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Y/N Intro

A party? 

Yea, probably the best, worst night ever.

My two best friends Katie, a blond foreign exchange student from Britain, and Emi, a Brunette who has all of  “daddy’s” money, dragged me here, to this big blow out. I personally didn’t want to go to begin with for two reasons.

One:
My ex, Suna Rin, was going to be there. Granted, we broke up a while ago, maybe a week into school. And it’s been roughly 5 months since. We broke up because Katie moved here, and he said “I’m into British people, you don’t do it for me.” 

Ever since then he’s been after Katie, even though she turns him down constantly. Not only because she thinks he is gross for dumping one girl just to go after their friends, but because he isn't her type. She is into a smart, responsible type. Knowing this Suna still really tries to sleazeball his way to get her to like him.

Two:
I’ll just be the DD, that’s no fun seeing your best friends get plastered then having to take them home. It's hard not to have fun when everyone around you is having a fun time.

It’s a couple hours into the party now, and I’ve just been standing in the corner. My friends ditched me a while ago to go dance but it’s just Katie out there dancing. Emi has seemed to have been dragged away by Aran, a third year on the volleyball team. 

From my spot I noticed Suna eyeing me all night. Honestly I think it’s gross. He’s only looking at me that way because he’s drunk. Maybe he's reminiscing about old times, but whatever he's doing I really feel like I'm being undressed with his eyes. It sends shivers down my spine.

I’m about to walk away to head outside, maybe clear my head, most likely to just get some air and get away from the staring dickwhisle. But that’s when Atsumu, a honey brown eyed, sluty man also on the volleyball team, appeared in front of me. Taking my crappy night into something enjoyable. His one sentence is obvious. I know what he wants, but with how much ‘fun’ I'm having, I decide to go with the flow. 

Atsumu intro

I love parties! Booze, dancing, and girls!

I arrived late as usual. With Suna and my Twin brother Osamu. Suna doesn't seem to be 100% over Y/n. Yet he talks about going after Katie, the hottie British girl. 

Honestly, I think he’s crazy. Why date just one girl when you can have them all. I mean they’re all different. All nice to touch and kiss. Everything about a girl turns me on. That’s why I’m going to have as many as I want.

And when one turns you down, just go to the next. Easy and simple. 

Yet, when we arrive, instead of going after Katie Sunas eyes find Y/n. I see why he liked Y/n, she's smoking hot. She has nice ass boobs that seem to draw  my eyes to them easily. Knowing that she's off limits too, only makes her more delicious.

“Suna, if ya don’t just go dance with Katie I will make a move.” I wink at him. He only shoots me a dirty look. 

I’ve brought condoms with me tonight. But I only have 3. So I’m going to choose wisely. There are a lot of sexy women here tonight. 

And it’s easy to get them to go with me, just say something like, “Hey gorgeous, I thought stars were up in the sky, not right in front of me” or my favorite “you look bored wanna take a walk.” Then ya flirt till they are fawning over you. That's when you kiss them, and that kiss makes them pudy in my hands. 

After a couple hours, I already used my condoms. And now I’m back with Suna. Osamu disappeared a while ago. Not sure where he went off to. Suna, on the other hand, has drank a lot. Right when I walk up to him I can see the bitter face he makes, and instead of saying hello, he immediately is complaining that Y/n is hotter then he remembered. 

He went on and on about how she liked to be kissed on the neck and how good her skin felt in his hands. How the faces she made only made him want more. Then said the only good thing about her was her pussy. Sex was the best. She was tight and always squeezed around him. And the more he talked, the more I wanted her too. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I started thinking of her on me.

UNDER ME. 

I know it was probably wrong but he just kept going on and on. I smile cockly, I bet I could make her scream. Im going to have sex with her. So, I said to him, “Get over her, not worth your time anymore. Katie’s way hotter, and drunk right now.” He perked up a little (That's right go get Katie, I'll take Y/n to heaven) I licked my lips thinking more about her. Suna smiles, a bit evely, and  heads towards the dance floor. 

He's just going to fail, but l will not let him have Y/n before me. I have my target and she's mine tonight.

I look back over to Y/n in the corner. She looked like she was going to leave. She was wearing a tight black dress, with glitter make-up. She looked bored out of her mind. 

So what if I was out of condoms? I’m going to have her. So here I go, I walked over to her and said my favorite line. “Hey Y/n, ya look bored, wanna take a walk with me?”

HOOK 

LINE 

SINKER

OSAMU INTRO

Being the youngest, I have to clean up after my twin. Every time he makes a girl cry or if he wrongs somebody in any way, I always fix it.

There was this one time he tripped a guy with glasses because he was a nerd. I had to replace his broken glasses so Atsumu didn't get into trouble. Another time he mouthed off to the teachers. I said it was me, giving me detention for a week, and class duties for a month, but Atsumu didn't get benched for Nationals.

He gets away with everything cause I’m there to fix it for him. Forgets to do homework, I give him mine. Forgets to do some chores at home, I do them for him.

We used to take care of each other when we were younger. I do something stupid hed take the rap for it, If he was going to get yelled at by our mother I stood in pretending to be him. Unfortunately for me, as we got older, the more he got crazy. He stopped taking credit for everything. He stopped helping me out and started doing whatever he wanted. Light bullying turned into cheating on girls and getting caught. (I had to buy them something expensive, sending them flowers as an Apology.)

Tonight was no different. Cleaning up my brother's messes. Yea, he was sleeping around that night, I stood guard making sure he didn't get caught. Stupidly though the last girl he took upstairs, her boyfriend is a football player, I couldn't tell ya the name even if I knew it. But, for Atsumu not to get caught fucking her in the bathroom, and end up getting beaten up by the whole team that stood around him, I had to bet the dude he couldn’t kick a soccer ball over the house.

He did, so for the next month I’m doing his homework. 

After all that, I searched the party for Atsumu. Not finding him anywhere. But I did find Suna, pissed off in a corner.

“I just keep getting rejected. And now I can’t find Y/n! Maybe she wanted to give it a retry or something. She looked hot tonight” I sighed as he continued talking about the girl he regartably dumped. He’s obviously drunk and not thinking right. Y/n has always been cool but Suna is the one who wanted something new. 

I spent the next hour with sad Suna waiting on Atsumu to show us ugly mug.

But he never came. 

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A little over a month later

Y/N POV

I walk down my stairs in my now quiet house. I have always hated silence. But it’s been like this for almost 4 years now. And in all honesty, I don’t think they are coming back this time. 

I’ve given them time to come home and they usually do but, it never takes this long. 3 long months. My parents have been like this lately. Leave and go somewhere like Paris or Costa Rica for about a week. Then they come back for a month or two then they plan another trip and  go somewhere else. 

I grab the counter as I pinch my nose. Today I feel wired. Like I’m missing something, or I’m coming down with something. Not really sure, but, with how I’m feeling, I'm thinking coffee just for breakfast today. And since I laid in bed longer than usual (I just couldn’t get up, my stomach feels fuzzy) I have no time till Katie gets here. 

I reach up in the cabinet grabbing the three thermoses out of the cabinet. One is littered with Anime stickers, another has glitter writing all over it, (saying things like ‘love forever’ and ‘hottie with a WAP’) and the other is plain blue. 

