The Greatest Noxian (Highschool K/DA x Male Reader)

Me

Life is strange

I run past the students surrounding me. My heart pounds and my breath runs short.

Sometimes, you feel like you've figured out life.

Five students surround me at my locker. The pounding of my heart fills my head with its noise.

But life, always has a way of tripping you up.

I take the first swing and knock one kid cleanout. The others ready themselves.

At times, it's your own choices that destroy you.

???: "That's the guy."

But most often, it's another person's choices that kill you.

???: "He's the one who raped Aliza."

Choices... choices... they're a strange thing.

Sirens blared, they were deafening to me.

There are good choices and bad choices.

???: "My client did nothing wrong!"

I made a terrible choice, one that will stick with me until the day I die.

???: "Who's gonna believe you Y/n?"

Her cackle sounded like nails to a chalkboard.

But the thing about choices is that they can create mistakes.

???: "It's okay Y-Y/n, I know you d-didn't do it."

Soft hands stroke my hair gently.

And I ALWAYS learn from my mistakes.

My eyes sting from the crying, I look at the mirror in front of me. But I don't recognize the person in the mirror.

A frail, scared, and depressed boy, that's what I saw in the mirror.

My name is Y/n L/n, and today is the day I start my new life.
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My eyes shoot open while I sit up in my bed. I take long deep breaths to calm myself.

Just like the therapist said, long deep breaths.

In

I breathe in

And out

I breathe out.

I repeated the cycle until my heart stopped racing. I end off my breathing with a sigh.

That's it, nice and easy. One step at a time. I got this.

I reach over to my nightstand, which is just a cardboard box I repurposed into a drawer.

I feel around until I grab my charging cable, I follow it to my phone. I turn on my phone and check the time.

5:07, Gotta love waking up an hour before I'm supposed to.

I grumbled knowing falling back to sleep wasn't an option.

Sleep deprivation is an unfortunate consequence of stress.

I struggled to get out of my bed.

One step at a time Y/n, that's all it is.

I sat on my bed for a couple of minutes before I built up the strength to stand up.

Nice and easy.

I took a few wobbly steps to get into the bathroom. I lean on the bathroom door for support.