(Keiji POV)
My eyes flutter open to a white room, and I look around in confusion before remembering what happened.
“Standing up for your girlfriend? I don’t see why, she’ll just leave you like everyone else, like the worthless scum you are…”
My father’s words echo in my head and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force them away. He’s wrong. (F/N) said it herself that she wouldn’t leave me. But… maybe he was right. Maybe I am a worthless scumbag… I sit up, only to feel a pain in my thigh, and groan. Touching the scar lightly I wince and shake my head, No. (F/N) wouldn’t lie.
“(F/N)!” I say it out loud, noticing she’s not with me. She got cut earlier, I need to find her. I stand up and immediately collapse to the ground.
“Sir you shouldn’t be walking yet!” A nurse comes up to me, helping me back into the bed.
I nod, knowing I won’t be able to walk anyway, “Is a patient named (L/N) (F/N) here? Is she okay?”
“She’s in room 124, the next one over, she hasn’t woken up yet but is in stable condition. Would you like me to bring her here when she’s awake?” They tell me.
“Could I see her?” I grab their arm, “Even if she’s just sleeping?”
The nurse looks slightly conflicted, “Uhh, sure, I’ll get a wheelchair for you so you won’t have to walk,”
“Thank you,” I say as they leave the room.
They come back a minute later and help me into the wheelchair, then push me over to the next room, where I see a sleeping (F/N). The nurse leaves and I reach a hand out towards her face, moving some of her hair. Looking at the bed next to her, I see my mother, also asleep. I can’t believe he raped her… again.
“Mnhhhbbmll?” Some mubliming comes from (F/N) and she sleepily opens her eyes, squinting at me.
“Hello,” I whisper, holding her hand.
“Keiji?” she mutters, then seems to notice the wheelchair and starts to tear up, “A-are you going to need that? Is it because of when he stabbed you? You shouldn’t have pushed me out of the w-”
“No, I’m just using it for now until I regain some of my strength. Don’t worry,” I lean down, kissing her forehead.
She makes a face, “You got stabbed and you’re telling me not to worry!? Of course I’m worried! Was your home life always like that?”
I glance down at my lap, “... A lot of it was. The whole story is really long though,”
“I want to hear it. All of it,” she narrows her eyes at me.
I sigh and start the story, from the beginning when my father would only hit my mom, and at the end, when it was worse, so much worse. I explain the injuries and the weeks spent out of school. I tell her about having to make up excuses for my bruises and how he left one night, disappearing for a year. By the end of it I can feel tears slipping down my face as I lean over, resting my head on (F/N)’s shoulder. She rubs my back and plays with my hair, whispering soothing things to me. I can tell she’s crying as well.
“I’m sorry Keiji,” she says, slipping her hand unto mine.
I pull away from her shoulder and stare at her, “(F/N)... do you really think I’m a worthless scum?”
She cups my face with both hands, “Of course not! You actually believed that asshole? Keiji I love you, don’t ever think otherwise,”
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Perfect (Akaashi x Reader)
Random(L/N) (F/N) is the childhood friend of Bokuto Koutarou. In middle school she had to move to America, and three years later she's reunited with her best friend. Bokuto introduces her to Akaashi Keiji, and the two of them quickly become friends as wel...