I click on the coffee maker and walk out of my kitchen, into the living room. I fall face first on the couch. I groan loudly. Maybe I have some medicine in my bathroom, but I don’t know if I can get up. I feel better laying down.

Thankfully, my front door opened. Katie must be here. “Katie!” My scream is muffled a bit because of the couch. 

“Oh my.” I hear the squeaky floor under her feet. Her British accent is thick as she talks. “Are you alright?”

I turn my face out of the cushion, keeping my eyes closed. “No, feel like ’m gettin’ the flu ‘er something. Can ya go upstairs to my bathroom an’ check fer some medicine, please?” There’s no response as she leaves, only the squeaking of the floor beneath her. 

I slowly sit up, rubbing my stomach as I stand up. I wobble a bit as I walk into the kitchen. Opening the cups and pouring coffee into them. Emi likes creamer in hers, half and half. Katie gets her coffee with sugar, 3 cubes to be exact. Myself, I like it nice and black. 

Just as I finish pouring my cup, Katie walks in, “Hey love, all I could find is some pain medicine, we can pick up other ones before your shift tonight.” She says handing me a pill.

“Yea, sounds good ta me. Hey, what are ya doing after school today?” I grab the thermos with the stickers and take the pill.

Katie grabs the all blue thermos, taking the sugar cubs from the container on the counter, she places 3 inside her thermos. “Ugh, I have to FaceTime my mother, say is it your cafè day or are you working the docs?” She asks, tasting her coffee. 

“Eh, it’s Wednesday? So ‘m at the cafè. Why do ya need ta talk to her?” I take the creamer out of the fridge, filling up Emis the rest of the way, then returning it back into the fridge. 

“Ha, I love your accent.” She smiles, taking another drink. “I’m trying to convince her to let me stay another year, since next year I’ll be a third year and I could go to university here as long as I'm accepted. It will be easier to get a scholarship if I'm already here.” She’s smiling as she looks up at the ceiling. 

“Ha! My accent? Yer da one who sounds so elegant.” I shimmy my shoulder at her. “And fer yer mom, I’m sure ya can convince her.” 

“Yea, let’s hope. Now let’s get to skipping. We have to get to school.” 

OSAMU POV

After morning practice all the guys funnel into the locker room. We all shower, then change and off with our day. Today’s like all the other days. As it stands now most of the guys have left for classes. 

Aran changed fast, ever since he’s been with Emi they love to be with each other. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I mean we have a manager now. Emi can keep Atsumu in line. Kita seems less stressed now, even if the end of the season is coming, and Aran also seems more focused. It’s like he’s showing off but he is actually improving at the same time.

“Kita, I’ll see ya in class.” Aran says, grabbing his bag and heading out.

Atsumu yells from the lockers “Bye-bye Aron-kun!” I roll my eyes at him. No one should be as excited as him at everything. Especially this early in the morning, after a 2 hour practice. 

“Well, it’s about that time. Katie should be here soon. I’m gonna wait for her by the gate. Today’s the day she says yes to a date.” Of course the voice belonged to Suna. Lately he’s been even more obnoxious than ‘Tsumu. 

Katie this and Katie that, I’ve always wondered what happened with Y/n and him. She was so pretty and Suna was a very lucky man to even get to date her. Last year we were in the same class ( just like this year) and we were lab partners. She is so smart, I tried my best to help her with our projects, but every time she would always come to the answer way before I would. 

She’d never tell me when she would though, and instead she would help me figure it out. She is so understanding and compassionate. Her helpfulness alway seems to make her smile. Her smile made me smile. In my opinion she was perfect… but that was last year. Before Suna got with her. After that we stopped talking. Mainly, because Suna would give everyone a death glare when they tried talking to her. He is a very jealous man, even now still staking claim over her. It's kinda infuriating. She isn't an object that he can keep, she's an amazing person who deserves to be happy. I miss talking to her, but I haven't even tried since they broke up. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable in any way.

“Yea? Say hello ta Y/n fer me Suna!” Atsumu is just as excited as last time. But what he says makes me pause putting my shoes on. I quickly shoot my head up towards him. He’s looking in the mirror he put in his locker. He’s unfazed with what he said, but when I look over to Suna his face doesn’t hide the anger in him. Glaring right at Atsumus, and if looks could kill, I’d be planning a funeral. 

No one has mentioned Y/N since the break up. Suna obviously wants to still stick his clam on her, but wants to get rid of her at the same time. Poor Y/n honestly. 

Atsumu and his stupidity big ass mouth! Suna didn’t say anything though he just left. I got up from the bench and walked over to my brother, giving him a ‘nice’ smack to the back of his head. “Ow! ‘Samu! What was that fer?” I ignore him as I walk away back to my locker. Tucking my shirt into my pants. He knows why I hit him, he’s not stupid. “Listen, Suna made a big mistake leavin’ ‘er, we all know it! Anyone can have ‘aer now. She’s like a meal ready ta eat.” I stiffen up slightly, turning my head back to him. 

I try reading his mind, although it never works, wondering why he would say something so disgusting. How could he say something so disgraceful to someone so sweet. After a while I finally went to open my mouth to say something when Kita walked back into the locker room. “Atsumu? A girl is waitin for ya.” 

Oh great, another girl he’s going to break apart for me to fix. “Oh ok!” He grabs his bags as he runs out of the door, forgetting to tuck his shirt in with his blazer in his hands. 

“Osamu? Ya should get ta class. Yer going ta be late again.” I make eye contact with Kita, he looks stern. But his face doesn’t show much emotion. 

I shiver as I feel like I’m being scolded. “Yea, ‘m  going now.” I grab my thing and make my way out of the locker room.I stop shortly after exiting the locker room though, only a couple feet away I see Atsumu and a girl. I shake my head frowning. I wonder what I’ll have to do this time. My head moves away from them towards the gate. That’s when I see Y/n and Katie. Suna pops out from behind the pillar near the gate, saying hello I presume. I can basically hear their eyes roll when they see him. That's when I see her bright smile and the world around me seems to brighten up. 

I don't like her though, I used to have a huge crush on her, but like I said before, Suna still likes her. I can't cross that line.

“Ugh Miya Atsumu! You are Disgusting! And disgraceful!” I hear the girl shout. I turn back to see she’s almost in tears. I wonder what I missed, I shouldnt get distracted.

“Oi as if I care what a pig thinks, I don’t love ya, I will never love ya.” Atsumu shrugs. I sigh dripping my shoulders. Why does he have to be so rude? “I don’t even remember yer name.” And with that he walked off. 

I sigh again, here I go, I wonder what she did with him. How did he wrong this girl? A million things run through my mind, I just hope it's going to be easy to deal with. I walk over to her. “‘M sorry bout my brother. Is there anything I can do for ya? I don’t want him ta have a bad rep, even if he is an asshole.” He mumbled the last part as I bowed to her. The girl wipes her tears away as she tries to breathe. Her face is smeared with makeup and I’d rather not help her fix it. 

“I think I’m just going to go home for the day.” She says rubbing her eyes some more. I slump over a little, at least this will be an easy fix. 

