Generation of One-Shots [discontinued]

That Thing Called Love [Haizaki Shōgo]

That Thing Called Love [Haizaki Shōgo]

Haizaki x Reader

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IMAGINE HIM WITH HIS TEIKO HAIRCUT

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Haizaki— the guy who transformed his awesome gray hair into a field full of black corns—

I mean; Haizaki— the guy who never believed in love. He enjoyed toying with females' feelings and is a ruthless and violent basketball player.

Due to his constant fuckboy-ness, people tend to dislike who he is. He never minded it though— He didn't care what other people thought... that is, until he felt something deep within his stomach when he saw you, his childhood friend, give him a disappointed look when you had caught him bullying a typical school nerd at the back of the school.

Haizaki let go of the boy's collar, who instantly backed away, and walked towards you. "I can—"

"Stop it, Shōgo. You don't have to explain."  You gave him a side-long glance, disappointment embed in your [e/c] eyes as you gave him a cold shoulder and went to the cowering boy who had several bruises on his face and a busted lip. You helped him up and brought him to the infirmary without sparing another glance at your idiotic childhood friend.

You were sick of it; how he harms other people with no legitimate reason. He only does that for the fun of it. It actually disgusted you on why you even stuck with him as you two grew up. You didn't know why you even cared for that big and moronic jerk who would continuously terrorize innocent people.

Shaking your head, you continued to assist Haizaki's latest victim to the nurse's office in order to help get his wounds treated.

Meanwhile with Haizaki, his heart kept clenching in pain and he didn't know what to do. Seeing you send him that kind of look actually scared him, and he wasn't really sure why. The ash haired teen punched the wall next to him before he walked inside the campus before lunch break ended.

Haizaki went back to his classroom just to see some random guy flirting with you, but since you were an oblivious girl who practically needed someone to spell it out that someone likes you, you just took the boy's approaches as friendly gestures so you just continued to laugh and smile.

The violent ace felt it again; it's like someone had just punched his chest and continued to crush his heart.

Oh wait, 'heart'? Haizaki thought, I don't have that. He mused as he continued staring at the boy who was flirting with you with a murderous glare, his fists balled up. But why, whenever I'm with [F/N], he thinks before charging at the boy, his fist clashing with the boy's cheek.

"Shōgo!" You cried out in surprise as you shot out from your seat to tend the injured classmate. "Oi, [Random Guy]! We're going to take you to the infirmary, okay?" You said as you crouched down next to the guy. You stood up and marched over to Haizaki. "That's the fourth one today! When are you going to fucking stop? I'm sick of it, Haizaki." You hissed, your eyes narrowing with anger. You went back to [Random Guy] and helped him up as well as your other classmates. While you did so, Haizaki just stared at you blankly, his arms limp beside him as negativity flowed through him.

Why do I feel like I have one?

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The ash haired teen lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with your words echoing in his head.

Stop it, Shōgo.

When are you going to fucking stop?

I'm sick of it, Haizaki.