one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

Freckles

Yamaguchi hates his freckles. He wakes up every morning and scrubs at his cheeks until they are raw and red, as if he could tear them away. He wished his skin resembled a porcelain dolls, free of blemishes and marks. When he was thirteen, he let a friend of his attempt to cover them with foundation, but it didn't work at all and he only felt even more embarrassed than before.

"Tadashi, stop staring at yourself in the damn mirror! You're pretty, I understand, but I need to get ready for school, too!" His sister bellowed, banging on the door repeatedly until he yanked the door open.

He passed by her, avoiding contact so he didn't anger her further, and he sprinted up the stairs. He opened the door to his room, and leaned around his door, pulling his black gakuran on over his white collared shirt. Snatching up is bag and jogging down the stairs, he began to button as he went down. Yamaguchi, being a clumsy child, didn't pay attention to the last step and stumbled forward, skidding a bit due to the lack of friction his socks caused.

He quickly recovered though, and groaned before trudging into his kitchen.

His mother smiled kindly. "Ohayou, sweetheart, here's your bento box, and here's a mikan for your walk..." She said hurriedly, returning to her cooking.

"Alright, I'll see you later." He turned to walk to the door, waving briefly. He stepped into his shoes and jumped, skipping the two steps before him and giggling at his own childishness.

He hummed lightly, momentarily forgetting his blight of freckles as he pealed his yummy mikan, and nibbled each slice as he made his way to school. About halfway there, his street merged with another, and Tsukishima joined him, stealing a piece right from Yama's fingers and popping it in his mouth.

Yamaguchi frowned, and ate another piece as Tsukki shoved his hands into his pockets. "You're early. Did Kimi chase you out the damn bathroom?" He asked, his voice monotone.

Yamaguchi's eyes widened as he chewed, and he averted his eyes before laughing nervously. "Whaddaya mean, Tsukki-kun?"

"Don't play dumb, you're always in the bathroom for outrageously long amounts of time. Sometimes I wonder what in the hell you're doing." He grinned.

Yamaguchi shook his head. "I just take my time..." He muttered, blushing furiously.

The day went by almost uneventfully, and Yamaguchi only went to the bathroom to rub his face twice. Most days, he'd catch his reflection in the glass windows or on a blank computer screen, and heart would drop. His anxiety was mostly unfounded, but occasionally someone would pick on him unrelentingly, or call him freckles.

In his third period, he often hid his face in the crook of his elbow in order to avoid the class ass, Goro. The brute would tease and poke and prod at people to the point of fury, and it was more because he was incessant and half the time his jokes didn't even make any sense.

The sole person he always managed to strike a chord with was Yamaguchi, and Goro always took advantage over the poor little guy's over sensitivity. That day, Yamaguchi successfully removed himself from the majority and hid in the back of the classroom near the door, so that when the bell rang, he could run to hide behind Tsukishima.

Goro and his cronies strolled to the back, and Yama lifted his head slowly, dreading the silly insults about to be given.

"Ne, Freckles, what are you doing? Why do you always hide your face?" He asked, feigning innocent curiosity, before his voice became venomous. "Is it because you're worried about breaking the windows with your face? Do your freckles offend your mom?"

Yamaguchi sat back a bit, opening his mouth as his eyes glassed over and burned. Goro's friends burst into laughter, and the bell rang. Yamaguchi grabbed his bag and pencil, getting out of the classroom before anyone had processed the noise.