Haikyū!! X Male reader

Hanamaki Takahiro x Trans Male Reader

Reader binds un-safely, reader kinda depressed y'know
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Practice had just ended, you were collecting some stray balls before looking around and seeing no one was looking. Holding two volleyballs, you threw one in the air, quickly tossing the one in your left hand to the right and catching the ball you threw. You repeated this a couple times before you lost a ball. "Damn it," You whispered to yourself before picking up the ball and putting them in the cart. You always tried to be last when it came to changing, knowing you'll never be first with your shit sleeping schedule, so no one could see your binder. The other third years were the only ones who knew, you came out to them in your second year trying to be casual (but were damn near crying).

Thinking back to when you came out, you suddenly remembered your binder, 'Shit,' You've been wearing it for almost eleven hours now, and it was starting to hurt your ribs (it was hurting for awhile but you ignored it). Walking to the club room to change, in your thoughts, you were wondering if you were going to walk with the others. Sure it'd be fun to watch Oikawa get the shit beat out of him by Iwazumi, but you were tired. Getting dressed, still not removing your binder, you walked out to find the other third years. "Hey," you said, Oikawa was getting the shit beat out of him. "Hey," Takahiro and Issei replied, Issei didn't look away from their caption's murder, Takahiro looked over before dropping his hand on your head.

After you all watched Oikawa cry you walked home, stopping at the store and getting meat buns (curtesy to Oikawa, although you all threatened him, "You're so mean to me!"). Sitting on the train next to Takahiro, him next to Issei, you thought of all the funny times you made Oikawa almost quit. He would never, though. You called him a pussy for that. He complain to 'Iwa-Chan' about how no one respects him, Iwazumi yelled at him. Sitting in silence on the train was always the best part, if it didn't hurt to breath. You decided when you joined the volleyball team that you'd never remove your binder near them, though, you remove it sometimes at Takahiro's, but only when he finds out you've been wearing it for too long.

After dating for awhile, it did become easier to take it off when dysphoria wasn't bad, or just lying on him. Takahiro was perfect for lying on. After the train ride, Issei parted ways with you and Takahiro while you two continued to walk together in a comfortable-meme-filled conversation. Feeling a poke on your side (and screeching a little, but you'll never admit it. Takahiro still teases you for it), you heard him speak, "How long have you been wearing it?" He asked. You knew there was no way to get out from it, but you still hoped he wasn't going to lecture you for the millionth time. "I don't know, like, ten? Eleven hours?" Looking straight up ahead, spotting his house up the road, you focused on that instead of the face you knew all too well.

"Y'know they aren't going to be flat because you keep over-wearing it, right? You're damaging your ribs." Man, serious Takahiro was the worst Takahiro. "Yeah, yeah, I know." You hated how right he was. You hated this, you hated having to go through years of being in the wrong body. You hated how you need so much money to even feel like you, and you hated how even after all that you'll never really be you. You'll never get your childhood back, you'll never get the you you want, the you you wished you could be. You just hated everything about this. Takahiro unlocked his door before stepping inside, you following. He went up stairs as you sat on the couch, still thinking of everything you have to do.

Takahiro came back down in a new pair of clothes, "Here, I brought some clothes," He was holding a pair of sweatpants, a shirt, and a sweatshirt that was too big for you (it was too big for Takahiro too, you guys called it the 'cuddle-sweater'). You went upstairs and change, finally removing that god-awful binder, and went back downstairs. Takahiro was sitting on the couch, channel surfing while waiting for you. Once he heard you come downstairs he stud up as you wrapped your arms around him, Takahiro doing the same before you let go and held the sweatshirt up, blushing a bit. He climbed in, his head poked out the head-hole with his arms around you again before falling back on the couch, you on his chest.

You put your hand in his hair as he squeezed you a little, some random channel playing as background noise. This was always the best part of the day, chilling with Takahiro while a random channel is in the background, his arms around you and you on top of him. These were the times when you didn't have to worry about the future, only thinking of now. With Takahiro, almost everything was perfect. "I know that you hate, well, this, and that I'll never know what you're going through, but you really need to stop wearing it so much. Can't have my lovely boyfriend in the hospital, now can I?" You sighed, "My little man. My hit and Mr." You lifted your hand a little and gently smacked his head, causing him to laugh a little.

"My knee pads," you hit his chest, "Okay, I'm leaving," you got up a little before Takahiro pulled you back down. "Nooo, babyyy, you know I'm kidding. You're my elbow pads." You groaned, already done with him. "I swear I'm gonna throw a volleyball at you." He laughed. God, you loved this man. You settled down in a comfortable silence, "Hey, (Y/N)?" He suddenly asked, startling you out of your half asleep daze, "Yeah?"

"I saw you try to juggle those volleyballs." You groaned loader.