Haikyuu One shots

~ Someone To Rely On (Yamaguchi) ~

I stared at the reflection of myself on the window pane.

Upon seeing the hideous scar that ran from my neck to my shoulder, I slowly spaced out.

"You're useless."
"Go and die somewhere."
"Weirdo."
"Pathetic."

Insults echoed all around me.

There has been countless times where I've experienced pain.

There was no one to rely on.

What about your siblings?

They died in a fire.

Parents?

My parents died along with my siblings, as for my foster parents, they didn't really care much about me.

They probably thought I was a wrong choice to begin with.

Friends?

Don't have one and never will have.

Well, that's what I thought until I met him.

~~~***~~~

It was during my fourth grade when I've spotted this boy upon entering the classroom.

He was sitting on his seat with his head down, hands clenched over the other and was slightly shaking.

He looked like he wasn't the type of person to stand out, probably the type to blend in the background.

"You're gonna cry?"

From a distance, I watched as a classmate tormented him along with his buddies.

"C'mon, you're such baby. Can't you even fight back?" The other spat out.

Fear.

It was evident in his eyes, he was scared. It was just the first week of school and there are now kids bullying him.

Despite all of that, I would see him slowly stand up on his own two feet and continue to push forward.

His eyes once full of tears, now is full of hope.

It was something I admired, something that I clearly lacked.

One day, his bullies stopped tormenting him and chose me as their target.

"Doesn't she look like a demon?" One of the bullies snickered, pointing a finger at my direction.

I chose to ignore them.

I'm used to people judging me because of this scar, the reminder of how my parents and siblings died.

"Hey demon, are you planning to curse us or something?"

"No." I mumbled, probably audible enough for them to hear.

They were taken aback for a moment after hearing my voice.

"Well, wow. She talks."

Wasting no second of my time, I decided to exit the classroom.

"Uhuh, not so fast."

One of the boys blocked my way before I could even go out.

Turning back, I found myself cornered with the very same bullies of his.

They all have this mischievous look in their eyes, as if they're predators ready to pounce on their prey.

" Why don't you tell us on how you got that?" the leader of the group asked, pointing to the scar on my neck.