Okay, okay lemme see here…. for a Bad Boy AU…. using Furihata, Yamaguchi, Okamura, Sakurai, and Yaku. Basically, the guys secretly being gang leaders, like, they hide it from their teammates, schoolmates, girlfriend… their everyday personalities are actually mild facades they use so no one would guess what they do after school lets out. One day, GF finds out because she is almost assaulted by a rival gang and the guys come to her rescue. Mild comical fluff? (if that is even possible) XD

I tried writing this in a style I’ve seen @sfw-haikyuu-nsfw
employ where there is a flowing narrative that incorporates all the characters
in “one” scene. I’m actually pretty pleased with how this turned out except that I completely forgot your request for “mild comical fluff” because I had a brief summary of the ask…whoops! Thanks for being ok with it changing, I hope you like it!

The shock of having her
feet knocked from under her and being pinned to the cold concrete stole her
voice momentarily. But then she’s screaming bloody murder. Clawing and biting
at her attacker she tries to get away but he’s too strong. Just when she feels
the tear of her shirt, her assailant is yanked off of her. Her eyes widen when
she sees who her rescuer is.

“You piece of shit, I thought I told you to stay out of my
turf!” Her eyes widen; she’s never
heard Yamaguchi use such language
ever. And his gaze is so hard and fierce she begins to wonder if he has a dual
personality. He stands rigid in a stare down with her attacker. “You best get
out of here if you know what’s good for you,” Yamaguchi almost growls and she
shivers. As he turns to look at her, he sees her flinch, the motion bringing
dullness to the fire burning in his eyes.

“_______,” Yaku
begins, reaching out hand, “Please I can explain-“

“Morisuke look out!” she shouts and he turns just in time to
dodge the sucker punch aimed at his head.

“You bastard!” he yells, moving swiftly to throw a punch of
his own.

She remains frozen, eyes wide as Yaku bobs and weaves, throwing
punches and kicks while obsorbing the same. She knew he had a temper from time
to time but this…this is something completely different.

And he knows what he’s doing. She gasps as more gang members
enter the darkening alleyway, faces full of ill intent.

Furihata knows he
has to get the upper hand and fast. He’s proven good at watching other’s
backs, but fighting on his own has always been more difficult. However, with
________ here, he knows he has no choice but to win. She’s depending on him
to protect her, even if she does currently appear to be just as afraid of him as
the asshole who attacked her.

Maybe more because suddenly he’s like a stranger to her. His
distraction leaves him open, the result being a swift kick to the gut which
takes him to the ground. In no time, he’s surrounded, his girlfriend screaming
in the background as he takes blow after blow.

Okamura covers his
head, irritated that he let his guard down so much that these ass wipes were
able to take advantage of it and bring him down. Blood is obscuring his vision
and it’s getting more difficult to breathe, no doubt thanks to the steel toed kicks to the
ribs he’s taken.

He’s finally able to reach the gun hidden in his waist band,
one shot then another echoing against the brick of the buildings. The deafening
explosions startle more than maim his attackers, his shots wild due to an
inability to see and a desire to make sure he’s not firing anywhere near where
________ is standing.

For the first time ever, he’s thankful to hear her screams.
It means she’s alive.

As the last of the punk asses who dared to mess with him and
his own flee the scene, Sakurai lays
still on the ground, too exhausted to move, his injuries making themselves
known with a vengeance as his adrenaline wears off. With tremendous effort, he
lifts his head, able to see _______ still standing frozen near the dead end.

His call of her name is weak but it seems to rouse her from
her stupor, her body flying forward to his position on the ground.

As she kneels next to him, he reaches up a bloodied hand to
her face, touching her gently. “I’m sorry,” he whispers before fainting.

Unsure what to do, she calls Aomine. Though she’s practically in
hysterics he manages to calm her down enough to get the information he
needs to come get them. On the way to their private hospital, she tries to pump him
for information but Aomine insists she wait to talk to Sakurai.

After all, it’s
his story to tell.

