A Kageyama x Reader (Angst + Fluff) By C Warnings: Suicide and Depression, Insecurities, Profanity Notes: 1. I accept constructive criticism with editorial issues and revisions 2. Updates will arbitrarily vary depending on my schedule 3. Do not repost or plagiarize 4. Please note that my purpose of writing is not to belittle the gravity of suicide. If you are uncomfortable with any of the subjects mentioned above, please refrain from reading. 5. Hope you enjoy :)

A Tsukishima x Reader Angst - By C You clenched the edges of the bathroom sink, falling to your knees. The ambivalent emotions clashed against one another, tearing yourself apart. All the plans, choices, and future you thought you had under control were crumbling in your grasp, bit by bit. It was the distressed fear that burned your skin, igniting the pain locked beneath the surface of your mind. An indescribable torrent of insecurities, neglected, emerged inevitably, trapping you from the escape. You dug your nails into your pale skin, drawing blood as the shadows of the walls loomed into an abyss, but it wasn't enough to distract. The one lifeline that kept you afloat for so long had finally abandoned you to drown alone as you slipped into the empty nothingness, void of all but desensitized fear. Here, it was empty, and you sat there, unthinking, left with the shards of your reflection. They were splintered and distorted with the imperfections: the invariable number, your flawed skin, the bloated fat. You fruitlessly clawed your body to escape this grotesque creature, but, still, the pain was cancerous, splitting your heart into shattered fragments. You were drowning in the ocean of insecurities and self-hatred you created; drowning because of the weight of your expectations; drowning because of the burden of the fat. You couldn't think, not underneath the sea of panic, you couldn't. It was too much, and it was too late to reach the surface. "Stop. Make it stop. Someone make it stop," your voice cracked. Suddenly, you couldn't breathe anymore, a sharp throb breaching your chest. The thorns began to cut, shredding the paper of your reality inscribed with ink that muddled in a dark blotch. You had nothing; nothing to erase, nothing to have. Here and now, all you had left was the shards of your reflection. Highest Rankings: #3 in TsukishimaxReader #10 in Hungry (?? wtf ??)