form of retaliation from Shiratorizawa, particularly Tendo “the monster”
Satori. What he didn’t expect, what none of them expected, was a straight up
kidnapping.

Oikawa stands rigid and if his nails dig any further into
the flesh of his palm he’s going to be bleeding. Semi pats him down roughly,
pulling out his gun and handing it to Reon. “Hope that wasn’t expensive, cause
you ain’t gettin’ it back,” comments the blonde.

“Does it look like money’s a problem for me? Just shut the
fuck up and bring me the monster, I’m tired of waiting,” snaps Oikawa.

“Watch your mouth, loser,” Goshiki growls, “you gotta lotta
nerve comin’ here by yourself.”

“Enough,” sounds a deep voice. All eyes turn to the door
from which Ushijima Wakatoshi exits. He nods to the other three and they leave,
door shutting behind them. Ushijima walks to a chair, taking a seat as nonchalantly
as if he and Oikawa were sitting down to afternoon tea. He indicates one opposite
him but Oikawa shakes his head.

“I won’t be getting comfortable, Ushiwaka. I’ve got a score
to settle with your resident freak, so kindly stop wasting my time and let’s
get this over with.”

“You know, all of this could have been avoided if-“

“If you say one fucking word about merging Shiratorizawa and
Aoba Josai, I’ll strangle you. Knights and swans don’t belong together. Now,”
he takes a step forward, eyes menacing, “Where.Is.The.Monster?”

Ushijima remains silent, observing the man before him. He
has no doubt of Oikawa’s talent as a player and a leader; the two of them could
have been unstoppable together. Not that Ushijima is stoppable but having
someone of Oikawa’s caliber certainly would have made things easier.

Especially when dealing with the freak duo from Karasuno. He
shakes his head. Another problem for another day.

“Fine, if you insist on continuing to hold onto your foolish
pride, there’s no stopping you.” He snaps his fingers and another door opens.

Oikawa’s heart leaps to his throat when Tendou walks out with
his arm wrapped around your neck in a choke hold. Your eyes are blown wide,
tear stains evident and fear palpable. The scene before him is exactly why Oikawa was so hesitant to
get together with you. So many believed he didn’t date because of all his
fangirls and while that is partly true (because they could be just as bad if
not worse than the rival gangs he deals with), he knew being with him would
paint a target directly on your back.

“Let her go,” he growls deeply, eyes narrowed and fists
ready to fly.

“Tooru,” you whimper, pulse thundering in your ears. “You,
you came…”

“Ah, is the little princess afraid?” coos Tendou, arm
tightening slightly.

“I said let her go!”

“You have no authority here
pretty boy,” snaps the red head.

“And you have no right taking what’s mine! She had nothing to
do with what happened! Fuck, I didn’t
either!”

“A lack of control over your subordinates is a poor reflection
on your leadership, Oikawa. Their actions speak of the intentions of Aoba Josai
as a whole.”

“Is that so? And what about this? You let your guys run
wild? Do as they please and open doors they can’t close?” Oikawa hisses.

“The difference between what happened there and what’s happening
here is, I approved of this. Aoba Josai injured one of our own. It’s only
fitting that one of yours pay the penalty for such an infraction,” advises the
brunette ace.

“So take a pot shot, start a rumble, but kidnapping?”

Ushijima shrugs. “It was Tendou’s choice and he’s always had a flare for the dramatic.”

“Psychological torture is really the best form of retribution,” Tendou comments,
hand stroking your cheek making you whimper.

“What did you do to her?!” Oikawa roars.

Tendou grins. “Let’s just say, someone who’s been taunted
their whole life is really good at pushing the right buttons.
Right, ______?”

You take in a shuddering breath, tears pouring down your
cheeks as you meet Tooru’s eyes. The man holding you is right. He got in your
head so quickly, easily convincing you that your deepest fears were true. That
no one at Aoba Josai even likes you, would even care if you’re gone, that Tooru
probably moved on to a new girl (if he even noticed you were gone). He played
your insecurity like a fiddle, leaving you a huddled, broken mess without ever
touching you.

“You bastard!” Oikawa launches himself towards your captor
who flings you to the side like a rag doll. As you crash to the floor you hear
the impact of the two men, skirting around to witness them rolling about on the
floor. Oikawa looks fearsome, teeth clenched and eyes on fire as he strikes
downward. Tendou blocks the hit, squeezing Oikawa’s fist enough to make him curse
in pain.

The swan gets the upper hand, rolling on top of Oikawa and
dealing a vicious blow to his face. You cry out, desperate to help but unable
to move. Oikawa must have heard your outburst because in the next second he’s
managed to escape the monster’s clutches, grabbing him by the collar and
slamming him against the floor. Despite all that’s happened, all the monster
put you through, you don’t want to see this, don’t want the subconscious
knowledge you have that Oikawa has most likely killed in the past be brought to
reality right in front of you. You can’t handle it, it’s too much.

“Tooru! Stop, please! Stop!” you shout and he looks up. For
a moment, it’s like he doesn’t see you but then his eyes clear, his expression softens
and you exhale a sigh of tentative relief.

Looking back down, Tooru tugs Tendou up till his face is
inches from his own. “This ends now, keep your hands and your mouth to
yourself. Otherwise next time I won’t be so generous as to leave you breathing.”

He stands, wiping blood from a split lip and takes you into
his arms. He stops just as the two of you are passing Ushijima and looks up at
him. “Let that be a lesson to you and yours to never forget my “foolish” pride.”