Imayoshi- The Danger of Assumption

A/N: Warning for violence and harsh language. Requester asked to be left in anon, so I’m posting this separate from the ask. Thank you for sending it in, I hope you like it!

He really should have
known it was only a matter of time before something of this nature occurred.
Imayoshi has been in the game of coercion and manipulation since he was young,
his skills initially applied to basketball and getting under his opponents’
skin.

Only now, the game is deadlier,
the stakes higher and he doesn’t take kindly to having the tables turned on
him.

“Where is she?” he asks,
tone genial, a smile on his face which sit inches from his captive.

“Fuck you,” hisses
Hanamiya, spit marring the clear lenses of Imayoshi’s glasses.

“Such an ungrateful
student,” murmurs Imayoshi removing the offended frames and cleaning the glass
with a cloth. Placing them upon his face, he looks at his former subordinate before
smacking him hard across the face. It’s more demeaning and Hanamiya knows it. “Really,
Makoto, I expected better of you.” Hanamiya’s grey eyes follow him as he paces,
Imayoshi idly flipping open then closed his beloved switchblade, a gift from ______
for Christmas.

“Like you’re one to
talk,” spats the bound man tugging on his restraints which only adds to the
burns on his wrists. “I know what you bastards did! And you swore, you fucking swore on your life that she’d remain
safe but you lied and because of you she’s dead!”

Imayoshi rears back,
hand slicing through the air like a whip connecting hard enough with Hanamiya’s
head for him to hear bells. “And this is what you get for making assumptions,”
whispers Imayoshi, drawing his face back to his own. Blood trails down his
temple, teeth gritting till he’s sure they’re about to break. “It wasn’t Too,
who killed your mother.”

Hanamiya’s eyes widen a
bit. “Who did?” Imayoshi smiles. “Fuck, tell me who did!”

“Shall we say,” Imayoshi
goes on, tapping his chin before meeting his eyes to Hanamiya’s, “a little “misdirection”,
was employed?”

Hanamiya can’t believe
what he’s hearing. There’s no way… “Seirin? Seirin?!!”

Imayoshi shrugs. “Guess
they aren’t as squeaky clean as everyone believes them to be, though if you
ask me-“

“Which I didn’t-“

“I think,” Imayoshi
continues right along, “it wasn’t intentional. Collateral damage seems most
likely, though still, the way her body was left-“

“Shut up!” Hanamiya
shouts, tears held fast in his eyes.

Silence descends in the concreate
room save only for Hanamiya’s heavy breathing. He fucked up, fucked badly. Not only did he take the wrong
person, he’s earned the ire, no, the retribution of his former leader which can
only lead to more problems.

“Your continued
existence in this world relies fully on your answer to my next question,”
Imayoshi says. Hanamiya looks up, already knowing what he’s going to ask. “Is
______ alive?”

At his nod, Imayoshi
feels his chest release, tension flowing out of him but he remains calm, cool
and collected. “You’ve made a dire error here, Makoto, one that will not be overlooked
or dealt with lightly.” Trailing around Hanamiya, he slices through the rope
with his knife, keeping it trained on him though he knows better than any
Hanamiya won’t try anything now. “I’ll decide the currency of your debt another
time, for now, kindly take me to ______. And if she’s been harmed-“

“She’s fine,” Hanamiya
interrupts.

“I’ll be the judge of
that,” Imayoshi assures.

Wakamatsu drives them to
Kirisaki Daīchi’s hideout, dragging Hanamiya by the collar to the door where he
knocks for entry. When they walk in, he orders Imayoshi’s girlfriend to be
brought to them. The hurried click of high heeled shoes is heard echoing on
metal stairs as she descends, flying into Imayoshi’s arms.

He pulls back, eyes
quickly scanning her and when he finds that she’s fine, at least physically, he
breathes a sigh of relief. “Let’s go home,” he affirms and she nods eagerly.

Looking over his shoulder
he comments to Hanamiya,” I’ll be in touch, Makoto. For now, your first orders
are: no retaliation to Seirin.”

