A.N: To the people who are reading when this was published, Happy New Years! I hope I can write more in 2016 ; u ;

I'm sorry, I just couldn't get any idea for a Kagami x Reader story D: but please enjoy this Kasamatsu x Reader instead :3 I've written multiple drafts; one is an AU where the entire Seirin team is actually a gang, another one is about how Reader-chan works at Maji Burger because she's financially unstable.

I got the story idea because, occasionally, I fall through depression. I'm pretty useless, myself. I can't really do anything correctly, and I'm really ugly in real life. Whenever I think about my future, the only thing I can imagine is a life being a single lady working at a fast food restaurant, barely able to support herself. In bleak situations, I even think that I'll be homeless when I'm an adult. Everyday, I see beautiful women and men, and I wish I was one of them. My self esteem is low, and I absolutely despise being in public areas. I find refuge on the Internet, where nobody can see your face, and you can put on a fake personality to mask your real one. I always wish there was somebody that who would love me like Kasamatsu does in this fic.

When I think about this, my chest gets incredibly tight, and it does feel like something is crushing it.

Anyways, please forgive my incredibly pointless rant, and enjoy the story!

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You stare out of the window as your teacher continues his incessant rambling. It feels like it will never end. Your eyes flicker shut. It will only be for a little bit. You don't fall asleep that easily.

You are awakened by laughter around you. Your classmates are giggling. Your teacher is glaring down at you. His expression is stern, and you can tell that he's going to hold a grudge on you for quite some time. It doesn't matter. Your grades and social reputation are bad enough. Falling asleep in class won't make a difference. You have nothing else to lose. Your parents are abusive. You have to hide from them when they get drunk, or else they will fatally injure you. The only place where you can find refuge is school, and now, it is becoming your hell. There's nowhere else to run except for into Death's loving embrace.

The bell rings, and the teacher gives you a look that says you're going to be in deep trouble if he catches you sleeping again. You shove your books and pencils in your bag, and you head to the cafeteria to buy lunch. You do not allow your mother and father to pack your lunch because you are afraid they will add something dangerous in it. You have a part time job, and you use the money to buy a small sandwich for lunch everyday.

The only reason why you have not tried suicide is because of one person. You used to have a friend in elementary school who played basketball, so one day, you decided to observe your school's basketball team. You were charmed by the black haired third year point guard, Kasamatsu Yukio. You love his ambitious personality, and you also admire his ability to lift his teammates' spirits.

You think about the first time you met Kasamatsu while you walk down to the cafeteria. You get in line to buy food, but somebody pushes you over. A group of girls snicker as they look down at you. They kick and punch you. Nobody tries to help you; your peers either ignore or laugh at you. You try to raise your arms in defense, but it doesn't relieve the pain. You give the girls all the money you were carrying. They look satisfied, and they strut away. You push yourself to a standing position, and you sprint. You run to the large sakura tree in the school's campus. The flowers' soft pink color made you happy. They reminded you that in a sea of grey and black, there's always a few small dots of pink.

You sit down at the base of the tree and close your eyes as the sakura petals flutter around you. Tears roll down your cheeks, which make the cuts and bruises on your face sting. You remind yourself that there must be somebody who will comfort you, who will ease you through the pain. Yet, your chest tightens at the thought. You know it isn't true. Nobody will try to make you feel better. They have more important things than comforting a girl who can't do anything.

You laugh weakly. That's right. You can't do anything. Even if you were to make it through hell, there was no way you can support yourself after. Your grades, social reputation, and athletic skills are all mediocre at best. You are useless, and that is the truth.

You take out a knife with a red handle. Weapons are not allowed at school, but nobody checks your backpack for any. You like the color red, because it's the color of the crimson blood that flows out of a wound after somebody has died. You stand up and press the cold metal against your neck. You close your eyes and smile.

Somebody wrenches the knife out of your hand. It falls to the concrete, clattering on the ground. You look up in fear, afraid the person would do the deed for you.

It is Kasamatsu.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks sternly.

You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a rasp. You haven't used your voice for a while. All you can do is cry. There goes your chance. You've screwed it up. Now, Kasamatsu thinks you're a naive, infantile girl who cries every time she is spoken to.

Kasamatsu pats your head. His voice is more gentle than before. "Are you okay? What were you doing just then?"

You press your head into his chest. You need the warmth of a human being. "Kasamatsu-senpai..." you manage to choke out.

Kasamatsu wraps his arms around you. He rubs your back. "Don't commit suicide, _."

A wave of tears flood down your face. Kasamatsu continues. "Even though you may think you are useless, every single life is valuable. You shouldn't think of throwing it away so carelessly like that. _, please, I beg you, don't kill yourself. When I leave, don't even consider suicide again. I know you'll find something you have a burning passion for in life. That something will pull you through."

Kasamatsu releases you. You choke as you grab at the hem of his shirt. "Kasamatsu-senpai..." you cry. "Don't leave, please!"

Kasamatsu stares at you as you break down sobbing. "I love you," you utter between sobs. "I love you so much... You're the only reason I'm not dead yet, senpai..."

You look up and laugh. "Even though you were comforting me, you don't have any real feelings of love toward me, do you?"

"It really feels like I'm in hell."

Kasamatsu holds your hand and looks at you with soft eyes. "_, when did I ever say I didn't love you?"

Your eyes widen at his statement. A croak comes out of your mouth. "You..."

"I do love you, _. I saw you watching us practice everyday. You always looked down with a childish expression, like you were captivated by all of our plays. When I found out you were bullied, I felt bad. I wanted to make you feel better."

Kasamatsu hands you a sandwich. You saw it on display in the lunch window once. Its bread is light and fluffy. The flavor is supposedly rich and flavorful. "Let's eat lunch, okay?" Kasamatsu asks.

Under the cherry tree, you sit between Kasamatsu's legs. He buries his face into the nook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "_, are you feeling better?" he asks.

"I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest, like I can breathe freely again. There's only a trace of pain remaining, like a scar from a terrible accident."

Kasamatsu smiles as he strokes your hair. "I'm glad."

An emotion is flooding your systems. It's not sadness, loneliness, or pain. It's something completely different, something that is the polar opposite. It is something that you have never experienced in your life.

All you can feel at the moment is an overwhelming love.