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

Breaking Down

Y/n PoV

My heart beat in pure agony.

Thoughts of Kai'sa ran through my mind.

Thoughts of rejection.

Thoughts of love.

Thoughts of lament.

Not one of those thoughts was about what just happened.

The feeling of nausea followed me around, likely due to all the blood I lost.

Fuck, I feel like shit.

Akali, being the generous soul she is, helped me to the couch.

Sitting peacefully, as everything around me finally stopped buzzing, I relax my aching and traumatized body.

I'm okay... it's not that bad...

Trembling and shaking, I lift my hand.

The knuckles were severely disfigured, and blood dripped down onto my fine carpet.

I'm never gonna be able to clean that.

I placed my hand on my lap and squeezed it tightly to slow the bleeding.

It'll serve as extra punishment, for snapping at them.

My baby sister, Ahri.

My dearest friend, Evelynn.

And...

My first true love... Kai'sa...

I shake my head as Akali arrives with bandages, alcohol, and a cup of water.

Her dress was dirty, and I could see her makeup was ruined ever so slightly, near the eyes.

She cried for me.

Initially looking apprehensive, I give her a comforting smile, to which her face shifts to one of worry.

She sat down next to me and placed her head on my shoulder.

I let go of my hand and wrap my good hand around her.

Me: "I'll be okay Kal, I promise."

She squeezed me tightly and buried her face in my side.

Akali: "That's the same thing Ina would say..."

She made eye contact.

Akali: "And look how that turned out."

I sighed as I gently rubbed her shoulder.

Me: "I'm not Ina, am I?"

She frowned.

Me: "I'm a tough mother fucker, it takes more than a dangerous situation to break me."

I look ahead.

Me: "Besides, even if I did, I've got my family to beat some sense into me."

I reach for the alcohol, but Akali stops my arm.

Akali: "Let me."

She grabbed the alcohol, still clung to my side.

I smile at her and move my hand into hers.

My hand was bigger than hers, and just a small tad bloodier.

Her soft palms were a nice reprieve from the cold leather couch.

She looked at my hand with sadness in her eyes.

I can't blame her... if she did something like this to herself I'd be just as upset.