Haikyū!! X Male reader

(CONTENT WARNING) Matsukawa Issei x Male Reader

WARNING: This story includes; Alcohol/consumption, tiniest bit sexual, hurt/no comfort, toxic relationship, death, blood/gore, descriptions of dead bodies, spoilers for timeskip! If this isn't for you, please skip as this goes into excruciating detail. You have been warned.
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"You're fired." (Y/N) blinked as his boss stared him down, "What? Why?" His calm demeanor was shaken as his voice wavered, "You're unfit for the job, (L/N). You broke three plates, today." His boss sighed, "Look, you're a good kid, but you can't work here anymore." (Y/N) looked at the slip in front of him, the familiar feeling of failure drowning his brain as he took it, "I understand," He took of his apron and walked out of the office, gathering his bag full of his personal belongings while holding back tears. He sniffed as he walked out the back door of the restaurant, kicking the dumpster as he passed it. He continued wiping away stray tears as he walked, his lip trembling every few minutes.

The familiar, cheap, run-down apartment building he and his girlfriend called home came into view, shivering as he sped up. He reached into his pocket, fumbling with the keys and dropping them. "Fucker." Angry tears slid down his face as he picked them up, walking up the stairs and jamming the keys into the lock. The door didn't budge. (Y/N) dropped his head, a dull 'thud' echoing throughout his head as he stood in his own self pity, tears still dripping off his chin. He took a deep breath and tried again, the door opening with a loud, rusty screech of protest. (Y/N) dropped his bag with a shaky breath, angrily wiping his tears away as he shoved the door closed with his body and locked it.

He slid down the door, arm still over his eyes as he quietly sobbed. He took quick breaths as he sat there. A poor, and now jobless, college student crying on his floor in the middle of the darkness.

(Y/N) let his head fall back, resting against the door as he tried to calm himself down. He took deep breaths as he closed his eyes, in through the nose, and out through the mouth. His breath quivered as he got up, legs shaking as he left his bag at the door and made his way to the bedroom. He slowly opened the door, shrugging off his work clothes and throwing them on the floor and slowly crawled into bed. He looked over at his sleeping girlfriend, Yua, before placing his almost dead phone on the charger. (Y/N) closed his eyes with a sigh, the feeling of failure never leaving as he slept.
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(Y/N) yawned as he stretched, his body going limp as his body spread out over the bed. He laid still as his brain caught up, groaning at the remembrance of no longer having a job. He blindly reached for his phone, almost knocking the alarm clock over before he finally got it. The bright screen flashed before him, hurting his retinas as he scrunched his face up. He sat up and walked to the bathroom, phone still in hand as he made his way through the small apartment. Yua was no where inside, 'Probably in class,' She had a different schedule then (Y/N), having taken a different course than him. The bathroom light blinded (Y/N) as he flipped it on, scrunching up his face once again as stood in place, eyes adapting to the light.

The cracked mirror showed a warped reflection, the eye bags looked bigger than they did last night. (Y/N) sighed.

After his morning routine was scratch off, (Y/N) plopped himself on the dirty couch, a spring implanting into his ass as he jumped. "Mother fucker!" He sat on the other side of the couch with his laptop in his lap, searching 'closes place hiring' and began his search for a new job.
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(Y/N) looked towards the door as it opened, Yua appearing with her phone out, a small smile on her face, "Afternoon, Yua, how was class?" Yua jumped- almost dropping her phone- as (Y/N) spoke, "Why aren't you at work?" He let out a long breath. (Y/N) knew if he told Yua he got fired she would flip, only leading to yet another argument.

"I... took a day off. Decided to, uh, focus on college work, y'know?" (Y/N) immediately pulled up Google documents named 'Homework'. Yua's eyebrows forwarded, an angered expression taking over her once happy face, "You better get sick leave pay, we can't afford to lose money right now." (Y/N) looked down at the laptop, guilt filling his chest, "Yeah, I know, but-" Yua raised her voice as she cut him off, "No, you don't know! If you did know, you would be at work and getting paid!" (Y/N) stiffened as she stormed into their shared bedroom, not daring to move as she walked back out, "I'm going out, don't expect a text." The door slammed shut.
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