Ship: Midousuji/Onoda Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Word Count: 506 words
If they went to the same school. Warnings for bullying, other students being indifferent, emotional manipulation, isolation, mean girl tactics.
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“Freak.” Three against one weren’t fair odds but nobody in the room would speak up for Midousuji. Why should they? He was a freak after all. Always so quiet, always keeping to himself.
Midousuji was tall but thin which made him easy prey for the stockier boys who were always careful to only attack when the teacher wasn’t watching. Then they could run to her and complain if Midousuji fought back; there were more of them so they could back each other’s stories up, and Midousuji was just the weird kid whom nobody liked. Why wouldn’t the teacher believe their word against his?
The leader of the little clique shoved Midousuji hard, slamming him against the wall, and sneered unpleasantly. “Why don’t you just stay at home? Nobody wants you here.”
Midousuji looked down at his shoes rather than answer that nobody wanted him at home either.
The lack of response was read as defiance. One of the other boys stepped up and laughed, “Bet nobody wants him at home either.”
“Yeah, I heard his mom’s sick in the hospital. Must’ve gotten sick of his face!” The third boy jeered.
Midousuji flushed, small hands curling into fists.
“Don’t talk about my mother!” Three against one were terrible odds and he’d get into trouble for it but his mother was the only person who loved him at all. He wouldn’t let these jerks insult her!
“Gonna make us stop?” One of the boys asked with a contemptuous toss of his head. “You and what army?”
“Him and me!” A small voice suddenly piped up. The three boys looked back at the speaker - it was the chubby new kid with glasses, the one who didn’t know the school’s social structure.
“Stay out of this, Onoda,” one of the boys said.
“Yeah. You’re new here so you don’t know. Midousuji’s a weirdo.”
“That doesn’t mean you can be mean to him!” Onoda ducked under one of the boy’s arms so that he could stand next to Midousuji, putting his fat little hand within the hand of his new-found friend. “I’m telling on you to the teacher!”
That made the boys back off a step. Three against two still gave them the advantage of numbers but Onoda was a new kid and the three of them were known to be friends. As a disinterested observer, his word would carry more weight than that of a known trio.
“...Thank you,” Midousuji said quietly, a little bewildered still. “Why’d you do that?”
Onoda adjusted his glasses and beamed up at Midousuji. “Because you looked like you needed a friend. So I’m gonna be your friend now!”
Friend. It wasn’t a word Midousuji had ever had applied to him before. He looked into Onoda’s happy little face and decided that yes, he liked it.
This was his friend now. His first friend ever. His only friend.
...Didn’t that mean Onoda was his best friend by default?!
Midousuji smiled suddenly, cheeks pink. Maybe school wouldn’t be so awful anymore with a best friend here.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 506 words
If they went to the same school. Warnings for bullying, other students being indifferent, emotional manipulation, isolation, mean girl tactics.
***
“Freak.” Three against one weren’t fair odds but nobody in the room would speak up for Midousuji. Why should they? He was a freak after all. Always so quiet, always keeping to himself.
Midousuji was tall but thin which made him easy prey for the stockier boys who were always careful to only attack when the teacher wasn’t watching. Then they could run to her and complain if Midousuji fought back; there were more of them so they could back each other’s stories up, and Midousuji was just the weird kid whom nobody liked. Why wouldn’t the teacher believe their word against his?
The leader of the little clique shoved Midousuji hard, slamming him against the wall, and sneered unpleasantly. “Why don’t you just stay at home? Nobody wants you here.”
Midousuji looked down at his shoes rather than answer that nobody wanted him at home either.
The lack of response was read as defiance. One of the other boys stepped up and laughed, “Bet nobody wants him at home either.”
“Yeah, I heard his mom’s sick in the hospital. Must’ve gotten sick of his face!” The third boy jeered.
Midousuji flushed, small hands curling into fists.
“Don’t talk about my mother!” Three against one were terrible odds and he’d get into trouble for it but his mother was the only person who loved him at all. He wouldn’t let these jerks insult her!
“Gonna make us stop?” One of the boys asked with a contemptuous toss of his head. “You and what army?”
“Him and me!” A small voice suddenly piped up. The three boys looked back at the speaker - it was the chubby new kid with glasses, the one who didn’t know the school’s social structure.
“Stay out of this, Onoda,” one of the boys said.
“Yeah. You’re new here so you don’t know. Midousuji’s a weirdo.”
“That doesn’t mean you can be mean to him!” Onoda ducked under one of the boy’s arms so that he could stand next to Midousuji, putting his fat little hand within the hand of his new-found friend. “I’m telling on you to the teacher!”
That made the boys back off a step. Three against two still gave them the advantage of numbers but Onoda was a new kid and the three of them were known to be friends. As a disinterested observer, his word would carry more weight than that of a known trio.
“...Thank you,” Midousuji said quietly, a little bewildered still. “Why’d you do that?”
Onoda adjusted his glasses and beamed up at Midousuji. “Because you looked like you needed a friend. So I’m gonna be your friend now!”
Friend. It wasn’t a word Midousuji had ever had applied to him before. He looked into Onoda’s happy little face and decided that yes, he liked it.
This was his friend now. His first friend ever. His only friend.
...Didn’t that mean Onoda was his best friend by default?!
Midousuji smiled suddenly, cheeks pink. Maybe school wouldn’t be so awful anymore with a best friend here.