“You son of-“

“You’re gonna earn the
right first,” Imayoshi insists. “For now, count your blessings that I don’t
level this piece of shit with you in it.”

He walks out with
_______under his arm, her shaking body all the evidence he needs to know
Kirisaki Daichi’s debt will take a long time to pay.

Okay! so I hope im doing this right ;v; but I’d love a scenario (or even just Headcanons it’s your choice!) for Bad Boys au, where Gang leader Oikawa rescues his shy/insecure s/o from a rival gang! (I know this is kind of unoriginal since you listed it in the samples…but I just really loved the idea////)

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.

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.”

Hi! I just reqested bad boys au with s/o who dies but i forgot about character limit so I would like to cut it out to Kagami Kuroko, Midorima, Akashi and Momoi if GoM+Kagami is too much. Thank you!:)

Hi! I did imagine/reactions and tried to hit as many of your criteria as I could but not
everything made it. I hope you still like what I come up with.

Trigger warning: Mentions of death and violence.

Akashi

He’s away on business when news of your death reaches him.
It was an assassination, one bullet to your forehead while you stood on the
balcony of his room. Reo’s crying can be heard on the other end of the line,
but Akashi feels numb. He blinks, eyes shifting from one color to two. “Find
them, Reo. Bring them to me unharmed.” It doesn’t take long for the offenders
to be caught, brought before the head of the Rakuzan. Akashi sits silent,
staring at the scum responsible for the loss of the light of his life.
Standing, he picks up a knife, checking its sharpness on the skin of his thumb.
“Her death, was quick and painless,” he muses. Turning a murderous glare upon
them he sneers, “Yours will not be.”

Aomine

“You idiot,” Aomine mutters taking a seat upon the ground
next to your headstone. It’s his usual greeting to you now since one stupid
decision, yours, took you away from him. Why did you have to jump in front of
him when that asshole pulled the gun? He could have taken the hit and kept on
going but no, his foolish girlfriend just had to be a hero. Sighing, his head
lands with a soft thud against the granite, your name pressing into his back.
Memories of that rainy night flood his mind, a voice he didn’t recognize
screaming, “The only one who can beat me
is me!” It wasn’t until later that he realized it had been own his voice declaring
what he knew now to be a lie. There was one person who can beat him; you. After
your death, he left Too, walked away from it all to live a life of solitude. Without
you here, there really wasn’t a point to try anymore.

Midorima

Staring at your empty shell in the hospital bed, ventilators
giving the illusion you’re still among the living, Midorima allows one tear to
trail down his cheek. “I told you to keep your lucky item with you at all
times,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you one last time. You look so
peaceful despite the bruises upon your face, ugly reminders of the beating you
underwent that took your last breath. Inhaling one of his own and cursing the
gods for their abandonment, Midorima gives the word to pull the plug. As the
heart monitor sounds, Takao chokes back a sob, trying to stay strong for his
friend and comrade. “Let’s go Takao,” Midorima announces after all the machines
are wheeled away, “it’s time to show those who would dare take from me the true
meaning of misfortune.”

Murasakibara

Murasakibara never thought he would reach a point in his
life where he hated food. But now, looking at your face from which all color
and life has been drained, he does. A box of chocolates, a fucking box of
chocolates seemingly sent to you from him and now you’re dead. Because he didn’t
take the threats seriously when he thought them to be directed at his own
person. He never even considered they’d go after you. And in such an
underhanded and cowardly manner too, using poison instead of facing their
enemies head on. Standing up, Murasakibara’s eyes gleam with fury. “Himuro, get
my hammer. I’m going to crush them.”

Kise

Loud wailing sobs echo in the alley, Kaijo’s golden boy inconsolable
as he holds your bleeding form against his body. Your spirit has long since
left, skin turning colder and colder as the seconds tick by. Kasamatsu stands rigid,
mouth moving but no sound coming out, horrified that you’re dead. The stabbing
had been quick and visceral, your attackers scrambling up the fire escape to
the roof while Kise and Kasamatsu rushed to your aid. When Kise’s cries begin
to die down to sniffles, his leader touches him on the shoulder. Kise looks up,
eyes red rimmed and blood staining his shirt.