“Are ya a first year? I’ll copy yer notes fer ya and do yer homework fer the day.” I did all of that work already, luckily. I try to take good notes just in case I need to copy them for someone, because of Atsumu. 

“Ye-yes I’m a first year student.” She is still trying to calm down. “Would you really do that?” She doesn’t have the same accent as most people here. This is a private school. You need to have good grades and or money to go here. In some cases just good at sports.

I fake a smile. Hopefully she can’t tell, I’m trying to seem genuine, as if I would love to help. Honestly I don’t care. Atsumu should be known as the asshole of the school. A player or child on the playground playing that bullies everyone. “Of course I would.” 

She nods. “My class is 1-3 room C, I kinda want to go before anyone sees me.” I nod at her. She turns and runs off, and I drop my smile.

“I feel exhausted already” I breathe walking to class.

Y/N POV

“Suna? Can ya leave yer voice is makin my ears bleed.” Emi says walking into class. Aran stood by the door watching.

“Ugh I guess, but only because of Aran-senpi.” Suna stood up straight, he was bent over, originally leaning on Katie’s desk. “See ya later English muffin.” He smiles at her, and I’d be lying if I said I see him quickly glance at me. Sometimes it's like he looks for a reaction out of me.

When he leaves the bell rings and Katie breathes a sigh of relief. “He makes me ill. That crazy loon.” She rolls her eyes.

“Ha Emi ta the rescue! ‘Yer makin my ears bleed’ I might use that,” I laugh at her remark as she takes her seat next to me. I hand her her thermos, with the glitter writing. 

“Ah, wish ya were here earlier. Needed this durin’ practice this morning.” Emi says, leaning back in her seat.

“Hey Y/n, how are you feeling? Did the pain medicine work?” Katie asked

“What? Are ya hurt?” Emi shoots fast, obviously worried. 

“Nah, just a tummy ache or an onsight of a cold. Might be gettin’ sick. ’m goin’ ta stop on my way ta the cafè later. Get some actual medicine.”

That’s when the teacher walked in, “Alright class lets get started.”

The door opens as the last student walks in. “Mr. Miya. Yer late again, take yer seat and let’s get started.”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.” He bowed, walking to the empty seat in front of me.

Mr. Osamu Miya. 

TIME SKIP

“Jeez, Thought lunch would never come.” Aran stretched. Ever since Aran and Emi got together at the party, we have been eating lunch with him and Kita-senpi every day. I’ve gotten to know them pretty well. They are great people, very nice and respectful.

I'm sitting across from Aran. Kita sat to his left and Emi on the head of the tiny rectangular table. Katie sat next to me across from Kita. There is a spot for one last person in between Katie and Kita at the other head of the table, but it's just the five of us. 

“Oi Kita-senpi? What are ya doin after practice tonight?” I ask, opening a bag of chips.

“Might just study, but might harvest some since it’s just my grandma doin it right now, my cousins should be comin down ta help a little on weekends but till’ grandpa can get cleared, it’s just us.” Kita opened his bento. His grandfather had an accident right after the party. Broke his hip when he fell in the fields. Until it heals he’s on bed rest. Witch put a lot on him and grandmother. If I had some spare time I’d go help him myself.

“I can come help you, after we're done at the cafè. I got to talk to my mother about staying here longer, my grades have been good thanks to Y/n and if I tell her that I have money saved up so she doesn’t have to pay for anything, maybe it will be a yes.” Katie says as if she read my mind.  She takes a bite of her ham sandwich, then she covers her mouth with her hand.

“I’d love the help actually.” Kita smiles at her. 

“Y/n? Are ya feelin any better?” Emi speaks up.

“Oh, nah. My tummy is kinda getting worse.”

“Yer sick?” Aran asks.

“Not sure.” I shrug. “Not nauseous, no fever, just feel weird.” 

“Oh!” Emi says interrupting, only for her to get interrupted. 

“Hey ladies.” A lazy smile appears near the table. “Kita-Chan,-“ 

“Atsumu yer interrupting a conversation, hold on.” Kita cuts him off, turning his attention back to me. “Yer sick? Ya should be at home, don’t overwork yerself’ that’s only goin ta make ya worst.”

“I'm sure it’s nothin guys.” I put both my hands up. Waving the thoughts away.

“Yea, ya know yer own body more then us. Ya should be ok.” Emi says. “Go ahead Atsumu, I need ta ask Y/n something anyways.” 

Atsumu starts talking and Emi leans over into me a little. “Do ya have a tampon? I started earlier n’ I only had one with me.”

“What!” I say it a bit too loud. Ignoring the stares from others at the table I continue. “Ya suppose ta start after me? It’s always been like that since junior high.”

“You haven’t started? When was yer last period?” Emi sits back a little giving me room.

When was my last period? I’m not sure what is going on around me, but I think Suna is leaning on the table between Katie and I. 

I think it was before the party. Yea it was, that was over a month ago. Matter in fact, it’s been almost two months now. Thinking about it, my last period was about a week or so before the party. “Oh,” I whisper barley. I feel a hand on my shoulder, most likely Emi’s. But I just stare at the table. I feel the bile in my stomach start rising in my throat as I get sicker at the memories flooding back to me.

“What? No condom?” I asked Atsumu as he lined himself up.

“Heard ya feel good raw, wanna feel what the hype is about. Suna talks a lot bout yer hot box, want ta feel ya raw.” He starts pushes in.

I start feeling dizzy, and I’m trying really hard to push back the vomit creeping it’s way out. Why did I let him…

“Ah-! Atsumu-kun.” I scream. He’s longer than Suna. Pushing on my cervix with every thrust.

“Holy shit. Baby, ya do feel great. Almost addicting.” He grunts, pulling out to flip me on my stomach. He brings my ass in the air, driving himself deeper than I thought was possible. 

It can’t be right?! This can’t be happening. I can hear everyone talking around me start to fade into nothing. I think Emi started shaking me slightly. 

I was sober! God, what if…

My eyes roll back into my head as I cum for the third time. I moan loudly while Atsumu’s thrusts become sloppy.

“Don’t- Fuck - wanna stop - *grunt* - need more!” I can’t see his face but whatever he’s doing I don’t want him to stop either. 

“MORE DADDY! MAKE MY PUSSY YOURS!” His grip tightens on my hips. His grunts become loud and his thrust uncontrollable. Not too long after I feel warmth filling me.

I look at Emi, she looks concerned. “I’m late.” Is all I can say as I realize I could be- 

“Stop leaning yer back on me Y/n!” I turn towards Suna who has been hitting on Katie. 

Looking at his face I can’t hold in my vomit anymore. So I release it, 

All

Over

Suna

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After throwing up on Suna I ran to a trash can. Atsumu’s laughter rang out through the whole cafeteria. I’m sure more people would have laughed at Suna, for being covered in vomit, if my vomiting stomped there. Katie and Emi were trying to calm me down. Kita was telling me to hydrate. Witch, only ended up making me yell at him between heaves. How can you peacefully throw up if after every gag someone says, ‘water?’.

