[Book 1]
Your friend demands that you be the script writer for the supposed love story between her and Oikawa Tooru.
Or in which you're forced to shove two people together, painstakingly describing their romance arc, as you slowly fall for the volle...
A/n: TRIGGER WARNING FOR PANIC ATTACKS! Also buckle up cuz this is a long one folks- tragic backstory here we come-
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The start of you and Rin’s supposed friendship had been very, very messy. At the time, your mother had been diagnosed with cancer, and you were already slipping into a state of immense paranoia and anxiety. Due to this, making friends was out of the question, as everyone could only see you as a mentally unstable student who would probably drop kick them if they came near.
(That wasn’t entirely inaccurate. Drop kicking people became a pastime during that period of your life.)
However, you met Rin when you were paired up for a school project; the teachers had placed her with you, in hopes you’d mellow out around her rather shy and passive personality. At first, it didn’t work. You refused to work with her, skipping out on all of your study sessions together, and doing your bit at home, in the comfort of your own room.
“Why won’t you do this with me?!” she cried out, in the middle of class, tears brimming in her eyes. “I could help you, you know! Just stop avoiding me!”
“I don’t need your help, Yukira!” you shouted back, fist clenched at your side, feeling your breath shortening. Everything seemed to be caving in, as suddenly you were the focus of all the other students’ attention.
“What does that even mean?! I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but if there’s something I can do to help, please tell me!” Rin took a step towards you, hand outstretched.
Panic overtook you, and you slapped her hand away harshly, eyes wild and feral; the gasps of your classmates echoed in your ears, and you stumbled out of the room, trying to find somewhere to hide. Your feet tripped over themselves, as you hyperventilated, before you slumped against the wall, closing your eyes, and allowed yourself to succumb to the anxiety attack.
Why here? Why now? Why you?
A hand grasped your shoulder gently, and rubbed it soothingly, causing you to shudder in shock. “Hey,” Rin’s soft voice rang out, barely audible above the sound of your laboured breathing. “Open your eyes for me.”
Too frantic to disobey, you lifted your eyelids a crack, and squinted at Rin, who’s eyes were calm, yet sympathetic, as she comforted you; she slid her arms around you, and drew circles on your back. Ever so slowly, your heart returned to normal, and your body slackened, exhausted from what had just proceeded.
“I’m here,” Rin whispered. “I’ll keep you safe.”
In the moment, you believed her.
-
After that, you begrudgingly let Rin know what was going on with you and your family, and finally indulged in some work with her. She was incredibly kind about it, even introducing herself to your father, and giving him a card that she’d made for your mother.
