Haikyuu!! One-Shots

Guardian (Aone x Reader)

[A/N] Reader is bullied in this. Not sure if it will trigger anything or not. 

It's kind of a heavy one since it's pretty personal, but I hope you still like it!

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Every day was the same. 

You grew to learn which classes you hated for the teacher, and which classes you hated for the students. You knew now, just by a slight change in someone's tone, that their words were sarcastic. Perhaps you knew better than most people what words could do. Words could combat fists, as seen by famous public speakers. Words could also be wielded as weapons by unwitting people, blunted over time, but continually sharpened after night closes and the sun rises. Again, you had to create invisible shields to protect yourself. 

They would crumble once you got home.

A tall, stone fortress dissolved into small rocks, then pebbles, then merely rubble at your feet. Concrete formed as your tears mixed with the dust. Your feet stayed as the concrete dried and hardened, making all your steps heavy. You sunk deeper and deeper into a downward spiral you just couldn't escape. In the end, you had to accept it all, or else you would have been destroyed completely. 

It was all subconscious, whether you believed it to be or not. If you knew that you were purposely putting on a front, well, let's say you'd rather be caught dead. You played tough, undeterred by their ways. In the beginning, you glared at your offenders, but over time, that got tiring and you stuck to just blatantly ignoring them. 

It was difficult, to say the least.

The brunt of the torment took place the year before you entered high school. They were tender years for everyone; hormones were acting up, and boys and girls from broken families enjoyed the magnificent flavor of power. It was like a drug, driving them to do impossible acts.

Most of them involved you.

You weren't exactly the most outgoing student in the class. You were actually quite shy, even as a kid. You cried on the first day of school, and you found it hard in the later years to make friends. You were an oddball, imagining scenarios in your own little world, while also watching the world from a transparent bubble.

It wouldn't pop. 

Others had their own crafty ideas of making it burst, uncovering your physically weak, vulnerable body.

Gym was co-ed, and, as you guessed, was Hell in a school class.

Every time the gym teacher asked the class to run laps around the gym... Even now, you still cringe at the sound of a sharp whistle. You ran pretty slowly. Someone had even said it was apelike. Your best friend from years back ditched you, then said that if you could win in a game of tag, she'd be friends with you again.

You didn't win.

Years later, you still thought about it as you ran. 

Why were you so slow? 

You were so distracted, you didn't even hear the group of guys ganging up on you from behind. One ran at your pace to your left, another one on the right. One was hot on your trail, just one foot's distance behind. If you slowed on bit, you would trip into him. Your only option was to run faster. You forgot, however, that they were mostly all athletes who had better aerobic capacities than you. When you increased your speed, they did it with ease, as it was second nature for them. They closed in on you, leaving less and less space for you to move, increasing the pressure in your chest. You were scared, you were sweating. You wanted out.

This happened every gym class. The desperation to escape this chain made you thirst for a solution, a way to break the cycle.

Today, something unbelievable happened.