No place for us |nessx reader

From the moment you stepped into Germany, you knew you didn't belong. The stares, the whispers, the way people looked at you like you were less-it was everywhere. You were an outsider, an unwanted piece in a puzzle that had no space for you. Even when you found your father, the world around you didn't accept you.

And yet, Ness did.

He never looked at you like the others did. He never questioned your presence, never hesitated to stand by your side when others turned their backs. He was warmth in a place that had been nothing but cold, the only one who treated you like you mattered.

But the world didn't like that.

The first time someone called you a slur, Ness nearly broke their jaw. The first time you were pushed aside on the streets, he was the one who pulled you back, whispering, "They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you." The first time you were told you would never make it-never be enough-he was the one who laughed, his violet eyes dark with something unreadable.

"They don't get to decide that. You belong wherever you want to be."

You should've known then. You should've seen the warning signs in the way he clung to you, the way he hated the idea of you ever being alone again.

But you didn't.

And when you left Germany, you thought you had left him behind too.

Years later, in Japan, the discrimination hadn't disappeared. It had just changed.

Now, instead of strangers in a foreign country, it was the people around you. Players who saw you as an obstacle. Coaches who doubted you before they even saw you play. Teammates who smiled to your face but questioned your worth behind your back.

You had learned to endure it. To fight back with skill, with determination, with the refusal to let them break you.

But Ness?

He wasn't interested in endurance.