Istfg, I literally can't look at him the same way after writing this heart-piercing story. Who else is like that?

But holy shit HIS SIDE PROFILE-

Reader POV

Kageyama once again was beating me.

"Why can't you just love me?!" He screamed into my ear.

Oh, I don't know. You murdered so many people, abused me, raped me, the list could go on.

No words came out of my mouth.

The voices continued to haunt me, with Sugawara and Daichi joining their voices.

Kageyama hit my bare back with his belt, the marks stinging in addition to the cuts he made with the knife.

"God damn it!" Kageyama hugged me tightly, dropped his belt onto the bed. His tears stained my shirt, which moved downwards a bit when he lifted me back up. "Please love me, (y/n)."

He pressed his lips to mine after turning me around.

"Love me."

"Love me."

"Please love me!"

When I didn't respond, he leaned his head onto my chest.

"(y/n)..."

"I can't loose you too."

"Please...just smile."

I was silent.

"You won't listen, huh?" He gripped my shirt, anger radiating off him. "Then...then maybe it's better if you hate me. That's it. We're going to move. You obviously don't enjoy this home."

I listened as he packed things up.

Around midnight, he slammed me into the trunk of his car.

He had spent the day cleaning up everything with hydrogen peroxide and pneumonia just in case.

"You'll stay in here until we get...home."

He closed the trunk after kissing my forehead.

Kageyama POV

I had made sure not a single speck of DNA was left in the house.

I replaced the shattered mirror, once again looking at myself.

My once-shiny raven locks were unkept and longer.

There were bags underneath my eyes and I truly looked like a psychopathic murderer.

I made sure (y/n) was all set before I looked one last time at the mansion.

She refused to eat anything again.

Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes dull.

I walked past the graves of the people I killed. They were simply marked by rocks on the porch.

Daichi, Sugawara, her parents, Hinata-boke, the three Tsukishimas, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Jae, Nathaniel, Yachi, Yamaguchi, and Shinsuke.

I clicked my tongue as I placed the journal that I wrote in to keep track of everything.

Two names joined the list of people I killed.

Sawamura Daichi and Sugawara Koshi.

I drove into the dark woods, making sure to check everything once more.

There was a house-abandoned for over fourty years.

[That house is actually in a woods near me]

In the darkness, I picked up (y/n)'s sleeping body, taking notice of her tear-stained cheeks in the pale moonlight.

I held her close, tears streaming down my face.

Monster.

You're never going to be anything worth caring for.

If you can't even be the setter to the top ace in the whole of Japan, you don't deserve anything.

I opened the door to the house and placed the sleeping female on the couch.

Over the past few months whenever I could, I would come here to fix up the house.

It was abandoned and the surrounding mountainside was cruel and unforgiving.

If (y/n) even tried to escape, she would get caught in the hundreds of traps I set up.

I put some food in the fridge. I had gotten the appliances to work and there was even running water.

(y/n) started speaking in her sleep, her body moving violently on the couch.

"No...Tobio, please don't kill him....!"

I came closer to her.

"You killed two of our children. You're a monster."

"My family. I didn't even get to say goodbye."

"Murderer."

I bit my lip. "(y/n), you don't understand. Everything I did was for you. For us. You wouldn't have loved our children. Not to mention that...you hate me."

Flashback

"What do you mean you didn't get into Shiratorizawa?!" Grandpa shouted as he slammed down his papers.

"I...the school didn't accept me,"

Grandpa scoffed. "Of course not. You're not in the game, Tobio. If you can't even set to the best ace in the nation, you're nothing. Now get the fuck to your homework or so help me god, I'm going to make sure you don't eat for the next week."

Miwa bit her lip as Grandpa continued to put me down.

Neither of us could stand up to him ever since our parents died in a car crash when I was just a month old.

Grandpa reminded me each time he would hit me for not setting properly or playing any other position incorrectly that it was my fault.

"If you want to sleep with a blanket tonight, you'll fix that jump-float serve of yours."

It was currently 2 degrees Celsius and snow dotted the area.

"If you want something to happen, you'll supposed to use any and all means to get what you want. Now practice that again."

End of flashback

I carried (y/n) up the creaking old steps, careful so I wouldn't hit my head on the rim of the door as I walked into the master bedroom.

It was nowhere near as fancy as the mansion, but it was good enough.

The neighbors were getting suspicious when they saw me dragging Sugawara's body out to the end of the gate- chopped up into pieces and in a trashbag.

I knew I couldn't risk bringing us back there, even though I envisioned (y/n) and I raising our family there.

"Ha...as if she'll ever let me touch her again in that way."

(y/n) had stopped speaking in her sleep.

I changed her into something more comfortable after fixing up her many injuries.

I traced my fingers along the arm that had my last name carved onto it.

(y/n) looked so sad. I knew I had to at least do something.

I walked outside, letting out a puff of air.

The monster inside takes control. I can't control it...and that's why I'm so afraid I'm going to wake up one day and you'll be dead.

That's why I don't trust myself.

I'm a monster.

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Grandpa Kageyama wouldn't do that.

But for story purposes, roll with it.

No more updates today. I updated this story six times today.