Historia. | Kuroo Tetsuro

E P I L O G U E

trigger warning: mention of self-harm, suicide, and rape.

When I was younger, I saw a girl at an orphanage. I liked her, but I was with someone else. I wanted to give up, but who knew that we were going to cross paths? I didn't. I wasn't expecting it, and I wasn't expecting to be the one to hold her close.

Well, she's beautiful. She's cute, kind, loving, and joyful, and she was selfless. She was hurting but whenever I saw her there, she would smile at her siblings and laugh along. Her physical appearance was showing me there was something wrong, but there were times when she was genuinely happy. I think... I loved how she was very strong-willed. She's.. strong, just strong.

We met, we crossed paths, and we lived with each other. She pushed me away countless times at first, but I couldn't help but run over to her whenever she needed help. Even though she tried pushing me away, I wanted to stay. I wanted to help her because I didn't want her gone. I met her for a few times, been with her not too long, but I didn't want her to disappear without a word.

I broke up with my girlfriend. I broke up with her because I didn't love her, and I loved someone else. Someone who never failed to make me worry, or to make me feel bad, or to just scare me with the cuts she had. I knew she had problems, and I knew she struggled. I couldn't keep staring at her without doing anything. I wanted to be there for her. I did stand with her.

Many people called me a playboy, a two-timer, and many called her a slut. I was hating on those people behind her back. I didn't like how they spoke without knowing her. They didn't like her because she was the girl that nearly killed three girls from shock because she attempted suicide. I was glad I was there to catch her before she fell. I'd live with two haunting traumas and I wouldn't like that.

Well, she became my girlfriend. She loved me, and I loved her. I stayed right with her. I took her with me when I moved out of my parents' house, but I didn't think it would turn out to be that way. I violated her, I raped her. I said I would protect her, but I hurt her like that. She was afraid of me, but she was scared of losing another someone so she forgave me on a whim.

Long story short, our road was hell of a ride. It was painful, disrupting, not wonderful. She kept running away, and I kept pinning her down. I got into an accident, and got back to hear that she was leaving the country to reside in France. I was scared. After I got better, I thought we would settle... back then I thought she was crazy, but no. Things went for the better of us both.

Gone for three years, but it was fruitful. She still loved me and I still loved her, despite the poison of doubts she drilled into my head when she left. I got her pregnant, and sometimes, she makes the weirdest requests. Like for instance, sex. I wanted to laugh, but she was serious. Sometimes she really asks for it, and even though, it was quite tempting.. I can't. She could die from the condition she had.

Now it's all good. We got married, and months after that, she went into labor. Today, I am just taking a quick break from being a husband and a father. Those 8 and a half months were insane.

"She makes the most insane requests, at the most unexpected times," I say as I take sips of my alcohol.

"You have to get used to it. Misaki asked for that to, but of course, I didn't give it. She even asked for it right in front of our 7 year-old. You know—Emika asked me what was sex and as a parent, how the hell am I supposed to dodge that question???? Luckily, but unfortunately, she got sick and forgot about the question."

"It's unfortunate that she didn't ask you anymore?" Kenma hits my head and glares.

"It's unfortunate that she got sick. You're really gross." I just laugh and take a sip, when the door chimed.