It took Kuroo a few seconds to realize that the person that he has been dreaming about was standing around 15 metres away from him.

He quickly put his shoes on and sprinted out of the house, he may have fallen a few times, tripped of pebbles or over nothing, but his eyes were fixated on a boy in a middle of the street.

"Kenma!!!" Kuroo screamed, standing up quickly and running again.

Kenma slowly turned his head to Kuroo.

And that's when the world stopped.

Kuroo felt his face shatter into a billion pieces, those pieces into a billion more till only dust was left.

Kenma was there. He was standing. His hands bloody, his face all scratched up and his eyes...empty.

"Kenma..?" Kuroo asked quietly, watching as the Kenma's lips slowly trembled and a single tear rolled down his pale cheek.

With a few more steps Kuroo was standing in front of him, he pulled him into his arms, holdinv him closer than anybody else.

"Kenma... I don't know what happened, you don't have to tell me, but please.. Please let me help you, treat you and be someone you can trust" Kuroo whispered, hoping that Kenma heard him. And he did. He nodded slightly and felt Kuroo lift him off the ground.

Kuroo had to stand still for around 15 seconds before he realized that he was holding a person and not a small bag of feathers. He practically weight nothing,not to mention his spine that Kuroo could feel digging into his hands like knives.

He quickly walked back to his house, kicking the door shut behind him. He put Kenma on the sofa and rushed to the kitchen for a first-aid kit.

"Kenma.. I'll need you to take off your sweater" Kuroo said. He couldn't help, but notice Kenma's facial expression change. From scared to terrified.

"Kenma....I'm begging you..." Kuroo pleaded.

Kenma's small hands slowly reached his own sweater and with one swift move it was off.

Kuroo was left sitting in front of him speechless.

"I'm disgusting. I know." Kenma said quietly, trying to cover the scars on his arms, but failing miserably.

He shivered slightly as he felt Kuroo's cold hand touch his chest.

Kuroo just couldn't process the view in front of him. Kenma was practically a skeleton with skin. His ribs, his collarbones, every single bone was visible, not to mention all the scars and bruises on his small delicate body.

Somewhere inside anger started to boil and Kuroo knew that he would do something he would regret soon.

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Boi aren't you glad I'm a sick piece of shit who binge watched 4 seasons of supernatural

-hatari