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9. i. h - savior (ANGST!/FLUFF!×FEM!)

A/n: this imagine contains triggers and themes of self-hate and sexual harassment

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I walked down the slightly deserted corridors, glancing left and right slightly panicking. Panicking that I would run into them. What would they do to me today? As most of the school students were away at a sporting event, only the select handful of students who didn't want to participate remained. Including me and my two 'friends'. Just the mention of them would send shivers down my spine.

Katsuki and Hanamiya (yeah, yeah I know lol). I was at my lowest point when I met them. I had no friends, I was lonely, and I felt like I had no purpose. Then two students that had recently transferred decided to strike up a conversation with me. 'Why me?' I thought to myself. It started off as small talk, telling each other what homework we were given, sharing notes, which soon turned into spending breaks and lunchtimes with them.

It wasn't until a few weeks later I asked myself the same question. 'Why me?' Except this time, it was in a completely different context. They started to harass me, what with me being the only female in our little group. It started from a simple brushing of hands, then to ruffling my hair, then holding my shoulder, then putting their arms around my shoulder, poking me, squeezing and rubbing my thighs which then eventually led to me being their little plaything.

Their personal little whore. They did their business in break and lunch and took turns with me. At first, I didn't want to go against them and drive some of my very first friends away, but then I began to reconsider. I became depressed. I became disgusted with myself. I was quiet and unresponsive to people, including my family, I walked the school hallways afraid of people, I didn't answer questions in class despite the whispers.

I became trapped in a never-ending cycle of unhappiness.

As I walked through the hallway, I bumped into something warm and firm that held a masculine scent. I looked up to see Iwaizumi. My old...acquaintance. He turned around. "Hey, watch where you're-oh, it's you Y/N!" He smiled at me. I gave a weak attempt at a smile back at him. I actually knew Iwaizumi from a very long time ago. When we were kids, our moms were best friends, which meant whenever they would see each other, we would as well.

We became close friends when we were younger, but as we grew older we drifted apart. He was the sort of person anyone could get along with, whereas I somewhat kept to myself. Iwaizumi was always the popular one. He still was, hanging around with that brown-haired obnoxious volleyball player that most of the girls swooned over. Even now when we saw each other, he would smile slightly in acknowledgement, or nod his head.

"D-do you want to have lunch with me?" He asked me, looking away with a slight blush. I looked up at him, slightly panicked. Both Katsuki and Hanamiya were present and at school. The weird thing about the two boys were that they were better without each other. Katsuki wasn't a bad person, he was sadly just influenced by Hanamiya, and Hanamiya would be just that bit nicer.

What would they say if they saw me hanging around with Iwaizumi? On cue, I felt an arm wrap around my neck resting on my shoulder. "Did you miss us?" A familiar voice cooed. My breath stopped short. It was them. My two friends. I looked at Iwaizumi to see his jaw clenching and unclenching. "Oh, Iwaizumi-san, what are you doing here?" Katsuki asked, looking between him and me.

"I was asking F/N if we could have lunch together." His voice was unwavering and strong. "Wow, first name basis huh? You guys must be close." Hanamiya said nonchalantly, his words laced with venom. "Yeah. We are." Iwaizumi replied, his tone with as much hostility. I could feel Hanamiya's arm tightening around my neck with anger. Katsuki's eyes lit up and he then grinned, something playing in his eyes. "Why don't we all just have lunch together?"

Iwaizumi and Hanamiya were still staring each other down. Hanamiya wavered and then backed down. "Psh, sure, whatever." He stormed off towards the cafeteria and Katsuki followed. I proceeded to walk to the cafeteria when I was pulled back and jerked around. Iwaizumi brought his face close to mine. "Why the fuck do you hang arond with boys like that?" I stepped back, my eyes wide.

He sighed and held the bridge of his nose. "I-I'm sorry, I just-" He sighed again and looked at me straight in my eyes. I was taken aback by the intensity of emotion that his eyes held when they looked into mine. "Why?" I thought I imagined it but I heard his voice crack. I looked down, my eyes full of unshed tears. I could feel all of the pain and despair and helplessness that had been accumulated all these years in these tears.

"H-Hajime." I started to sob. I almost fell if it wasn't for him holding me up and bringing me into his embrace. He held my waist and rubbed my back as I wept into his uniform. He took me to the roof and and sat me down with him. After my sobbing subsided, which it did after a good ten or fifteen minutes, I was just sniffling. "I know what they did, F/N." My eyes went wide and I couldn't look at him. Silent tears rolled down my face.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into his chest. "You probably think I'm disgusting, Hajime." As he sat up straight, so did I. He held my chin and brought it to face him. "Listen to me now, F/N, and listen good. You are not disgusting. You are not worthless or lonely either because I am and always will be here for you. No matter what happens or what anyone says." His eyes held sincerity and promise. "I love you F/N."

"I-I love you too, Hajime."

"IWA-CHAAAAANN-"

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