Kuroko No Basket x Male Reader

Shy Insecure Male Reader x Murasakibara Atsushi

Requested by: -MAKEGRACERUN

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(M/N) (L/N)’s p.o.v. 

I remember when I first met Murasakibara. The memory is still as clear as the day it happened. It was one of those random days in high school where people believed that bullying was okay as long as the person being bullied was, as I like to call it, “below the food chain.” I liked to describe this food chain just like scientists do for nature. You have the animals that you consider hunters and animals that you consider the hunted.

And where was I on this beloved food chain? Exactly where I said I was before. Right below it. Past being an animal that was hunted and the hunter’s prey. I was way below the belt, to be honest. I was basically a solo tiny rabbit in the center of a lion’s den, or a lonely giraffe who ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time and stumbled into a full pack of hyenas. 

I, along with many others that attended Yosen High, were what this school considered weak, and every single person that was considered strong, or people high above the food chain took every single chance to remind me, and everyone else they saw as prey of that fact. They go out of their merry way to make everyone’s life a living hell and could care less about the repercussions it could cause them and how it affected our lives physically and mentally on a daily basis. 

This memory consists of something a little different though. One of the hunters helped the hunted. Someone he should have seen as prey just like the others did, and ganged up on with the rest of the wolves. But did the exact opposite. Maybe it was because everyone looked and thought of him as the alpha of the pack because of who he was, which made it hard for them to go against him at that exact moment. All I know is, they backed off pretty fast when he came to my rescue. 

I was walking to class that day. I hated to be late to pretty much every and anything. So, I was somewhat in a rush even though I had more than enough time to get to class. And I was about halfway there when I was yanked back by my backpack and slammed against a few lockers. I didn’t look around for too long though, because my eyes were quickly on the many feet that were surrounding me, along with my own. 

“What’s with the rush (M/N)?” I was asked, which caused many chuckles to follow the question.  “Trying to get away from little old me?” That damn voice. It was in my nightmares and haunted me every single minute of the day. It was taunting, frightening, and made my life a living hell when the person behind that voice did way more than just speaking. Putting horrible actions behind each word, each threat. 

“Come now, you know how I, along with everyone else here just hate being ignored.” I flinched when I felt someone’s hand run their fingers through my hair. My actions caused a few of the people surrounding me to chuckle. Of course, I said absolutely nothing, which made the main wolf click his tongue. “You’re starting to piss me off, you know?” He asked me, gripping my hair in his hand and bringing my face closer to his. 

I quickly shut my eyes when I saw a hand basically flying towards me, which slapped me a few seconds later. I winced at the pain but didn’t have much time to recover because I felt a sharp pain in my stomach which made my knees buckle. “I wonder. How much pain will you have to go through before you actually make a noise?” And with that question alone, I was hit in the stomach one more time before I fell to the floor. 

I tried not to groan from the pain as I hugged my stomach. I heard a few chuckles, which made me brace myself for impact once again, but it never actually came. I was confused by the silence that had begun to take place. Usually, this is where the kicks rain down on my entire body, so I was lost when I didn’t feel anything. Well, that was, until I heard a different voice that sent weird chills down my spine. “Ehh, all of you cut it out before I get angry.”