So since Haizaki still has very few good fics of him where he isn't used as a tool to cause conflict and isn't 100% worse than he really is. I decided to write this.
Also, this is a Haizaki X Gom fic. If you have a problem with that. Goodbye. And if you hate Haizaki. Why the hell did you click this lol?
Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Kuroko no Basuke Kuroko's Basketball or any of its characters. I only own the plot of this fic. Also, this is cross posted onto ao3 and wattpad.
Haizaki Shougo was menacing and mean. He was a delinquent, a bully and every parents' nightmare. He stole, cheated and was always covered in cuts and bruises; he wore like trophies after every fight.
Except that was a lie.
He hid behind a mask that fooled everyone into thinking nothing could break him. When deep down inside, he was breaking.
He kept people at an arm's length and pushed away whoever got close because...
He was afraid of getting hurt.
But no matter how hard he tried not to. He always got hurt. Hurt by the people closest to him and the ones who were supposed to love him.
Yet, they didn't.
No one did.
People tended to steer clear of him or pretended he didn't exist. Nobody saw past his façade. They saw what he wanted them to see. Not what was seeping through the cracks.
Nobody understood him. They didn't even try.
The people he thought that would. Rejected him and tossed him away like trash. They never gave him a chance. Left him out. Replaced him. He watched them grow and change into something better while he faded into the background.
They didn't need him. They never needed him.
They were miracles, and he... he was nothing.
He was always alone. Did everything on his own. He didn't rely on anyone. Didn't need anyone. Didn't trust anyone. Didn't love anyone.
Except they were all lies too.
He just didn't want to admit it. That would make him vulnerable. Being vulnerable made him weak. Being weak made him easy to shatter.
He always shattered like glass, cutting himself every time he tried to pick up the pieces, watching as blood trickled between his fingertips.
At night, he would muffle his sobs, soaking his pillow with tears.
In the morning, he would cover his pain with long sleeves and anger.
He pushed himself through the day. So, he wouldn't fall apart.
But he always did...
Like a house of cards.
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