“Can you stand?” .

Looking down at you one last time, Kise caresses your
cheek, choking out, “Sleep well, _____cchi, I’ll…I’ll see you again someday.”
He lays you down, grasping Kasamatsu’s hand with one covered in blood. “Come
on, it’s time to return the favor,” he vows, eyes going dark.

Kuroko

“Kuroko, I…I’m so sorry,” Kiyoshi mumbles. Your body lays on
Kuroko’s bed, a vicious rope burn evident on your neck. The members of Seirin
who found you hanging couldn’t leave you like that, opting to cut you down
before calling their leaders. Hyuuga reprimands them in the next room but he’s surprisingly
quiet in doing so, the loss of your life seemingly at your own hands weighing
heavily on the makeshift family. Kuroko’s eyes fill with tears looking at you.
Were you really so unhappy? Was there anything he could have-

His thoughts cut off when he notices something the others
missed. Kagami sees the shift in his expression, leaning closer to try to see what
his shadow does. “What is it Kuroko?” he asks drawing the attention of Riko and
Kiyoshi back to the bed.

Kuroko points to a puncture mark in the side of your neck. “She
didn’t kill herself, they sedated her then strung her up,” Kuroko announces to
the room as a whole. Everyone looks at him in shock.

“Who did?” asks Izuki.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to find out,” he replies
storming out of the room with Kagami in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the
rest of the gang to follow. They’ll go to hell and back again to send your
killers to their graves for what they did to you.

Kagami

Promises. Kagami has always been leery of them and for good
reason. Making promises almost always ends with someone being disappointed and
now is no exception. How could he have made that stupid promise so callously? Because
he never truly believed it would come to pass. Yet now, he here is, on a date
with someone who isn’t you because he made a promise. A foolish promise that
should anything ever happen to you, he’d move on, that he’d find love again and
be happy because you couldn’t bear the thought of him going through life alone
and miserable. And that he wouldn’t seek revenge because an eye for eye just
makes the whole world go blind.

But he knows, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow,
that he’s going to break both his promises in one night.

If only he hadn’t run his mouth at that rumble, if only he’d
stayed home that night, then at least you’d be dead together, dual victims of
the drive by orchestrated by Haizaki.

If only, if only, if only.

He stands, offering a half assed apology that he has to go
and walks out. He keeps walking until he reaches the gang’s hang out. Hyuuga
doesn’t question his early return, merely hands him his gun with a warning to
be careful and not get caught.

Momoi

For all her ability to anticipate her opponent’s moves, even
Momoi can be caught off guard and this time the cost of oversight is too much.
Her ears are still ringing from the explosion, her body sore from being thrown
violently by the shock wave of the car bomb. Standing slowly, grit and tar
clinging to her skin, she stares in disbelief at the mangled form of her lover’s
car, his body completely obliterated. Hysterical, she runs towards the flames,
caught at the last second by Aomine who she fights against in desperation. “He’s
gone, Satsuki!” shouts the blue hair. She looks in his eyes, shaking her head. With
gentleness unknown to be possible, Aomine touches her cheek and nods. “I’m
sorry, but he’s gone.” He allows her to collapse in his arms, holding her up.
Meeting the eyes of his fellow gang members he hisses, “Nobody sleeps until the
fucker who did this is six feet under.”

For the bad boy AU: TendouXReader. She shows up to a party she isn’t supposed to thanks to her best friend even when Tendou literally order her not to get involve with the people he is involved with, and some guys end up cornering her, and Tendou ends up getting in a fight with them. Thankss babee. I hope this wasn’t too much. You know I can’t control myself with this boy.

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.

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.”

[Bad Boys AU] Sakurai, a new recruit to the gang, is having a hard time keeping up that tough boy persona. Then one day, somebody on the rival gang decides to mess with his s/o and something in him just. Snaps. How’s that one? ;)

Warnings: Depictions of violence and foul language.

