[DISCONTINUED] Ⓜⓞⓝⓞⓣⓞⓝⓞⓤⓢ Kotaro Bokuto x Male Reader

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Y/N walked through the crowded hallways of Fukurodani, trying to get through the long school day. Y/N's eyelids felt heavy because he had barely slept the night before. Thoughts of Bokuto seemed to flood Y/N's mind whenever he closed his eyes. 

Y/N ignored the majority of his teachers. He hardly cared for school and paying attention just took far too much energy for him. Y/N knew that even if he didn't pay attention, he could easily pass his classes with high grades, so he hardly ever paid attention. 

When the final bell rang, Y/N let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. Y/N walked through the halls towards his locker, before he tripped over something and fell to the ground, his items scattered across the floor. Small giggles and quiet whispers from people around him filled the hallway. 

Y/N slowly stood up, and he began to gather his things. A hit to Y/N's head quickly knocked him back to the ground. 

"Awww, come on, can't you take a few hits, Y/N?" 

Y/N froze at the voice. It was the harsh voice of one of Taguchi's older "friends", Kenzo. He was roughly a year older than Y/N and Taguchi, but he had been held back in school, so he was still at Fukurodani despite his age. Kenzo terrified Y/N for as long as he could remember. 

Kenzo groaned when Y/N didn't respond. "Who even cares... Just get your shit, I need you to do something for me, so hurry it up." Kenzo mumbled, leaning down by Y/N, getting a good look at Y/N's scared expression. 

Y/N practically scrambled to get his things, and Kenzo grabbed onto Y/N's wrist, tugging him along. Y/N obediently followed along Kenzo, far too scared to do anything in protest. 

"Hey, Y/N! Where are you going?" Bokuto said, gently placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. 

Y/N stopped in his tracks, and so did Kenzo. Both Bokuto and Kenzo looked at Y/N, waiting for him to respond. "Well? Aren't you gonna say something, Y/N?" Kenzo mockingly tilted his head. 

Y/N couldn't say anything, no matter how much he tried to talk no words would come out. Y/N glanced from Bokuto's soft and concerned expression to Kenzo's annoyed glare at Bokuto. 

"What the hell are you waiting for, dumbass? Are you gonna say anything or are we just gonna stand here all day?" Kenzo said, tugging on Y/N's wrist.

"Hey, are you okay, Y/N? You don't look so good..." Bokuto said softly, trying to comfort Y/N.

"Shut the fuck up, will ya?! You're taking up too much of my god damn time you stupid piece of shit!" Kenzo yelled at Bokuto. 

Y/N's fist clenched, and he ripped his arm from Kenzo's grasp, and decked Kenzo across the face, knocking him to the ground. Y/N grabbed the collar of Kenzo's shirt, gripping it tightly. "Why the fuck can't you just leave me alone?! For fuck's sake I don't give two god damn shits if you mess with me, but leave other people out of it! Why the fuck can't you just learn to get a life and find some other way to spend your time besides wasting it on being an unsuccessful asshole who just lives to ruin other people's days?!" Y/N yelled. 

Kenzo pushed his hand against Y/N's chest, pushing him away, before he grabbed his stuff and ran. "Get the hell away from me you psychotic bitch!" Kenzo yelled, running in the opposite direction from Y/N and Bokuto. 

Y/N looked down at his hands, his vision blurring as tears began to stream down his face. "I- I didn't- I didn't mean to-" 

Y/N looked over to Bokuto, before he ran off, dropping the things in his arms, and running out of the school. Y/N kept on running, until he eventually tripped, falling to the ground in front of the large tree in the park. Y/N leaned his back against the tree, hiding his face in his hands, and pulling his knees to his chest. 

Bokuto quickly picked up Y/N's things, before running off after him. Bokuto was a faster runner than Y/N, so he quickly caught up in time to see Y/N trip over a large tree root and fall to the ground. Bokuto ran up to him and set the stuff down, wrapping his arms around Y/N, engulfing him in a hug. 

Y/N's breath hitched for a second, before he continued to cry, burying his face in Bokuto's shoulder. 

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I- I promised- I promised that I wouldn't but- but I did and I- I didn't mean to- I- I'm sorry I just-" Y/N sobbed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself together. He just broke down, and Bokuto was right there to comfort him. 

The two hadn't known each other for a long time, but to both of them it seemed like the other was perfect. Y/N thought Bokuto was a perfect volleyball player with a happy attitude who was just the most amazing person in the world. Bokuto, on the other hand, thought that Y/N was a genius who just naturally gave off a cool and serious attitude which made so many people admire him, or at least Bokuto assumed that other people besides him admired Y/N. 

"Y/N... what's wrong? You don't have to be so upset, you were just trying to defend yourself, right?" Bokuto asked, his voice soft in gentle which contrasted the loud and happy attitude he usually gave off. 

"I- I just I promised- I promised that I wouldn't ever h-hurt anyone j-just because I was an-angry- It's just- I- I don't know what ca-came over me and I- I couldn't stop myself. I- I'm like some sort of monster." Y/N continued to sob, his voice raspy and every few words was interrupted by either a stutter or sniffle. 

"Wh-what? What do you mean you're a monster? You're nothing like that at all! You're amazing, smart, nice, handsome, pretty, tall, and- and you're just so amazing!" Bokuto said, a blush dusting over his face. 

"I-" Y/N didn't know how to respond, so he just shook his head. "N-no I- I just need to go." 

Y/N stood up and started running away towards his house. He didn't know what he was feeling and he didn't like it. He felt so many things, and, for once, he couldn't push them all down.