Someone was rubbing my back, and someone was holding my hair. I assume it’s Emi and Katie. Once I caught my breath though I could clearly see Emi in front of me. Taking a look behind me I see Katie let go of my hair. Although, rubbing my back was Osamu. Why would he? I just don't understand why he followed me, then proceeded to rub my back. I haven't really talked to him since Rin and I broke up, so him coming to help me feels weird. I bow saying sorry and thank you,  he did help after all.  

After that Kita forced me to drink some water, then he quickly helped me to the nurse who sent me home. 

That's why I’m currently walking home. I actually did stop for medicine. Although there’s no way I’m pregnant with Atsumus kid! I mean it was only one time- that happened several times in a row- Maybe I should just say one night. Who knew a boy could cum so much. In any case I plan on forgetting about that night and moving on: so to prove to myself that I'm worried for nothing I just buy one test.

Turning down my road I see a truck outside my house. Stopping almost in front of my house. My parents must finally be home. I pick up the past trying to get home faster. I really missed them, But walking up to the house I noticed the front door was wide open. Running inside I clutch my as I take my shoes off fast. 

It can't be my parents, They would never leave the door open. I slowly move into the house. The hallway opens up to the kitchen first. I take a quick glance, Stopping at what I saw 

I was right, the table is missing and some cabinets are open. I continue my walk, slowly. The next room is the living room, the blankets my grandma knitted are gone along with the bookshelves with the books and all the pictures of my parents. My pictures still hung on the wall. (Straight, not one is turned slightly, not even wanting to be touched.)

Why are there things missing? Pillows? Movies? The tv? I wonder why? Are my parents home? Am I being robbed? 

“Oh? We didn’t think ya would be home for a while.” I hear a voice behind me. I know it’s my mom and I feel only a tiny bit of fear falter. Only to be replaced quickly with more questions.

I’m not being robbed. That’s good I suppose, but why is my parents taking things? Why are they home? What are they doing? Are they out of money? My eyes trail over the walls of the living room and they get stuck on the lone pictures of myself. You can tell there were more pictures hung around, since there’s an outline to the one they took lingering on the walls. 

Why are my pictures still up? “How was Brazil?” Is all I end up asking. It’s almost like I’m not in control of my voice. I look around some more as my mother starts rambling about her trip. My grip on the bag in my hands tightens and my bookbag on my back starts falling down my arm.

Why are there only some things being left? Why are some things being taken away? Why? My mind stops at only one possible outcome, but no it can’t be true.

“Are ya going on another trip?” I ask, I’m not sure if I interrupted what my mom was saying. I can’t help my voice. I refuse to turn around, I refuse to see her face. I can’t hear what she’s saying but I can hear her stumbling over her words. 

“Yer leaving fer good?” I can’t stop, I should stop, but my voice has a mind of its own. My mind is running away from me. It’s so quiet now. Neither of us choose to speak anymore. Neither of us even moves. This silence is so much different then the one right after I threw up on Suna. When I threw up on Suna it was more like everyone was shocked. This one, even though it’s silent, it’s so loud. It tells me all I need to know.

Yeah I know my parents are not always there. Yes, I know for the last year I’ve been paying for the house so they can go on adventures. Traveling has always been a thing for them that they wanted to do. So when grams died and left all her money to my mother that’s what they did.

I never had a problem with it. I actually enjoyed it because it gave me a lot of freedom and a chance to see adulthood, but after a while it became lonely. They were gone for longer and longer periods of time. 

They- They are leaving me, and they wanted to do it while I wasn’t home…

I feel my eyes burn, but I can’t tell if it’s from not blinking or me trying hard to show no emotion. I will not yell, I will not freak out, I will not cry!

“Hon-“ My dad's voice came into the room, filling the now empty room with sound. “Hey pumpkin, yer mom and I are so happy to see you!” He sounds so cheerful. How dare he!?

“We are, Brazil is amazing.” My mom says. She answered my question. “Is that everything?” I hear her whisper to my dad. 

“I assume it’s yer idea then.” I question her. And again the silence is deafening. “I see, well, I pay for everything anyway. Please never come back.” My back is still turned to them, I feel frozen. I’m going to be alone, always alone. “I’m going to work.” I turn around, keeping my gaze to the ground as I push past them. I get to my room just up the stairs. I threw the plastic bag from the store on my bed. And my bookbag drops on the ground. I waste no time grabbing my uniform off the hanger and running out of my room. Passing my parents on my way out the door 

I don't want to deal with this. Everything is going on at once. My grandma always has said that when it rains it pours. 

It sure does, I hope my manager lets me go into work this early. 

I get onto the bus, heading to the café.

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“You’re here early? Don’t you have school, or something?” My manager says looking back down at his paperwork. 

“Yes sir I do, although I took a half a day for personal reasons and now I just want to work.” I bow. What I said is actually very true, I honestly couldn’t stand thinking about everything right now. I figure work can distract myself from everything. 

“Uh- yea that would be great actually,” He says, looking up from his desk. “But don’t think that since you came in earlier than your scheduled time, that you aren’t working till the end of your actual scheduled shift.” He says coldly. All I do is nod. 

I keep my eyes on the floor, mostly because I have no idea how I’m feeling right now. If it makes sense, I am feeling so many emotions all at once. Alone, scared, sad, relieved, nauseous, panicked, and most of all pissed off. All of these feelings are building up so high I feel almost numb. I’m dealing with two really crazy things that no teenagers should ever deal with. My parents leaving me, which I really should have seen coming. I mean they did travel all the time, I had to get two jobs to support all the bills and school costs. 

I grit my teeth, why didn’t I see it coming? I made a façade in my head that everything would be better when they finally stopped traveling. Never thought that their traveling was looking for something better, and I never thought they would find that better happiness without me. 

“Y/n?” I look up at my manager, as he interrupts my thoughts. “Whatever is going on, working and personal business need to be separated,”

“Yes sir, I know.” I bow again. “That’s why I think it will help that I’m here to work.” This has also proven to be true, most of the time. I can fill my head with work and not worry about my problems just yet. Like the chance I could be…. I touch my tummy, not even willing to finish the thought.

“Well then go get ready, and this is the only time I’m allowing this. School comes first missy.” I nod again, turning around and leaving his office. I need to focus on work and nothing else. 

It's just a regular day, nothing is going on, its fine - 

Work seemed to be okay. It's a typical cafe, Booths lining the windows, tables scattered in the center, the counter near the front doors, behind that is the kitchen, closets with supplies, and the manager's office. There's also a staff room, but it's very small. It seems to be slower than what I'm used to, then again I usually work afternoons and the closing shift, which tends to be faster. Just because it's slower though, doesn't mean I'm not occupying my mind full of work. Filling salt shakers, restocking the bathrooms, running tables, sweeping the floors. When I wasn't on the move I was thinking, and I can't do that. Thinking right now is too painful. I just need to keep moving.

Filling the shakers again for the third time I hear my manager call my name. I put the salt container down looking around for the Manager. He stands in the entrance to the kitchen, staring at me.

“Yes sir.” I stand from the stool at the counter. 

“You're getting two breaks today since you came in early, take one now, labor is too high. He didn't let me reply before he disappeared back into the kitchen. (Probably to hide away in his office like useaul.) 

With that I head towards the staff room. Clocking out, I walk over to my hook where my school uniform hangs in a plastic bag. My phone is placed on the top in the bag, I pull it out checking the time. 

