[y/n] lay on his bed, staring at the bare ceiling above him. It was early in the morning and school was about to start. [y/n] barely got any sleep yesterday night, getting plunged into terrifying nightmares every time he closed his eyes.
After a few minutes, his phone rang, signalling for him to get up and prepare to go to school. [y/n] yawned and reached for his phone, patting the table a few times with his palm as he searched for his phone. When he finally felt the familiar screen underneath his hand, he grabbed it and slowly sat up.
[mum]
Hey, is everything at home going okay?Oh wait.
He had forgotten to message his mum about his brother's situation. [y/n] sighed and slowly pushed himself off the bed, wondering how on Earth is he going to tell his mum.
'Hey, your eldest son might have been self-harming. Please take notice and talk to him. Love, [y/n].'
Or.
'[b/n] might have been self-harming according to his friends. Love, [y/n].'
"Shit," [y/n] murmured under his breath. Both were equally bad.
He placed his phone back onto the side table and entered the toilet. He grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. While brushing his teeth, he couldn't help but glanced at the mirror... before edging closer to it to get a good look at his face.
Dark eye-bags complimented with puffy red eyes. Not recommended. [y/n] didn't want his classmates to see him in this state. He gripped the sink as he thought of ways to make himself look better as to not worry anyone.
Oh, his mother's makeup set. [y/n] hoped that she has extra concealer inside her drawers as he trudged into her room. He opened the drawer where she kept her makeup, rummaging through the boxes until he finally found the concealer.
"Great, now... how do I apply this...?" he sighed out loud. [y/n] used his phone to search up a tutorial.
A few minutes later, [y/n] looked much better. He made himself some toast and munched on it while scrolling through his text messages.
[y/n]
Hey Mum, everything's okay. I didn't break anything.
His finger hovered over the board, wondering how he should frame the next sentence. In the end, he still couldn't get anything out. [y/n] mentally slapped himself in disappointment before he clicked into the Karasuno's volleyball team group chat.
The texts were pretty much Daichi announcing some practice schedule while Tanaka and Nishinoya spammed a lot. [y/n] continued scrolling until he came across a message that made him stopped.
[tanaka-senpai]
Are you guys okay? Sorry about yesterday. @Kageyama @Hinata[daichi-san]
Wait... what happened?[tanaka-senpai]
They fought yesterday. I had to punch them both in the face to get them to stop.
Afterwards, the messages consisted of the team members asking what happened. Hinata and Kageyama never replied Tanaka and Tanaka never told anyone in the group chat what happened. [y/n] assumed he told others privately so he decided to text Tanaka.
[y/n]
Hey, Tanaka-senpai. What exactly happened yesterday?[tanaka-senpai]
Oh [l/n], I'm not exactly sure myself. But Kageyama and Hinata fought a lot before. I just hope this can be resolve quickly.
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Fallen Angel | Haikyuu Male Reader Insert
Fanfiction❝He was nicknamed the Fallen Angel. Once a powerful force to be reckoned with, now, nothing more than a memory.❞ »»-------------------► Started: 2/5/20 Ended: N/A [ pictures used in the cover does not belong the the author, nor does haikyuu ]