A Different Species || Haikyuu x Wolf!Male reader || My AU || Completed ✔︎

Chapter 11: 𝑆𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠

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Y/n panted as he ran as far as he can.
Away from the Fukōdani territory.

The wolf ran because he smelled the scent of an older owl.
He thought that Akaashi and Bokuto led the owl to him. Although it was just a misunderstanding.

The (h/c) haired wolf fell to the ground, scarring his arm.
He sat up and watched as his arm drip blood.

That makes him remember all of the other times he had scars.
He believes that scars are what make someone unique.

"They hold memories of the past. They show that you have grown from the past,"
his mother would say.

The wolf's (e/c) eyes sadden when he remembers his mother's soft voice.

"Scars hold strength, not weakness. They show that you've fought through tough times, and that you could do it again,"
his father would say.

(H/c) ears flattened oh his head as he remembers his father's smile.

"Scars are what make and break a person. If you live freely with them, you will live happy. If you live in despair with them, you will never move on,"
his aunt would say.

He misses his family.
His family was the only thing that will help him move on from life.
But now their gone.

He is alone.
Alone with his scars.
Alone with his thoughts.

The wolf looks up to the sky.
He watches the white clouds move and shift, making unnamed shapes.

'I hope you can see me, mother, father, auntie. I hope I can make you proud.
Me and my scars will carry on your legacy for as long as I can.'

Something warm falls down the (h/c)-ette's cheek.
He put his (s/c) hand to it and looked at it.

A tear.
A single tear.

He felt more warm liquids fall down his cheek.
He was crying.

The wolf sniffed as he viscously tries to wipe away the tears.
But they kept coming.

Maybe to was okay to cry right now.
The wolf can't hold it in forever, and the rest of his life.

A good cry will help cheer him up.

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A crying session was what the (h/c)-ette needed.

The wolf wiped the remaining tears away and let out a shaky breath.
He looked like a mess.

Red skin was around his eyes, cheeks, and nose from all they tears, rubbing, and sniffles. His (h/c) hair was now mess from gripping it. And his hands were wet from his tears.
But he felt relieved.

He hoped no one had saw him.
Saw him being weak, a cry-baby, a pup.

Y/n closed his (e/c) eyes and began to rest.
The moment was short lived, however.

A gunshot was heard near him.
(E/c) eyes widened.

The wolf quickly turned around and stood up.
He was faced with three humans, all with guns and tranquilizers.

'Oh... fuck....'

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[A/n: Scars are what make you beautiful, you are not a freak or a stitched doll. You are a human and you are beautiful just the way you are!
"No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful"]