Wow, it's already been 4 hours since I left school. Since I saw my parents. School should be over now. It's near 3 ish now, I should call Katie, after all she will probably try to stop at my house. She shouldn't see what's going on there. I brought up her name and pushed the call. It doesn't take long, maybe two rings, then her cheerful happy voice springs through the phone. 

“Hello love, I just walked Emi to the club. Now I’m heading to your house, do you need-”

“'m not home Katie,” I interrupted her. Silence takes over the line, and with all the quietness I get sucked into thinking again. I wonder what my parents will take from the house. What things will I have to make extra money for, to replace?  

Finally, what feels like awhile, Katie speaks again. “Are you working? You really shouldn't be working while you're sick sweety. You should go home, do you want me to walk you?”

She's so sweet, so kind. Always thinking of others. “No, my parents are packin up right now,” I can feel myself tearing up at just saying it. “I can't get in the way of them leaving.” I really thought I was angry, at myself for not seeing it coming but also at them for leaving, but with the way I'm choking up, and the way my eyes start to water, I know that I'm not angry at all. “'m lettin ‘em go forever.” It's almost a whisper as I sob. 

I'm sad that they want to leave. I'm sad that it's just going to be me from now on. The cries just come out of me as I can't help but cry into the phone, but I quickly start taking deep breaths, my break is only 15 minutes. I need to be strong, change what I’m thinking about, something easier to deal with. Soon I catch my breath, getting it under control. I wiped my eyes, “Ah, my bad, didn't mean ta let myself cry yet. Can ya just come ‘ere? I feel kinda alone.” 

That's when I realized the sounds on the phone. Wind blowing thru the speaker and heavy breathing slightly away from the phone. It's like Katie is running. I wonder when it started, and why I didn't hear it sooner? I hear a bang, and a couple thuds. I try listening closely, I think I can hear squeaking. Then I hear Katie yelling. Obviously the phone isn't up to her ear, her voice may be loud enough for me to hear but it's distant. “Emi! This is code Bright red!” After a few more bangs, (I imagine Emi dropped things then fell as she tripped over it to get to Katie) 

Her voice appears quickly after, still sounding far away but close enough for me to hear. “What? Is it yer mom?”

“No, It's Y/n. She started crying and saying she saw her parents and they were leaving her.” 

“WHAT?!!!” Emi sounded louder obviously due to her raising her voice. “Y/N!” I pull the phone away from my ear, not fast enough, as she screams into the phone. “Are ya ok? I can be there so fast, let me tell the couch.”  

“No, really 'm ok, just head over ta my house after yer practice is over. Katie still has ta talk to her mom so she can stay. We can meet later, ‘t's ok.” I try to convince them it's ok. I'm fine, things will definitely be fine.

“No.” It didn't work though. “'m leavin practice ‘nd going ta yer house now. Make sure they didn't take anythin important.” Her voice becomes quieter as she moves away from the phone. “Attenchen boys, 'm leavin. Ya will be fine and I will see you at tomorrow mornings practice. Atsumu dont start anythin stupid, I sware I will beat ya into next week.” I touch my tummy at the mere mentchen of his name. How do I keep forgetting that I might be pregnant, with his kid of all people. 

I need to figure that out after work. I mean, there's no way I'm pregnant. Atsumu and I only had sex that one night. I just bought a pregnancy test before I went home. It should still be in the bag on the bed. Shit, unless my parents went inside my room to take anything. I'm not ready to tell anyone just yet but that is an important next step. I have to find out I'm not pregnant, that way I can rebuild my life without my parents. “Katie, Emi” I say into the phone. “There's a thing- a really important thing on my bed at my house. Can ya make sure no one saw it? I really need it when I get home.” 

“On it!” Emi says. Although, she has no idea what that thing is. I'm sure if it's still there I will get an ear full. Worse, when she finds out it's Atsumus doing.

I can hear them talking, I think I can hear other people join their conversation, but all I can think about is what if’s. What if I really am pregnant? How do I even think I'm going to do anything? Don't you need a mom to help you with something like this? What if because I don't have my mom to help me, my chld turns into a terrible person? “I got ta go,” I'm sure they don't even hear me. Honestly, I just want to get back to work, I'll think way less that way. I hang up the phone and try my best to clean myself up. My personal life can't bleed through right now. As I exit the tiny break room, I put my phone back into the plastic bag with my things in it.

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Katie actually showed up not long after the call. I want to say it was more to keep an eye on me than anything else. She had the phone call with her mom (I couldn't tell if it was good or bad) then she just sat at the back table with a cup of tea watching. She watched me like a hawk. I could feel her eyes on me as I did everything. We didn't talk much, that's mainly on my end though. I was trying everything I could to stay distracted. Until finally my break came.

My last break for the night. Granit it's only another 15 minute one. This job does suck, they don't like to follow the rules. For example, I'm technically not supposed to work over 4 hours without a 30 min break, (since I'm only 17) but they do it anyway. 

I walk over to where Katie is sitting, I seat myself across the table from her. “How was the call with yer mom?”

“She said that my grades were perfect for her but she doesn't know if she wants me staying another year. I might have to compromise. I hope she agrees though, I really feel like this place is where I need to be.” She seems to be distracted staring off in the distance. Her mind is probably clouded, I can understand. Katies mother used to call her everyday when she first moved here. It was obvious she didn't want Katie to do this exchange program. I think her mom would just be happier if she never left her house, although I'm not sure if that is actually true. Just my personal opinion based off of the way her mom acts it seems that way. “Oh, he's here.” 

I look at her quizzically, “Who?” I turn my head through the door, and to my utter surprise Miya Osamu is standing there scanning the room, as if looking for something. Until his eyes land one mine and he freezes. A very small smile forms on his mouth as he walks over to the table.

“Did you not listen to the plan?" I keep my eyes on Osamu approaching. "Emi is at your house checking to see what's missing and taking ‘inventory’ as she called it, of your things. I promised Kita I would help him harvest a bit. His grandma said it has to be done before the first snowfall and they are way behind schedule. So I can not walk you home like we intended so we asked the guys who could.”

“I volunteered.” Osamu says as he takes the seat next to me.

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“Thank you again for doing this Osamu.” Katie smiled at him as she started gathering her things. “Kita is expecting me.”

“Uh, Katie?” I say standing up from the table. “Let me walk ya out.” This whole situation is so weird. Osamu is cool and all but he obviously dislikes me. We used to be good friends when we were first years. Lab partners actually. He was always so nice and kind. 

When we first got paired together, he was hard to talk to. Keep to himself mostly, but I wrote it off as shyness. He's not shy though, he’s just quiet. I found that he was the opposite from his well known twin. Over time I found us getting closer, it was easier to talk to him and air-go work with. There were even times where we had lunch together. 

I remember I'd catch him staring at me, then he'd look away blushing. He'd sit closer to me to where our shoulders would touch. He smelled amazing everyday too. I also noticed he was smiling more. His smiles are always so nice.

But then one day Atsumu came to get his brother, and he brought Suna. Then he pulled away, stopped hanging out alone with me. He stopped being so open. It was as if we were back to where we started. It was like this during the time Suna and I were together.