Sakurai, despite becoming a highly ranked member of the notorious
Too gang and fairly quickly at that, is not what one would call a tough guy.
For someone with tattoos and a penchant for torn jeans and a leather jacket, he’s
rather timid, a constant apology on his lips for anyone who will accept it (or
not). But that doesn’t mean he can’t
fight, he just needs the proper motivation.

And he’s about to run into a whole lot of it.

The day started out simple, Imayoshi issuing orders to make rounds of Too’s territory, collecting intel on rival gang activities and generally
making sure things are copacetic. Aomine walks lazily down the street, hands
shoved in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips. Beside him,
Sakurai casts furtive looks back and forth, keeping an eye out for trouble.

“Tch, what a shit job,” Aomine grumbles, tossing away his
addict stick, “I don’t see why Imayoshi has me doing this! Isn’t this type of crap for the underlings?”

“We…we have a presence…to maintain,” Sakurai mumbles, eyes
not quite meeting those of the blue hair.

Aomine huffs. “Yeah, some presence. How the hell did you even
make it into the inner circle, Sakurai?”

Sakurai opens his mouth, no doubt to apologize, when a
scream makes both of them stop in their tracks, heads whipping towards the
location of the outburst.

“Let me go!”

That voice, Sakurai knows it better than anything in this
world. He’s off like a shot, Aomine’s shouts of protest falling on deaf ears.
Sakurai doesn’t care if he follows or not, he’s going to you. He rounds a
corner into a dark alley, blood boiling when he sees street rat shit from he doesn’t
care where cornering you.

“Come on baby, you know you want it, why else would you be
down here?” says a tall male with slicked back hair, his
hands on either side of your head preventing your escape.

“Ple…please,” your voice quakes, “I…I don’t want any
trouble.”

“Well, doll,” coos another, his eyes blocked by shaggy
bangs, “that’s too bad, because trouble’s what we’re known for.”

“HEY!”

A shout draws all your attention, your eyes widening further
when you realize just who it is who’s done so. To your recollection, you’ve
never heard Sakurai shout, at least, not in anger. And you’ve never seen him
this enraged, not even while on the court.

“What do ya want, mouse?” spats your captor.

“Back the fuck off of my girl,” comes Sakurai’s reply, his tone
ice cold.

“Oooooo, so scary,” taunts a third member, an orange hair,
putting his hands up in mock defense.

“Shut that fucker up, Hara, “ the slick hair orders, returning
his attention to you as he continues, “Now, where were we?”

Hara blows a bubble before spitting out his gum
while cracking his knuckles. He takes one step forward but Sakurai is already
moving, focused on getting to you. He dodges his opponent’s grab, skirting around and
whipping his legs out from under him. Hara falls on his ass and receives a
vicious kick to the face, knocking him out prompting Yamazaki to pull his
knife.

Sakurai doesn’t even pause, grappling the taller male to the
ground hard enough to send the weapon clattering away under a nearby dumpster.
A swift punch breaks his nose, blood gushing from the orifice making tears
flood his eyes. Sakurai jumps up, hell bent on killing the bastard who’s
dared to touch you.

The commotion behind him makes Seto turn around
just in time to have his throat clenched tightly by Sakurai’s hand. With power
you didn’t know he had, your boyfriend slams him against the wall, head hitting
the brick with a sickening thud. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash
and cry out, “Ryo, no!” His eyes meet yours, fierce and determined. You place a
hand on his shoulder, gaze imploring as you whisper, “I’m fine, let’s…let’s
just go, ok?”

He pauses, but then nods, the flick of his wrist signaling
the retreat of his butterfly knife. Looking up into Seto’s eyes, he growls out,
“Next time I catch you even looking
at her, I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out.”

He releases his captive in favor of taking your hand and
leading you out of the darkening dead end. Aomine chuckles, “Shit, never knew you had it in you, Sakurai.”

“That’s what people get for touching what’s mine,” he
mumbles, drawing you closer and planting a kiss to your temple. “No coming out
here by yourself anymore, ok?”

You can only nod, thankful to be back in the safety of his
arms.