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.

The elder blonde had already took awareness and notice of what the volleyball player's had done to you. And he hated himself for not sticking up towards you, as much as he disliked to admit his thoughts, he knew his own volleyball team was much more powerful than he would ever be - Oikawa with his reputation, Iwaizumi as the ace, Mattsun and Makki had grown to become an iconic duo, whilst the rest held their own potentiality and prominence around the school campus. Whilst he was just a faculty member, he held no power despite being older.

Irihata eyed you with soft sympathy before clearing his throat, his hand curling up to a ball to cover his mouth whilst his gaze stuck towards the ground. "L/n, you need to take care of the team for now. Me and Sadayuki were called to the faculty for a immediate meeting, we will come back in a few minutes or an hour from now." he stopped his words, biting his lower lip to let out the sigh he was holding - knowing this wouldn't end well once him and the other coach had left.

Sadayuki's face paled visibly, his mouth agaped to protest but his head had stopped him first, his eyes travelling the expressions of his juniors - knowing they were planning to give you a small torment. He felt heavy reluctance about leaving you with no company, especially if its with the team he was in.

"That's a funny reaction, Y/n! Do it again!" Oikawa mockingly sang cheerfully, his smile brightening along with widening its size once he had taken notice of the tears that fell down from your watered eyes, small hiccups escaping your lips whilst, Matsukawa was bouncing a volleyball up from a distance, the small yet simple smile on his face was enough evidence for you to make an assumption he was currently ready to serve the volleyball directed aimed towards you. Iwaizumi in the corner with his arms crossed, giving the scene a quick sisde glance before returning his gaze back down to the ground.

"Iwaizumi, look. Ahaha, the little pest had ruined our statistical notebook," Hanamaki commented, his hand waving the nearly dry item in the air, a childishly playful smirk plastered on his tranquil yet malicious expression, his eyes lingering with mischief whilst his demeanour set off an energy that made the ace himself shiver in his spot, his eyes going over towards Hanamaki as he gave him a quick forced grin. "Pfft, what is she gonna do about that? Lick it clean for us?" he felt his heart drop, instant regret flowing through his ragged emotions once the words were spewed out his mouth.

Hanamaki blinked a few times before his obnoxious yet entertained laugh rang through the gymnasium, not expecting such a bold suggestion from the dark haired male. The wing spiker could only let his lips curl into a sinister smirk, tipping an imaginary fedora hat as his gesture of gratitude before walking over towards where you were, Kindaichi throwing the empty water bottle away after pouring the wet substance ontop of your head, his expression filled with amusement whilst Kunimi could only smile at the scene unfolding right before his very eyes. Watari in the background with his hand covering his mouth, his shoulders shuddering from his laughter.

Iwaizumi clutching his fist whilst he watched as your knees started to give up when you stood up, your head hung down low as you walked over towards where your bag was thrown towards the ground, Oikawa tripping you after a few steps - his giggle making the ace himself shake in complete fear. Yet you only brought yourself back up oncr again, eyes covered with your hair as you pulled a scissor with sharp blades, Watari — whom was just a few feet away from you, stopped in his tracks and froze in his spot.

The dark haired ace's mouth agape, his hand reaching out yet you were too far; sweat running cold as he watched blade shine infront of his very eyes, his feet running over to where the scissor had met contact contact with your skin, his mouth opening wide as he screams:

"Y/N!"

"What?!" Iwaizumi blinked a few times after his eyes opened, his tears blurring his eyes before it got clearer, looking around the vehicle where all eyes were onto his quite concernedly, Oikawa pouting worriedly as he clutches the ace's hands in small reassurance, head tilting towards the side in curiosity. Yet the wing spiker paid no mind, his eyes travelling towards your h/c hair, meeting orbs with your e/c one's - which showed confusion.

He stood up from his seat, he could care less about the vehicle moving in the free road, his feet supporting him before his arms were wide open to give your figure a tight hug, relief washing through his body. "You're okay.." you didn't react, the assumption of him having a nightmare clicking into your ideas whilst you mirrored his actions, patting his back, "Of course.."

"And you're alive.."

"No shit, Iwa-chan. She's right the—ouchie!"

so, uh..im trying to write a smut, please help, it looks like shit—