Haikyu!! ship one shots

Purple rain (kagehina) 💔💖❤️‍🔥

A little self angst, a little fluff, and a whole lotta smut.

My brain is rotten omg

Enjoy this and enjoy shoyo getting absolutely fucking wrecked.

This does have some sensitive themes throughout, namely body image issues, but we all know that sho is a fucking gorgeous human, so that's by the by.

Enjoy, you melons 🍈

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Shoyo sat on the floor of the bedroom he shared with his boyfriend, Tobio, and cried. His knees pulled tight to his chest, forehead resting on them, his whole body shaking with heaving sobs. He couldn't bear to look at himself.

He was ugly.

He couldn't stomach the idea of his boyfriend seeing the ugly, purple lines and craters that carved through the skin on his stomach and thighs. The lines became the voices in his head, laughing at him, jeering and screaming at him. The repetition of "ugly" stabbed his heart with cold, icy precision, piercing the part of his heart he reserved for the love he used to have for himself. He clutched his chest, his heart beating sporadically. His lungs refused to inflate, blood rushing through his ears, making him deaf to the outside world.

He buried his fingers into his hair, his nails pressing into his scalp. He dragged his nails back and forth, scratching deep, the pain giving temporary relief. He rocked himself back and forth in an attempt to soothe himself and felt himself slowly come back down to earth. The ice in his heart still remained, but for now, he could breathe.

He lifted his head, taking a deep breath in, releasing it slowly. It wasn't until he let his legs fall that he saw the mess his crying had made. His collar of his oversized shirt (which was technically Tobio's, but that's by the by) was soaked, his lashes had stuck together from the salty years, and his face was all red and blotchy. He rubbed his face hard, trying to erase all evidence that he'd been crying, but that only made his face redder. He sighed, slowly standing, wobbling a little from being sat for so long. He looked down at his shirt again and sighed heavily. Now, he'd have to change it. He lifted the shirt over his head, wandering over to the wardrobe, flinging it open a little harder than he intended. He grabbed a hoodie, brought it to his face, and inhaled deeply. The way Tobio smelled was so comforting to him. A small smile appeared on his lips, and he started to pull the hoodie over his head.

But then he felt hands on his hips.

He jolted, moving away, startled, but ultimately relaxing as soon as he saw who it was. He hadn't heard Tobio come in, his head occupying his hearing. Concern swam in those blue eyes he loved so much, watching as he pulled the hoodie down, pulling the hood up over his hair. Tobio's eyes softened, and he put his hands on Shoyo's cheeks, squishing them a little.

"What are you doing, dumbass?" A laugh left Tobio, and Shoyo pouted, his lower lip protruding a little. Tobio leaned down a little, kissing it away. Shoyo smiled, a blush feathering across his cheeks. Tobio pulled him close, hands moving to rest on Shoyo's hips again, fingers inching up under the hem of the hoodie. Shoyo froze, quickly putting his hands on his boyfriend's wrists, stopping their wandering. Tobio pulled away, frowning a little.

"Sho? What's going on?" Tears filled Shoyo's eyes, and he looked down, pulling the hood over his face. He didn't want Tobio to see how weak and ugly he was, and instead of answering, he shook his head, leaning against Tobio's chest. He felt more than heard Tobio sigh as he put his arms around Shoyo's neck, pulling him in close. A beat of silence passed, then another, then another. Tobio pulled away, ignoring the grabby hands Shoyo made at him and sat on the bed, tapping beside him. Shoyo followed, perching on it as delicately as possible. Tobio pulled him towards his chest, and Shoyo crawled up onto his lap. Legs planted either side of Tobio's impressive thighs. He sat back, placing his hands on Tobio's chest, rubbing slightly.