Then, Suna broke up with me, and he stopped talking to me. The longer Suna and I were no longer together, the more he pushed away. He even stopped looking at me. 

So with Osamu taking his seat at the same table, next to me, I can't help but feel weird. 

“No, you have been standing since I got here. Please rest, you are sick.” Katie says as she walks past me. 

“‘ll make sure she makes it home. Be safe and enjoy yer time with Kita.” Osamu answers. She just sends a nod and walks away. Leaving me all alone with Osamu. 

It's quiet for a minute. Neither of us can seem to say anything. So I put my head down on the table. The cold from the table spread all over my face. It feels super cool. “Are ya still feelin’ sick?” Osamus asks. Leaving my head on the table I turn to look at him. When I look at him he actually seems concerned. His head is resting in his hand, but he's patiently waiting for me to answer.

“Uh- No, not right now. It's just been one of those days.” I sat up a bit. “Why did ya volunteer?” ‘I thought you hated me’ is what I want to add. Yet I can't seem to say it. Maybe I just don't want to know if he does or doesn't.

“Oh.”  His lips move up lightly but I can notice, it's not his usual deadpan. It's nice, “I was concerned. I've known you fer two years, ‘nd 've never seen ya sick.”  Is he serious? He doesn't seem to be lying but still, we have barely talked this year. So why would he be concerned? Why does he care?

“Oh ok,” and just like that the silence returns. Osamu gets out homework, I guess I should get back to work. I stand up and stretch, “I'm gonna get back ta it.” I point behind me.

Osamu looks up at me. “Just be careful.” 

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After clocking off of work, I grab my clothes and phone. The whole time I was working I kept looking over to Osamu. Why was he here? Does he think we are still friends? Does he want to be friends again? All different questions are running through my mind as I start walking towards Osamu. He seems to be very distracted with his homework.

So distracted that he doesn't see me walk up behind him. Now that I think of it I don't remember any homework being assigned, but then again I wasn't there the whole day. Looking down at his work I recognized it immediately. “Year 1? Are ya doin’ someone else's homework?”

He jumped When I started talking, clearly lost in thought. No sounds come out of him though, he must not be easily scared. “Oh uh kinda, are ya done already?” I just nod at him. Why would he have to do someone's homework? “Alright let me pack up.” 

Yea, the walk home. I haven't been looking forward to it. What are we supposed to talk about? At least my house is a short bus ride away then a block after that. 

“Okay let's go.” Osamu says as he stands up. And the silence returns. He can feel it too, right? Just how weird this is. We exit the cafe, walking towards the bus stop. “So how are ya feelin?”

Small talk? “I'm ok, I just wanna get home.” 

“Yea? I have days like that”

Like doing someone else's homework ? “How was practice?” 

“Well, can I be honest?” HUH? His question really has my head spinning. 

“Yea? Why wouldn't ya?”

“Well, I think it started ok. Then Katie showed up. I wasn't too sure what was goin on, but Aran ‘nd Kita went over ta the girls once Emi said she was leavin. After they talked fer a minute Kita scanned the room. Then he called Ginjima ‘nd me over to ‘em. Said they needed someone ta walk ya home cause ya went ta work. Katie couldn't stay; she was goin help Kita. So, I volunteered. Ever since then I have wanted practice ta end. I'm glad yer ok.” He exhales, and it sounds so relieved when he does. He looked down at his feet. Was he really worried!

“Okay, I have ta ask, we haven't talked since Suna left me. Why do ya care now?” 

It was quiet for a minute as we arrived, just in time, for the bus. We take our seats and Osamu speaks up. “I didn't think ya would want ta be friends anymore after Suan. He was kida a dick ta ya.”

“Osamu? I never wanted ya ta stop talking ta me. My friendships are way more important than any silly relationship. No matter how serious.”

I looked over at him, to find that he was already looking at me. Our eyes meet and it feels almost magnetizing. As if the universe was pulling us together. If it wasn't for the fact I could be pregnant with his brother's child- I would have leaned in. I would have kissed him. His eyes look like he wants to too; but he doesn't. 

“I mean we did make a good team- science partner.” He laughs deeply at his own memory and he leans back slightly. Turning his face towards the window.

I smile at him, “Yea, even though you wouldn't listen to the lesson. What was yer excuse again?”

“What? I was being serious!” His smile gets bigger.

“Come on, that's not what ya said.” I playfully roll my eyes.

“Why focus when I was partnered with the smartest girl in class.” He mumbles 

“Pff- still so cheesy” I giggled at him.

“Ye-so.” he stumbles over his words. A blush creeping onto his cheeks. 

“I miss being lab partners.”

“Really? I didn't even think ya wanted to be friends still.”

“I thought that about you, Osamu. I mean, Ya stopped talking ta me, stopped eating with me, stopped being my lab partner.”

“I do still want ta be friends, I really thought ya end up hurt though. ‘Cause I'm friends with Suna.”

“Osamu?” I giggle, smiling at him. “Suna literally follows me around everywhere. He openly flirts with Katie- Who by the way will never be into him. I think being friends isn't going to make a difference.” I shrug at him. “I miss you.” I say quietly, it’s true and I hope he didn’t hear me.

It's quiet again, but this time it's a different kind. Not spending time with Osamu anymore; I guess it hurt me more than Suna leaving me. Is that weird to say? No, It can't be, we were great friends. I just miss having him as a friend. “Well then it's settled, we are friends again.” Osamu says. 

“Okay friend, why were ya working on First year homework?”

His smile disappears fast. His eyes show sadness- maybe something else but I can't tell. Even with a drop of his mood he still answers. “Well, Atsumu likes to get into trouble a lot. He likes to play with people's hearts- or just plain out be mean. He doesn't like to listen ta anyone, so when someone tries to tell him how shitty he is; He becomes rude. This ends up with them crying or getting angry.”

“Osamu, don't tell me that yer protecting him?” Osamu stays quiet. “Atsumu will neve learn if you always cover fer him.”

“How else will he keep a good reputation?”

“He won't, but it could help him grow if ya let him fall.”

“Yea I know but he has dreams- And the only way fer him to get accepted and keep moving up is if I'm there. Next to him and help him get better.”

Oh, Osamu - “Osamu, Is volleyball what you want to do fer the rest of yer life?”

He doesn't answer. Just lets the question sink in. I can tell though, he is just following his brother. He's doing what his brother wants, and that makes him sad. He speaks up eventually. “I just want 'Tumus ta live a happy life, one he wants.”

Ugh I just realized something, if I'm pregnant, Osamu will probably step in and help. Do I want him involved with this? He doesnt deserve this, he should be happy. I don't try to pry anymore, letting the conversation drop there. The bus comes to a stop and we get off. 

The walk was quiet, Osamu seems to have given me a lot of personal information. His brother messes with someone and he does anything to keep Atsumus name from leaving their mouths. Osamus stops the rumors and it sounds like he's planning to continue with volleyball like his brother. Altho it's not what he wants. Poor Osamu-

“Okay ya told me something personal, so I'll do the same.” I look up at him as we continue to walk towards my house. He just looks down at me. “My grandmother died a while ago, and when she passed she left a lot of money behind fer my parents. So they quit their jobs and started traveling the world. They stopped paying the bills in the house after a couple months of that so I got a job, then two.” I pause slightly waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. So I continued, “They were gone a very long time this last time. Then when I went home earlier, I saw them.”

