•Haikyuu x Reader• ~oneshots~ {Requests open}

I can't remember who I was, just last december -Hinata Shoyo x Reader-

I'll never be the same again now,

"Hey! Why did you run away?" you heard Hinata yell at you. You turned your head to look at the boy. You felt your anxiety start to get even worse, the boy looked down at your knee, a face full of concern. You scrambled up, but ended up falling again. The tears came out of your eyes.

Same again now.

"I-I'm sorry please l-leave me alone!" you curled up on the floor, pushing yourself to the nearest wall and putting your hands on your ears to block out the noise. You buried your head in your knees, Hinata was now very concerned. Hinata cautiously approached you, getting down on his knees. You flinched away from his hand coming towards you. Hinata stared in horror as he realized why you were so scared.

Oh my god, I can't remember,

"Hey... I'm not going to hurt you L/N... It's okay..." he soothed, you hesitantly let him put his hands on your shoulders. Your eyes were wired shut, as your friend Hinata picked you up, which made you slightly panic, he ran over and crouched behind the gym, hiding the two of you. He peered around the corner seeing the team run over in the area.

Who I was just last December,

"I saw them go this way! Come on! We gotta go help them!" you heard Yachi shout as footsteps pounded where you once were. Hinata sharply turned back to you, seeing the tears flowing down your face.

What have I done, how did I get here?

Many people thought he was super oblivious and innocent, but he wasn't, he knew social ques and when something was wrong. He pulled you into his arms, softly holding onto your back, you letting out tears on his chest. It wasn't obvious to anyone, but you had a rough home life. No one really knew the extent of your family life, because it was something that was always steered clear from. Hinata was always curious about it, you were a very quiet and shy person, never talking to many people. Boys and girls alike found you cute and mysterious.

What have I done?

Your family life was rough, you had come out to your parents, which resulted in them disowning you and abusing you in your own home. You had come out as Bisexual in your third year of middle school, you used to be very vibrant and optimistic, but over winter break, you had slightly changed. It made some people wonder what happened to you. You slowly changed from being happy and optimistic, to quiet and shy. You were being hit and kicked every time you said anything at home, or even when you glanced at your parents. Whenever you did something wrong, you were hurt so bad. Your mom and dad hated you. It hurt. A lot. You never told anyone, just opting for a facade. You developed severe social anxiety and trust issues. Hinata was the only one besides Yachi who you felt comfortable with.

Oh my god, look in the mirror,

"L/N, why didn't-"

"Don't call me that! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" you sobbed into his chest, pounding on it with your fists. Hinata hugged you tighter, making you feel secure for the first time in a year. Your breathing steadied, but the tears flowed freely while you sat in your friends lap.

I was young, nothing to fear once,

"Would you rather me call you F/N?" Hinata softly asked, petting your head with his hand gently. You nodded softly, wrapping your arms around him to hug him back, adjusting your position to sit on his lap more comfortably. "Do you get hurt at home F/N?"

What have I done, how did I get here?

You look up into his eyes, full of fear, full of hesitance, full of anxiety. You began crying harder than before, and that's all that he needed to see. He let you let everything out into his chest, not caring about practice, his friend was way more important than practice. He always noticed this sad demeanor behind your smiles, almost like they were forced. Now he knew why. He held you tighter, not letting you go. The blood from your nose was now dripping on his shirt, staining the shirt Hinata had on. You saw it stain and pulled away.