The Manager (KDA Male Insert)

The Bike

Now, let's take this story back. Back to when you were 15 years old. Let's take this back to Ionia.

You dragged your feet as you walked down the street toward the recreation center of the small town. Your white shirt had a tear in it and your pants were dirty. Your shoes were a bit tight but they were mostly clean. What would really catch someone's eye is the fact that you had a massive bruise on your cheek now.

You finally reached the center and walked in. You made your way towards the back where the dance classes were going on and waited outside. You could hear the music from inside the room as you leaned against the wall.

Inside, Ahri was following the steps to the dance her teacher wanted them to learn. Her leotard matched all the others and her black hair was tied in a bun while her ears stuck out proudly. The music ended and Ahri let out a sigh of relief. She finally got it down.

Teacher: Good work, Ahri. You've gotten much better.

Ahri: Thank you.

Teacher: I guess I'll see you next week. Keep practicing.

Ahri nodded as the Teacher packed her things. She grabbed her bag and gave one last wave before she left the room where she found you.

Teacher: Oh, hello, Y/N. How are you today?

Y/N: Not so bad.

The teacher smiled while you kept your head down. Once she left, you entered the room with the door closing behind you. Ahri took a deep breath and repeated the dance while you took a seat on the other side of the room. You watched her and caught your reflection in the mirrors attached to the wall.

Your hair was a mess and you still had some dry blood on your lip. Ahri looked so, perfect. And you looked so, beaten. Made sense.

Ahri suddenly stopped dancing when she spotted you looking at the mirror.

Ahri: Y/N?

She walked over to you and saw your face which made her gasp.

Ahri: What happened?!

She rushed over to you and kneeled down. She lifted your face so she could see the damage. You pushed her hand away and leaned back against the mirror.

Y/N: Nothing. I just crashed on my bike.

Ahri: What? Then you should have more injuries. What did....wait. Did Aatrox do this?

You just stayed quiet. Ahri lifted your face again and looked at your busted lip. She shook her head and walked over to her bag before walking back to you. She set it down and sat on her knees as she looked through it. She pulled out the first aid kit she always carried with her and began to clean your wounds.

This was embarrassing for you. Everytime she did this it was embarrassing.

Y/N: I said I'm fine.

Ahri: I don't care. <You need to take care of your wounds before they get bad. Did you tell your parents about this?>

You just looked at her.

Ahri: <You need to tell someone about this. What if he goes too far one day?>

Y/N: Then he does. I'm not even mad he did this. I'm more pissed he took my bike.

Ahri stopped cleaning your cut and looked at you with worried eyes.

Ahri: He took your bike?

You slowly nodded.

Y/N: Yeah. I have no idea where he is.