WHAT WOULD HQ BOYS DO IF YOU BREAK DOWN OUT OF NOWHERE
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warning: none that i think of, reader is just sad, overwhelmed, and stressed in general
amihan's note: this actually happened to me one time, i couldn't take it anymore and just bawled my eyes out. i felt good after it tho, it's like weight has been lifted :') happy reading!
you take a deep breath with your eyes closed, bundle of papers in hand. everything that's happening in school overwhelms you. it was like time passed by quickly, the next thing you know the deadline is right in front of your eyes.
you look down at the paper, lips quivering, eyes starting to sting. without knowing, your hand tightens at the paper you're holding, creasing the corner. koushi approaches you about to ask a question regarding one of the many activities when he takes notice of your tense posture.
he rushes in front of you, holding your hand, "hey what's wrong?" his voice is soft and gentle. you look up to him and just like that, tears start flowing freely down your cheeks.
without uttering a single word, koushi engulfs you in a hug, blocking your frame from the rest of the students. he firmly holds your head against his torso, your arms wrapping around his waist. he sends a glare whenever a student tries to be nosy or even look your way.
-tendou satori
you're a blink away from letting the tears you've been holding back ever since the day started. you can't help it, it was one thing after the other, it just kept piling up. satori sees your gloomy mood, like always he tries to put a smile on your face.
you look up to him, eyes shaking slightly, tears threatening to fall down. not eliciting the usual giggle or small laugh from you, it was like a switch flip inside of satori. he is not his usual cheery and carefree self, he has this serious and no traces of emotion the moment he takes notice of how serious the situation is.
he stays by your side, nursing you with tissues and a bottle of water. wiping your tears for you whenever you're busy wording out on what caused your breakdown. he's all ears and overall, a great listener, he sits there quietly, nodding throughout your ranting.
you turn to him, sobs calming down. you give him a sad smile, "thank you, angel." satori returns the smile, nudging you a little "oh you're making me blush, i told you i'm nowhere like that," you cup his cheeks, sincere with your claim, "you're an angel, baby."
his lips forming a little pout, "fine, but always remembere that i'm here for you," he grabs a tissue from the box and gently wipes a stray tear that fell down your eye.
if you wear makeup, i can feel that satori, like the sweet enthusiastic boy he is, will offer to do it for you. which you did let him, appreciating all the things he's done for you.
-aone takanobu
you don't know how you and aone have gotten close throughout the school year. not that you're complaining though, because despite the reputation the other students paint him, under all those is just a big softie that's overflowing with love and affection.
even with the short amount of time you two spent together, he knows you like the back of his hand. words may have been spoken very little but neither of you complained or had a hard time understanding each other.
just like at this moment, aone takes one good look at you and he already knows, he always does. he straight up gives you a bear hug, stroking your head in comfort. "it's gonna be better soon," he mumbles, resting his chin on top of your head.
"i know," you muffle against his chest. "thank you," you snuggle closer, finding comfort and security in his arms. he stays like that for as long as you need, helping you calm down your hiccups and sobbing.
-bokuto koutarou
note: this may be my favoritism showing but i see and headcanon koutarou being an expert when it comes to emotions. i mean he saw right through keiji and that one chapter was phenomenal, to say i was taken aback will be an understatement.
you try really hard not to let koutarou hear your soft sniffles, you don’t want to add another baggage with the pressure he must be feeling for going in for nationals. even if he appears confident, he does get nervous and feels the pressure too.
however, koutarou can be well aware of his surroundings when he wants to. as soon as he sees your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, “n/n!! why didn’t you say anything? what happened? who did this to you?” he fires questions your way.
he quickly grabs the box of tissue he always keeps inside his bag and opens your bag for your tumblr. he knows what to do, he doesn’t even need any word from you.
his movements flowing like it's part of his daily routine, setting the tissue in front of you, standing up to refill your water bottle if it's half-empty. “why didn’t you say anything?” concern laced in his voice.
if you have long hair, he knows where you usually keep your extra ties and will put your hair up in a messy ponytail. when he doesn't hear an answer from you and just looks at him with saddened eyes, he nods, understanding your silent plea and holds you close.
after you calm down, he will not say anything. he doesn’t like it when you cry, so he wouldn’t push you on telling him anything. he will act like you didn’t just bawl your eyes out minutes ago.
he will brighten your day and continue like nothing happened and he will replace all those negative thoughts with positive ones.
-tetsurou kuroo
you’ve been moody today, kuroo can notice it from a mile away. he knows everything about you, he knows how you always bottled-up your feelings. pushing it aside instead of facing it. as a matter of fact, he’s the reason of your break down.
don’t take it the wrong way though, his intentions are nothing but good. he cares for you more than anyone and anything, he doesn’t want you penting all those emotions just to burst at the wrong time.
his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the wall, basically kabedoning you. “no more running away,” his tone stern, you can see that he’s clearly had enough with you avoiding him.
“what do you mean, kuro?” you look up at him, trying to sound okay as much as possible. “don’t ‘what do you mean’ me, and no, those cute eyes will not work this time!” he pointedly stares at you.
you sigh, leaning forward, bumping your forehead on his chest. “fine. you got me,” you mumble and the waterworks works its way down your cheeks. his hand automatically wrapping around you for comfort, “what did i tell you about this?”
you just whimper, having no energy to reply. “i told you.. it’s bad doing that to yourself,” he ever so slightly rocks you back and forth.
after what felt like hours of bawling your eyes out, you look at him. “i hate you,” you sniff while he wipes your tears away with his handkerchief. “but don’t you feel lighter and better now?” he chuckles, rubbing your back. “yes.. but still!” you roll your eyes at him, letting him take care of you, standing still for him.
