Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

BAD CHOICES (Sakusa Kiyoomi)

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Title: Bad Choices

Pairings: Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, bullying, college AU

You were finally going to get away.

Away from your family, that old cramped house, your crappy school, and, best of all, him.

Sakusa was somewhat popular at your old school, at least to those who cared about sports. He was a germaphobe but, ironically, couldn't have been more nasty of a person in your eyes.

He had never been nice to you- outright ignoring you in your first year, even when you tried to be friendly. The second year, he started to make snide remarks and bump into you on purpose. Third year? He made your life hell.

Snide comments turned to outright insults, little bumps turned to full-out pushing you down... He stuffed you into a locker and left you there overnight. He took an upskirt photo of you without your knowledge and placed printed out copies all over the school walls. He dumped a full cafeteria trash can over your head.

He made your life miserable with his cruelty... but now, he wouldn't be able to. You were going to a small university in a far-away city. There was no way he'd run into you there.

Or so you thought.

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You were in a rush to get to your next class, head down as you ran with your books in hand. Unsurprisingly, not paying attention to where you were going was a bad idea, and you ran face first into someone, spilling books everywhere.

"I'm so sorry!" you gasped, picking the books up, "I wasn't looking-"

You stopped when you caught sight of the person you had run into. Of course, out of everyone in the world, you had crashed into Sakusa.

"Why are you here?" you demanded to know.

"I go to this university," Sakusa replied. Not in a mean way, but matter-of-factly with a hint of an eagerness that left you confused and more than a little concerned.

He was undeniably Sakusa- the face mask, curly black hair, and tell-tale beauty marks- but he had a softer expression on his face, one you'd never seen before. Usually, he had a cruel look in his eyes before he started to torment you, but that expression didn't seem to be there today.

Still, that didn't mean you trusted him. You scrambled to pick up the last book and tried to run past, cutting the conversation short, but Sakusa grabbed ahold of your sleeve, stopping you from running off.

"What do you want?" you snapped.

"I was wondering," Sakusa brought up a hand to rub at the back of his neck, as though he was embarrassed, "Do you want to go on a date?"

You stared blankly at him for a moment before you started to laugh. Not an amused laugh, but a hysterical "are-you-kidding-me" laugh. You couldn't believe the words had come out of his mouth.

Surely, this was some kind of terrible joke he was trying to pull. Otherwise, he had to be insane to suggest such a thing.

"What's the trick to that?" you snarled, "I show up and you dump a bucket of trash over my head?"

"Huh?" Sakusa had the audacity to look surprised, "No, I wouldn't do that."

"Uh, yeah, you would," you snapped, "In fact, you did. Twice."

Sakusa raised his arms in a sort of shrug, "Why don't we put the past behind us?"

Fury surged through you, "What? You want me to forget that you were a garbage excuse for a human being and go on a date with you?"

"Listen," Sakusa said bashfully, "I've liked you since our first year of high school. I just didn't know how to show it."

"That's putting it lightly," you said sharply, "Well, you dug your own grave, so lie in it. I'd rather die than go on a date with you."

Sakusa let go of your sleeve, "You don't mean that."

"I meant every single word," you told him truthfully, "Now, I have to go to class. Don't ever talk to me again."

You stormed off to your apartment. You were already too late to go to class on time and you didn't feel like learning about molecules anymore.

You didn't notice Sakusa following you.

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CRASH

A sudden shattering sound woke you up. You sat up straight in bed and immediately started groping for your phone. It wasn't on the nightstand, you realized with a sinking feeling, which meant you had accidentally left it in your purse on the dresser.

You carefully got up and tried to run across your bedroom to the dresser, but you were blinded by the light from a flashlight. You grabbed your purse and swung it at the intruder, knowing it would do nothing to actually protect you. But if you could only distract them for a moment...

"Ow!" came a familiar voice after your purse connected with their face. The light flicked on and you were horrified by what you saw.

Sakusa held up a pistol, trained on your heart. His normally-perfect hair was plastered to his forehead and he looked somewhat crazed. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple, merging with the white medical mask still on his face.

"Sakusa?" your voice shook as hard as your body, "What are you doing?"

"You said you'd rather die than go on a date with me," Sakusa replied calmly, "I want to know if that's true..."

Sakusa took the safety off.

"Now, make your choice."