Melancholy - Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots

Why

W H Y - K U N I M I A K I R A

A N G S T

Kunimi Akira has always hated bubbly energetic people, so why was Y/n different? Perhaps it was because he saw something he shouldn't have. Most people would have just left it, but out of pity or the fact that he saw some of himself in her, he stepped in.
Y/n L/n was a popular girl. Of course, she wasn't nearly as popular as Oikawa, but she was pretty up there. She was always happy and seemed to have an unlimited supply of energy. Something Kunimi found tiresome and not worth the trouble.
However, what happened April 15th changed his and her life's forever.
It was a normal spring day. Kunimi had skipped practice- which wasn't a rare occurrence, when he bumped into someone.
He had just been round the corner, but a h/c blur flashed before his eyes before he hit the ground with a thud.
He rubbed his head in annoyance as he sat up. He was met with an annoyingly familiar optimistic voice.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry are you ok?!" She said frantically, practically scrambling to pick up the contents of her scattered bag as quickly as possible while simultaneously looking at him. Kunimi was annoyed, but found no energy to actually physically display so.
"Ah. Yes I'm fine." He mumbled. He set his hand on the ground to push himself up, only to place his hand on the top of one of the articles from Y/n's bag. Her face paled as his eyes widened.
Why would the most popular female in school have a razor in her bag?
It didn't take long for him to figure out the purpose of that razor. He looked up at her. She looked as if she'd just seen a ghost. She shook her head suddenly and snapped out of her daze.
"Ah that's um... for a school project!" She forced a smile to her face. He looked at her blankly.
"W- well I gotta run! See ya later Kunimi-kun!" She quickly grasped the small blade and stuffed it into her bag before running towards the school gate.
He watched her retreating figure with a flat face. He couldn't have cared less about the situation that had just unfolded. The only thing that really interested him was that Y/n, one of the brightest stars in the school, knew his name.
He quickly got over it and headed to his class to get his book bag.
——
Y/n slid to the floor with her back against her door. The room was dark. The only thing saving it from pitch blackness was the silver light of the moon shining through her window.
Small diamonds dripped from her glossy eyes. It felt like her entire life was falling apart, but she didn't know why. Other than living alone, there was nothing wrong with her. She was popular, smart, beautiful, and athletic. She had everything going for her, but still. She felt empty. Sad. Alone.
Shakily, she crawled from her position against the wall over to her bed. She reached under the wood frame and grabbed a small black box and her book bag.
She opened the box and stared at the gauze and bandages stuffed inside. Unzipping her bag, she grabbed her paintbrush. She placed it against her wrist. Feeling the cold metal against her, she began painting her feelings across her forearm in crimson red.
———
The next day, Kunimi couldn't help but watch Y/n. Every one and a while, he could see bandages peel out from underneath her blazer. He wondered how he never noticed before.
During lunch, before he could even leave the class to meet up wit Kindaichi, she approached him.
"Hey Kunimi-kun?" She asked with a bright smile. "Could I talk to you for a bit?"
He figured it was about what had happened the other day, and saw no harm in complying.
He nodded and stood up, following her out of the classroom.
She led him up to the empty roof and sat on a bench, signaling for him to sit next to her. The second he did, she began speaking.
"Sorry about what you saw yesterday. If it made you feel uncomfortable at all. You haven't told anyone, have you."
He shook his head. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you. Please don't tell anyone in the future either."
He simply responded with a monotone "Alright."
She smiled.
"Well! Now that that's out of the way, let's exchange contact info!"
He looked at her puzzled.
"Why?"
"Hmmmmm. Why not?"
He thought for a bit and figured it'd be more troublesome if he refused and she kept annoying him, so he grabbed his phone from his pocket.
She brightened and snatched it from him, quickly punching in her number.
"There!"
For some reason, at the sight of her smile, his heart melted a bit.
———
For the next month, Y/n and Kunimi grew closer and closer. She constantly pestered him, but after awhile he grew used to it. Bit by bit, he started opening up. He talked more with her, and one day, she even got him to smile.
God, he looked like an angel. From then on, she did the best she could to see that smile one more time.
As a result, the two became attached to each other. She even gave him a spare key to her house. Kunimi realized he liked- no. He loved her.
However, nothing good ever lasts.
———
One day, Y/n stopped coming to school. No one knew why. None of the teachers, members of the art club she was in, or even Kunimi himself had heard from Y/n in three days.
Remembering when they had first met, Kunimi became anxious and worried.
After school, he sprinted to her house.
Never in his life had someone been as interested in him as she had. No one had ever made him feel the way she made him before.
He arrived at her door and rang the doorbell. When there was no response, he reached for the door knob. His eyes widened as he realized it was unlocked.
Never in his life had he ever met someone as wholeheartedly kind and beautiful as you were.
He ran into the house.
"Y/n?!" He called repeatedly. No lights were on. The sun began to set.
Suddenly, he heard a clattering come from the bathroom. The sound of metal hitting the floor.
Never in his life had he met someone as perfectly broken as you.
He rushed to the door and began pounding on it.
"Y/n are you ok?! Open up!"
No response.
"Y/n please!"
He juggled the knob. It was locked. He began throwing himself against bathroom door.
Never in his life had he met someone that he truly loved.
His shoulder ached, but he didn't stop. He began to hear little cracks in the wood of the door. After one final trust, the door burst open. What he saw would scar him for the rest of his life.
There Y/n laid, curled up in the bathtub. Blood was everywhere.
Kunimi rushed to her side.
"Y/n wake up!"
Why did she do this? Why didn't she ever tell me? Why did she feel this was the only way out?
Why why why why why why why why-
Why was her chest not moving up and down like it should?
Kunimi kneeled there broken. In one hand was his phone, 911 dialed and trying to ask him where he was. In the other, he clutched the cold hand of his best friend.
A few inches away, laid her blood stained paintbrush- her blade- Forgotten.

This was a request from @Emo-Queen23
It's pretty trashy, but I hope you enjoy!