“Oh they came home?” He asked

I nod. “I found them packing up the house. They were trying to do it while I was at school. They left me today. That's why Katie showed up at practice and Emi left. My biggest fear is coming true.”

It's very quiet. I can understand why, what are you supposed to say to that? But Osamu is kind and compassionate- “Y/n, Yer parents sound like absolute assholes.” I couldn't help but laugh, as we walked up my stairs to my house. I stop in front of the door, to hold my tummy as My laughter continues till tears roll down my face. My laughter turns to sobs, as my knees start feeling weak.

“'m gonna be all alone-” I sob

Osamu hands grab my face causing me to look up at him. “Hey, ya have me and yer friends. Yer never gonna be alone again.” His thumb wipe the fallen tears slowly as he stares deeply into my eyes. “'ll always be right here.” He smiles. His words really calm me down. Again, another moment that I'd lean in. His eyes are filled with so much love. Yet Atsumu comes to mind- Stupid lesser twin that probably put a baby in me.

Osamu lets go “ya better go inside. Emi is staring at us through the window.” he smiles. “'ll see ya at school Y/n.” and then he walks away. I try to watch him but Emi opens the door and pulls me inside. 

“Okay! First Aran and I had to replace a few things, like the coffee maker-“ 

Aran interrupts though “-never watched anyone take a test before.” I stiffen up. So they saw- Aran knows… well kinda know, they will know by the end of the night though. 

“Aran we talked about easin’ into it.” Emi face palms. “Ok, so ya said ta check if yer thing was there and it wasn’t yer mom had it. I’m not going ta tell ya all she said but Aran convinced her it was mine. Good news I’m not pregnant….”  I’m sweating, how is that good news? It would be good news if it was me. “Anyway.” She holds out the any “Aran picked ya up another, and whatever the results I’m always by yer side.” She hands me the box and pats my shoulder. 

“Well it's now or never huh?" I walk towards the bathroom.

“Y/n?” Aran asks before I shut the door. I look up at him, “I’m here too ‘lright?” I nod and shut the door behind me. Opening the box I take out the stick. The instructions say to pee on the stick then wait approximately three min. Taking a deep breath , I pee on the stick. I quickly put it on the counter sitting on the ground with my back on the door. “Ok!” I say threw the door.

“How are ya doing?” Emi's voice echoes. She sounds close to the door as well.

“What do ya hope fer?” Aran says his voice is just as close.

“I don’t know.” I say honestly. “If I’m not that’s cool, if I am then it wouldn’t be just me.”

“Yer not alone!” Emi sounds upset. “I’m here Katie’s here, Aran and Kita will both be right here! Ya will never be alone again!”

The silence fills around us once again. As we took down the minutes to see if the test was going to be positive or negative. “What else did they take?” I asked, trying to change the topic.

“Oh just their clothes, the bedroom is cleaned out, pictures of them, A couple appliances from the kitchen, and the television which I’ve replaced already so you don’t have to worry. Oh and a couple bookcases.” Emi says sadly. 

“Why did this happen ta me?”

“Life just knocks ya down,” Aran says. I think it’s an attempt to make me feel better but he sucks at it. 

Finally, I get up and check the test. 

“Oh?” Emi opens the door as soon as she hears me say it. I turn to her. “Positive.” 

“Holly shit.” Aran (the fucking dumbass,) says shocked.

“Ok that’s fine-“ Emi starts

“I’m pregnant.” I say with no emotion. 

“Well, we will get ya an appointment, then we tell Suna-“

“Suna?” I say as the attitude oozed out. “No, why would I tell Suna.”

“Isn’t that the dad? The last guy ya slept with” Aran pipes in.

I mumble the answer. This can’t be happening! I start crying, when he finds out he’s going to be angry. 

“What? It’s not Suna? Who could it have-“

“Atsumu!” I yell! “Miya Fucking Atsumu ok!”

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Osamu pov

The blaring of the alarm clock fills the bedroom. Today, after morning practice, Atsumu is leaving. He has been chosen for the top volleyball player training camp for youth or something. He is way too excited. When I came home last night (after walking Y/n home) he was already packed and ready to go.

He couldn’t sleep well last night. When ’Tumu gets restless he talks, and in turn I get no sleep. I really wish I got Y/n’s number last night but I completely forgot.

Although, even with the lack of sleep and listening to Atsumu talk, for several hours about the same damn thing, I feel refreshed and happy. Spending some time with Y/n again was really nice. I’m sure that even if Atsumu wasn’t talking most of the night, I’d be wide awake. You see I was also restless.

Y/n and my talk is still fresh in my head as I roll out of bed. Waking up my brother (by pushing him off the top bunk) and on the walk there with Atsumu, all that's on my mind is the thing she said about Atsumu- Atsumu will never learn if you always cover for him- Osamu is volleyball what you want to do for the rest of your life?

Man, she must care about me. It really brings this warm feeling to my chest. I end up thinking about her the entire walk to the gym. Well almost all the way there, “Osamu? Why are ya smiling’ so weird?” Atsumus voice rips me away from my thoughts. 

“‘M not smilin’.” I frown. 

“Yea, ya were.” He skips in front of me. Way too happy for the morning time, but this is normal. “Oh, that reminds me. How’s Y/n?” 

I shoot him a dirty look. “She's fine… Why?” I say, very skeptical of his concern about her. I've definitely noticed how weird he's been acting since he disappeared from that party.

Pouring a cup of coffee, to go with the egg whites and toast for Suna. Who, I had to carry to my house last night. He got completely trashed. It was all Y/n this and Y/n that, he obviously missed her. I told him to just talk to her about everything, but that's when he started crying saying that some other guy probably took you away. He only thought that though  because he couldn't find you. 

Taking the eggs off the stove I hear the front door open and close. “Where have ya been?” I turned around to see Atsumu standing at the entrance of the kitchen. 

“Wouldn't ya like to know,” He smugly smiles. 

“I had ta carry a cryin’ Suna, coulda used ya.” I grabbed my own coffee, taking a sip. 

“And ya managed fine without me.” Atsumu waves it off like it was no big deal. “Now can ya get me some coffee.”

“Get it yerself,” The toast pops up and I place them on the plate. “Ya didn't answer the question.”

“Whatever man-” He jumps out of his chair.

I take the eggs off the stove, I place them on the plate then walk them to Suna in the living room laying on the couch. “Eat up’ nd drink the coffee it'll help yer stomach.”

“Ugh.” Suna groans as he sits up, placing a hand on his head. “Why did ya let me drink so much?” I roll my eyes, and decide to leave him alone.

Walking back into the kitchen I see Atsumu obnoxiously sipping coffee out of a mug. “Ah,” he says after taking a drink. “Needed this.” He brightly smiled at his mug.

“Why are ya so happy? Shouldnt ya be more hungover ‘nd beggin’ fer food?”

He takes his seat at the counter again. “Fer yer information, I didn't drink that much last night.”

“Yea right, with ya disappearin’ then showing up in the mornin.” With that I go back to making food for myself.

