Ryuji Sakamoto X Reader

Broken Leg

Third Person POV:

(Y/N) watched in horror as Kamoshida raised his hand to Sakamoto. Ryuji tried fighting back but he was clearly disadvantaged, resulting in his leg being broken. Kamoshida's lustful eyes turned to you, the manager of the track team, and with a lick, to his chapped lips he spoke in a devilish tone "If I so much as hear a peep come from your mouth about this your social life will be ruined (Y/N)-San. Do you hear me? I dare you to disobey me!"

His words were fueled with anger a lingering emotion between all the students that had just witnessed the scene. Ryuji Sakamoto layed on the ground holding tight onto his leg as gasps of pain left his mouth, Kamoshida stood next to him with a mocking smirk and eyes fixated on (Y/N). The second-year girl went to crouch down and offer her aid until she was stopped by none other than Kamoshida.

His grip was forceful on her wrist causing it to bruise under his brutish hand, and without a second thought, she began to pull her arm away. However, it was to no avail as her small frame was nothing to the evil teacher's athletic build. Even though he wasn't in his prime the man was ready for anyone and didn't fear a bunch of puny students.

"You're coming with me" 

                                                   He had said as he began to drag the girl back towards the school building. His mind was set on destroying the track team and with the help of the (H/C) haired girl, he would have a testimony to prove his attack was purely self-defense. (Y/N) felt sick as she lied straight to Principle Kobayakawa's face her eyes darting around the room afraid as to what else Kamoshida could do. Regret filled within her as she desired nothing more but to return back to the team and comfort Ryuji Sakamoto after what had just occurred.

"Thank you for speaking up (L/N)-San, we'll have a talk with Sakamoto-Kun and bring in his mother. I'd like to personally apologize to you Kamoshida-San for Sakamoto's action. The track team will be disbanded after today."

                                                                         Informed Principal Kobayakawa. The room fell silent with fear slowly creeping up (Y/N). Her eyes locked onto the Principle to confirm whether he spoke the truth or maybe considering a different cause of action. To her dismay, he was being dead serious. The two teachers left the room talking amongst one another about any further action that may be taken towards Sakamoto and (Y/N) couldn't help but tear up once she was alone.

She had joined the track team on a whim thinking it would bring her closer to her crush Ryuji Sakamoto. He had been so focused on training before that he never paid much attention to the girl, almost as if he hadn't acknowledged the fact she is a girl. But as she stood there all alone she was hit with the realization she had ruined her crushes dream.

Your POV:

I began to walk back out towards the field once I had managed to fully compose myself. It was difficult to regain control over my own emotions but I need to check on Sakamoto-Kun. Before I got dragged away by Mr. Kamoshida he seemed to be in excruciating pain and if I could help him in anyway shape or form I'd love to. Looking around the entire field I couldn't spot the team anywhere. I took to my phone checking the group to see whether there was any new information. In the short amount of time in which I had been taken away from the rest, it seems they all got in a fight with Sakamoto.

The group was filled with hateful comments and remarks aimed at him as everyone seemed to want to present their newly found hatred for him. I frowned. This is all my fault, if I had managed to reason with Mr.Kamoshida maybe he wouldn't have picked a fight with Sakamoto. He was in a bad this whole day and I just let him burst onto poor Ryuji. I noticed my friends had also messaged me to ensure my safety. I guess someone from the team informed them of Mr.Kamoshida's rough behavior earlier.

Once I managed to reassure everyone I was fine I headed home with a heavyweight. The club has now been disbanded and everyone is angry and blaming Sakamoto. I wish there was something I could do for him.

~A few days later~

Your POV:

I exited the class with my friend (F/N) and we headed together to grab something to eat. My tummy rumbled at the thought of food and I could feel my mouth begin to salivate but, I couldn't help but wonder how Sakamoto was and as if someone could hear what was inside my head I spotted him. On a table all alone with a cast on his leg. Everyone appeared to be avoiding him, afraid he might snap at any minute and punch them, yet I couldn't help but think as to how lonely he was. I noticed my friend's hand waving in front of my face bringing me back to reality.

"Whatcha staring at (N/N)-Chan?"

                                                                     Following my gaze, she locked onto Sakamoto.

"I heard some nasty rumors about him. Apparently, he just punched Mr.Kamoshida for no reason. Causing the entire track team to be history. You should stay away from hi-"

"That isn't true! Mr.Kamoshida provoked him!"

                                                                                                 Everyone was staring at us. I could feel their eyes as they bore towards us with the curiosity of a child. With a small sigh, I apologized and dismissed myself as I headed towards Sakamoto. As I got closer I noticed his other leg, the one that wasn't broken, twitching against the table. His head whipped to me and his eyes glared daggers into me. Suddenly I couldn't help but feel scared, everything about his demeanor was cold and violent. He clearly wished to be alone yet I pushed my luck.

"How's your leg Sakamoto-Kun?"

                                                                    "What's it to you huh? Gonna rat me out again?"

His words hit like a venomous dagger.

                                                                               "N-No it's not like that! You've got it all wro-"

"Try and talk to me again you bitch and see what happens to your face"

                                                                                                                                                  He said in a low whisper as he grabbed his crutches. Waddling away from me I stared at his back. The one that meant the most to me now held deep-rooted hatred for me, and little did I know Kamoshida watched this go down. Already scheming how to ruin our lives even more.