dusk till dawn

nightmares

Third Person Point of View:

'It's my first day at practice and someone already hates me.'

The copper-haired first year thought to himself, staring at the ground. He had been able to get into Shiratorizawa, the most prestigious school in the Miyagi Prefecture, and it was his first time at volleyball practice.

"You are Shirabu, correct?"

He looked up to see the one person he looked up to, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

"Yes, that's me. Did I do something wrong?"

"Not necessarily. I was told that-"

"USHIWAKA HELP! HE'S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME. Oh, you're talking to Shirabu huh~?"

There was a hint of annoyance in his voice. Shirabu wondered if he was mocking him or if he was being serious.

'Damnit Shirabu, it's the first fucking day. And I thought I'd find a place to belong here.'

Then, Shirabu realized he was alone. He had no friends anymore. All of his old friends had either left or they had drifted apart. He started to tear up.

'Stop it. Don't cry in front of them. No one wants to be friends with a weakling. I could just kill myself and they wouldn't care so why do I? No wonder the ash-blonde hates me. If someone like me took my place, I'd hate them too.'

One tear, then two. They just came steaming down his face.

"Are you alright?"

"Oop. Is what I said too mean?"

Their voices were so close yet so far away. He looked up, frantically looking for someone, anyone, that could help him, but there was no one. Everyone left and nobody loved him. Not his homophobic mom and his dad was dead. Hell even his fucking brother, who he was so close with, had left him there to die. As he was about to give up, someone caught his eye.

"Semi?"

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Shirabu's Point of View:

"SON! SON?! WAKE UPPPPP."

"The fuck? Why are you screaming? Also like, you're not my mom."

Tch. I had that dream again. I swear to Asahi it's gonna kill me someday.

"Shirasu~, don't be so mean."

"Shut the fuck up Tendou, I told you to stop calling me that."

I opened my eyes to find my head on Semi's lap.

"Plus- wait a second, WHY THE FUCK IS ME HEAD ON YOUR LAP?! Fucking pervert."

I sat up, pushing him away.

Just like always, I'm pushing them away. I push everyone away.

And just like that, more tears came dripping down my face.

"NOOOOO, DON'T CRY! Even if you push me away, I'll still love you so don't be depressed, suicidal bitch."

As always, Semi was the only one who knew how to cheer me up. I loved him, and he loved me."

"Shut up. And don't call me a suicidal bitch, narcissistic hoe."

"I love you too Bu-bu~."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

I stood up, and walked away.

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Semi's Point of View:

Damn, he really is so fucking cute.

"Semi, Is this normal?"

"Hm? Oh yeah. He just has a lot of nightmares. It happens at least twice a week."

"I'm not talking about the nightmares. You called him a suicidal bitch correct? I'd like to know why."

Shit. He told me not to tell anyone. Plus, if I do they'll all overreact.

"Uh, what do you mean? I have not ever said something like that, no sir. I will now take my leave. YEET!"

And so, I yeeted myself out of there.

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imma rewrite this entire thing fuuuun