haikyuu x reader

•❦ Aoba Johsai Special •❦

100k...?
I don't know what to say.
I'm in tears :(( what did I even do to  deserve this? I'm so happy right now, thank you so so so much!

I don't even know how to repay you guys! What about you request a character and I'll write it down? I don't even know! I'm so lost in euphoria, you don't know how much this means to me.. Im so happy. Fuck-

Inspiration Credits:
BlauTheBlue

(My @ isn't working, send help—)

I am sure that the Seijoh Volleyball team won't ever act like this to anyone. This is all for the plot and they're behaviour here shall not be supported. :((

I do NOT, I will NOT, EVER support bullying. If you ever need help, do not be reluctant to reach out. My friend had experienced verbal bullying in her younger days and I do not find it entertaining whatsoever. Think about your actions and words, before spewing it out. Your words look like nothing, but they hurt like shit because they mean something offensive. I love you, darling, I love you so much.

♡

You slid down towards the dusty and besmirched ground once your back had hit the solid wall behind you, your knees brought up to your chest whilst your intricated hair had covered your rather blurry sight, numerous tears had escaped both the corners of your eyes as the uniform you wore was nearly torn up and it was quite fairly sullied from all the rabble placed on both your clothes and body. The notebook that held the volleyball player's statistics and past shots was drenched in the flavoured drink you brought from the vending machine earlier.

A lump in your throat appeared once your eyes grew clear, perceptive of your surroundings as your mouth agape in visible disbelief, your hands started shaking as a small sign of feeling your evident compunction about the wet notebook that laid on the ground - a small puddle appearing just right beneath it whilst your hand quickly reached out to grab it tightly, glancing over to your surprisingly dry towel before using that to attempt and wither the rather wet item in your hands. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck.." you repeated under your breath with a tone of huskiness going around, each mumbles going quieter.

"It's okay, Y/n...its still salvageable.." muttering reassurance directed towards your abashed emotion that washed over you from the moment you had been kicked and punched down to the ground just recently. A small sigh parting your lips as it escaped, your knees growing week from all the swings they had used against you, but it wasn't in your priority to care for yourself from that moment. All that was in your mind was the whole volleyball team wearing they're vexated expressions that was clearly for you.

Looking over towards your lacerated backpack, a whimper escaped you once you had seen the vandalism the dominating students had done for they're own entertainment, and "vendetta". Which meaning is soon to be unmasked and led out free as the wind.

Your mind was a blur once you had stood up completely, your hand reaching out for the vanquished bag that you own, a tight grasp appearing in the scene once you had the item in your hands, not minding the ringing pain that echoed through your bleeding ears, your teeth gritting as you muffled out the wince that escaped once you felt your abdomen thumping and swelling in evident affliction. "They're gonna be mad at me again..this is my fault.." you covered your irritation in self diss as you ran from behind the school building, the gymnasium being your destination to whereas your position as manager was found.

"Ah, you're finally her—" Sadayuki's mouth remained opened in surprise, despite no words coming out as his feet brought him towards the doorframe of the gym, seeing your tormented expression along with your disheveled clothing wear, his euphoric face transitioning to a somewhat downcasted and guilt rushing over, his hands flaling in the air as he engulfed you in a tight hug, his eyes shutting close. "Y/n, I told you many times..this school isn't right for you..you deserve alot more," he slightly pulled away to meet eyes with your watered ones, him almost breaking down from that moment once he had seen your broken orbs. The life in it was nearly gone, and the coach was desperate to bring it back, but with a situation like this, he knew it would be a rough path before he had claimed accomplisment.