ৎৎ PUNK︕ [HAIKYUU X MALE READER]

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He saw a man with raven hair sitting on the bench in the square. He could recognize that misaligned hair with spikes like a hedgehog. Thick smoke was coming out of his head, he was clearly smoking. That gave him more clues that it was indeed Akazawa Sanzo.

He approached him and gently touched his shoulder, with the intention of making him turn around and reveal her face.

The smoker did exactly that, and showed his drawn face, almost similar to that of a zombie; He had very noticeable cheekbones, his cheeks were sunken, his skin was a sickly white tone, his broken lips were red, and his dark circles were shining. His only attractive feature was his eyes, large, bright golden eyes.

—Late as always, Hagi'.

Hagiwara Mitsuzuka sighed tiredly and rolled his light blue eyes. He settled his butt on the bench and was almost glued to the golden eye.

—"I had to run away, my parents hate you and don't let me go out at night. Remember that?" was a rhetorical question, with hints of sarcastic venom in his speech.

—"Fuck those old men." He released the last puff of smoke before his nicotine cigarette was completely consumed, leaving only a small orange piece of the cigarette. Without haste, he took out his almost full box of cigarettes and took one for himself, then looked at his companion. “Do you want one?” He offered him a cigarette, but Hagiwara shook his head.

—I don't feel like getting rid of the damn smell with cheap perfume again.

—Well.— Closing the topic, he lit the cigarette and brought it to his lips. He muttered something that Hagiwara couldn't decipher and continued laughing like an idiot.

The one with light blue eyes grabbed his backpack and zipped it up, letting the opponent see what was inside. Some bidis, some very tempting Indian cigarettes, but they were to sell. Next to the bidis there is a cartridge of bullets, which sometimes makes one question the protection of Hagiwara's parents over him. All the restrictions on friendships and schedule management were useless if her fucking son was already known by the entire town as the seller of the green one. Even Akazawa doesn't know how his friend can get so much extravagant drugs, but it gives him opportunities to slip him some samples. That's why he loves Hagiwara so much.
They were only 13 when they started using. Now that they were almost 16 years old, they were worse, the drug had an effect on their young faces and they look like men of 20, which makes them attractive but disgusting at the same time.

—Let's play volleyball?

Hagiwara suddenly asked, taking out a volleyball kit from his backpack. Akazawa was thinking about rejecting it, but within seconds he accepted, since he was bored as shit.

—What high school will you go to?

—I don't know, the easiest one... Karasuno.

—Karasuno? That high school is shit, my parents will take me to Shiratorizawa without taking entrance exams.

—Oh, right, rich parents.– He spat a stream of saliva onto the sidewalk. —You make me more and more disgusted.

—Yes, yes, I know.—He rolled his eyes again, that gesture was already becoming addictive. —The bad thing is that Semi Eita is going. I hate that bastard.

—The guy who broke your brother's septum? I like him.

–You shut up, they have no right to give their opinion in Japan, your mother is from Estonia, you are a disgusting mixture of races.—He spoke like a viper, just before being hit on the head by Akazawa.

–You talk about my mother like that again and I'll break my head. “Not even a fucking gun is going to save you,” he threatened with unbreakable firmness.

Hagiwara just smiled nonchalantly, they continued walking in silence until they saw the small soccer field illuminated by an old spotlight with a dim light. There were no volleyball courts, so they had to imagine an invisible net.

The game started normally, it was just soft passes and blocks without much strength. Just a game between friends. After a few minutes, things intensified and they did not forget to score a goal. When the count was forgotten again, the early morning atmosphere turned the calm silence into a disturbing one. The crickets chirped, a strange owl hummed and the sound of the wind made everything very... uncomfortable but peaceful at the same time.

—Akazawa, they're going to kill you, right?—he asked as if it were a casual question, looking with his typical bored look at the boy.

—If they don't find me, no.

—When I go to Shiratorizawa, I will open the back doors for you and give you some deliveries. - He jumped to another topic, although not very different. - I have already visited that academy and the only place without cameras and preceptors is there. I will give them to you and you will go to the red light district, understood?

—And what do I get in return?

—I will give you a stash of shabu.

—Shabu? Where the hell did you get it from?

—I have my contacts. Do you accept or not?

—"Well..." he tilted his head towards her shoulder and then stood up straight again. -Done deal.

They both shook hands and sealed the deal.