HAPPINESS - [Oikawa x reader]

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Happiness
/ˈhapɪnəs/
noun: happiness; plural noun: happinesses
the state of being happy.
"she struggled to find happiness in her life"
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Happiness.

I never understood what it meant or why it was there. But I could still remember the memory that lingers within my mind— reminding me of my previous experience with happiness.

I was filled with joy, hope and love.

It was as clear as day and yet, I was unable to feel it once again.

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I internally asked myself, what did I even do to get these girls to hate me?

"Why would Oikawa bother hanging out with a loser like you?" The girl spoke, gritting her teeth as she clenched her fists in frustration, "what do you have that I don't?!"

"He's my friend so I don't understand why—"

"Don't give us that crap! We see the way you look at him. You obviously like him so don't even lie!" The other girl snapped, cutting my sentence off. I frowned, but I couldn't do much. The only thing I could do was stare at my shoes silently in hopes of them leaving me alone. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, "What? You think you're tough just 'cause you're not talking to us?"

I kept my mouth shut, refusing to make any sound. I merely shook my head, ignoring their immature antics to which they both responded by shoving me harshly, wishing to get a reaction out of me. As I toppled over, my back landed towards something solid... and warm?

I gasped, quickly glancing behind me. I opened my mouth to speak but was immediately cut off before I could even utter a word.

"Y/n...? What's going on here?" He asked, narrowing his chocolate brown eyes between the girls and myself. He placed a hand on my shoulder, helping me with gaining my balance. I watched as the two glanced with one another before nodding their heads.

"Oikawa, thank god you're here! You don't happen to have a thing with her, do you?" The first one spoke, clicking her tongue, "I mean— seriously, look at her. She's not good enough to be your girlfriend. She was literally just harassing us about you and her being together, ugh!"

"Yeah, exactly! If you go out with her, you'll end up like her! You'll ruin your reputation!" The other one exclaimed, pointing at me with such pure distaste, "Do you want that?"

"Girls, calm down," Oikawa gave off a closed smile, keeping his hand on my shoulder still. My back was in the same position as before— against his chest, enveloping me in his warmth. The sudden thought caused a faint hue of pink to appear on my cheeks and all I could do to hide it was stare at my shoes once again as I continued to listen to Oikawa's response.

"Of course I don't," He finished.

"W-what...?" I stuttered out, staring directly into his eyes. His smile was replaced with a sarcastic smirk, matching with his darkened expression. The soft grip on my shoulder tightened, causing me to let out a quiet gasp. What was he doing?

Glancing at front, the girls snickered with one another, nodding their heads in approval at the male, "You should just ditch her. She's not worth your time, Oikawa. You deserve something better than that thing."

"I couldn't agree more. Y/n here was just one of those people I pitied since she was always so alone. You can't blame me for this though, I was only being a nice guy," The setter paused, glancing at me before letting his grip fall, "But wow, you really thought you were special, huh Y/n?"

"I didn't... I wasn't even—" I struggled to form my words whilst trembling. It was unbelievable. All this just to keep up a good reputation?

"Now, now, don't give me that excuse. You fell for me. I know it. You were quite obvious about it," Oikawa chuckled, slinging an arm over my shoulder, "But... I'll say this as many times as I need to. I will never fall for you. You're not worth my time. You were nothing but someone I pitied on. And by the way, I never considered you a friend. Not even once."

And with that, he let go of his touch, walking past my figure while giving the girls a quick wave, "Take care of her for me, would ya?"

"No problem, Oikawa!"

And the rest was how you imagined it to be. The same old, cliche bullying scenario. I didn't think it would be that bad but apparently it was.

They pulled my hair, kicked me, bruised me while spewing nothing but profanities at me.

"Ha! You really thought you were special!" They laughed, gripping my h/c locks tightly in his hands, bringing my face close to hers, "You know what? If you sticked around any longer, you would look like you're living in the dumpster by now!"

Although... who was I to complain? I brought this upon myself.

I knew what I getting into when he befriended me.

So I did nothing. I let them do whatever they wanted. Anything that caused me harm. It was pointless.

There was no point.