✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♛ Before this chapter proceeds, a big thank you to Akaashi on discord for helping me out with some plot points. You rock ♛ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
"akaashi keiji, come to the office please"
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the bullying started in 3rd grade.
it started out small
like any other thing would.
it was harmless, insignificant teasing that akaashi didn't take to heart.
it didn't bother him if they hadn't shared the same tastes as him.
it didn't bother him that he still kept the tiana plush in his cubby while he was in school.
if he had heard "gross" or "why do you still keep that thing around?" he would just ignore it.
their attention wasn't what he asked for, so why should he be bothered?
but the real problem was when it started to get physical.
akaashi keiji, who had done nothing to these kids, constantly got slammed into the lockers, had his shoulders bumped in the hallway, and his feet tripped.
but these weren't just reoccurring incidents.
akaashi knew they were doing it on purpose.
though, he wasn't bothered.
if he fell, he could get up.
if his shoulder got bumped he could ignore it.
if he got slammed into his locker, he could stand up straight.
but there were times where he didn't want to get up.
he didn't want to get up because he knew he would get end up on the floor again.
it would be a continuous cycle of useless struggle and false courage everyday.
why did he get up?
why did he care?
in the morning, in his bed, why didn't he just stay in?
why did he know the tortures that awaited him but proceeded to walk straight into them?
was it self sabotage?
why did they even hurt him?
"akaashi keiji." hands snapped infront of akaashi's face.
"yes sir."
"would you like a glass of water?" mr. santo spoke in a tone that was more expecting than questioning.
"no sir." there was still the taste of blood in his mouth.
"i've heard your name around the school a lot akaashi." mr. santo said. akaashi knew where this was going. mr. santo knew that as well.
mr. santo was quite the opposite of mr. quintana. he was cold, stern, and arrogant. akaashi assumed one of his parents were mixed as mr. santo had prominent western features that were hard to miss.
but, ironically, he would be the primary advocate for "you love like and associate yourself with primarily japanese, pure japanese, and privileged japanese".
well, he was the school's principal after all.
"yes sir." akaashi nodded in understanding.
"do you know why this school is the top of our region?" mr. saito said, again in a tone that wasn't like a question.
akaashi stayed silent.
"money" akaashi wanted to say, but that would surely get him in trouble.
akaashi's mother couldn't take anymore trouble out of him.
"because as humans, we prosper when we are with ones of our own kind."
akaashi nodded.
he seemed to realize that everyone here thought the same way.
his mother,
mr. santo,
his classmates,
everyone had it drilled into their heads- all of them.
maybe that's why mr. quintana left in the first place.
nevertheless, akaashi nodded. like he always did.
"so, i want you to get rid of that ridiculous plush before we confiscate it away for the rest of your elementary school career."
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The Prince and the Frog | k. akaashi x black reader
Romance"-and he was amazed. at how people could be so different. and unique. compared to how he and his family were. and that was his first love. tiana from princess and the frog." keiji akaashi x black fem reader