“With the girl I was with, wish I was all the way sober.”

I freeze hearing him say that. He has never said anything like that about a woman. “What do ya-”

“Oh, Casanova,” Suna says as he staggers into the kitchen. He leans his body against the counter. “Is the lucky girl gettin ya twice- That's never been heard of.” He slaps Atsumus back.

“Hey sometimes,” He pauses as he thinks. “Sometimes their cunts are like drugs.” The way he says it is off slightly.

“Yea I get it. It's totally why I stayed with Y/n so long.” There's a pause, I can't help but feel like Suna talks big yet means the opposite.  “Hope she's not still Hurtin’” I hear him mumble.

Atsumu burst out laughing. Spilling his coffee everywhere. “She's definitely over ya man.”

Practice goes on as usual, kinda. Aran and Emi keep having side discussions. Emi is usually upbeat and enthusiastic with some cockiness mixed in. Yet today she seems to be angry, and it’s very obviously directed at Atsumu. She has been glaring at him all day, and has kept her distance. 

During our next water break Aran pulls Emi aside again. Their hush whispers are not heard but it's clear that he's trying to get her to calm down a little. Taking my eyes off of them I walk over to Atsumu, who's chugging his water talking with Suna.

“‘Tsumu?” I say walking into the group. “Did ya piss off Emi or somethin’?”

“Huh no?” He wipes his face with his towel. 

“Ah, ya noticed it too, huh Osamu?” Suna asked “Well Atsumu, ya had ta do somethin’. She's been glarin’ at ya all practice.”

“What?” He says it like he hasn't noticed. Well, maybe he hasn't. His mind has been other places. “Nah, ya guys are imaginin’ it.” He waves off the accusation. “What would I have even done?” I give Suna a look, obviously he is oblivious. And just like that our point was proven -

“Atsumu! Get yer ass back ta work ya scrub!” Emi yells, pointing her finger at Atsumu. Aran, next to her, just sighs as he turns back to the court. 

“WHAT! I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE TAKIN A BREAK?!”

“Pf” Suna is hiding his face, really trying not to laugh. “We told ya dude.” 

“Ok guys spike drills.” Aran said. I can tell he's trying to keep practice moving along. Spike dill, then some serves practice, lastly ending with a small game. Aran, Kita, and Gin vs Suna Atsumu and myself. Everyone else could leave if they wanted. Emi grumpily kept score, although she wasn't really paying attention. She never gave a point to our team if Atsumu got a point. She said it didn't count when trash makes a point. Atsumu was almost to his breaking point. It was obvious that he was barely keeping it together, and it was even more obvious that he was only doing that because Aran was now giving him a dirty look.

The game came down 19-23 Match point in their favor. “Time.” Atsumu called, through gritted teeth. Walking off the court we take a short water break. “This is bullshit!” Atsumu throws his empty water bottle on the floor. “What the actual fuck did I do?” He swipes my water bottle from my hand, chugging it.

“Well, ya had ta do something.” Suna shrugs, taking a seat on the bench. 

“Y/n!” Emi yells running to the gym door. Her mood, doing a 180 as she sounds like the normal Emi again. 

“Ugh,” Suna scoffs. “She's in her pajamas.”

I turn toward the door, seeing Emi embracing Y/n. Aran follows, but does not join the hug; he just pats Y/n’s head. Katie enters behind as Emi releases her hold on Y/n. The silent meetings with Aran and Emi now added two people. Everyone is smiling and patting you on the back. Nodding and for some reason Arans still patting your head. Y/n on the other hand, just look at the floor. A sad look cascading across her beautiful face. “Maybe she’s still sick, makes sense, she was sayin’ how she was stressed last night. She should be at home though.” I look toward the other two.

“What are ya friends again?” Suna seems a bit pissed.

“Oh, what is Suna Jelly~?” Atsmum sticks his tongue out as he winks. Suna just slaps him in his shoulder making Atsumu squeal like a girl. “Kita!” He runs off. He is such a child most of the time, I swear. 

“Yes, we are friends again. We talked last night and it was nice.” I'm as vague as I can be. Keeping my deadpan expression to kinda hide how nice it really feels to talk to her again. That conversation was really nice. I can't stop thinking about it. My heart is still beating fast.

Suna doesn't hide how he feels though. His face scrunches up with anger and he storms off to the locker room. His eyes never leave the group of people by the door. 

“Clean up everyone!” Kita yells at the remaining of us left, as he pushes Atsumu (who probably complained about Suna, or even how it's not fair for girls to interrupt practice) away. Gin and I go for the net, Atsumu pouts as he picks up the balls scattered around the gym.

“Does Emi seem off today?” Gin asks me as we start untying the net. “Sorry, just kinda scared ta bring it up in front of Aran. He kinda seems weird today as well.” 

“Well, ya have a point. He hasn't talked much today.” I say deadpan, again keeping my emotion hidden. I am curious as to why I'm being left out a bit. I look back at the group by the door. Should I go say hi? Yea, I told her last night I would be there for her. And with her standing there all sad maybe I should try and brighten her day a little. Or at least try. “Hang on Gin, I'll be right back.” 

I leave him to do the net by himself, as he shouts for me to wait. But I already have it in mind what I'm doing, I have to see her. Or more like make sure she's ok. Especially, with how wired everyone has been acting. My suspicions only skyrockets when I approach the group. Hush whispers turn dead silent. Y/n finally looks up meeting my eyes as I stop in front of her. “Hey Osamu.” She quietly says as a little smile appears on her lips. 

It's nice to see her smile. Arans hand stops patting her head, finally, and his hand just lays on the top of her head. “Hey, are ya feelin’ the same?” I reach my hand out to check her head. Does she have a fever? If so, why is she at school? 

Right before I touch her, Arans hand grabs my wrist with the hand not on her head. “Osamu,” His voice stern, startling me. He never uses such a voice. “Go clean up the-”

“Aran!” Y/n also grabs my arm. Just above where Aran gabs. She actually feels cold to the touch. She turns towards Aran. “Osamu is my friend too, let go.” The ‘let go’ is said more stern then the rest. Which shocked me more than Aran. Although when she was with Suna she actually liked this a lot. Mainly telling him she didn't like what he said or did and used it to explain how to act. It came off as motherly then though. Here, it was like she was telling him to back down. Aran could sense it too, as he let go of my arm. 

“I'll just go get ready,” Aran stares at the ground as he runs towards Kita. 

Katie and Emi don't leave though, they stand behind her as if they were her bodyguards. Her hand is still holding my arm as she turns to me. “I'm feeling better today, see,” she guides my hand to her forehead. Showing me she's okay, no fever. “I'm just taking the day to rest, but first I had to do something.” 

She lets go of my arm, but my hand stays on her head. Slowly I move it down her cheek, cupping it only for a second. Her face starts to turn a red, as the blush from me touching her ( I presume) creeps down her neck. I quickly forced my arm to my side. “I could have done whatever it is ya needed. That way ya could rest” I try to hide my own blush starting to creep upon me. I’m not sure if it's from embarrassment or not.

“No, it's really ok.” She waves her hand in front of her. “It has to be me anyways.” she sadly says. Emi and Katie place their hands on each shoulder. “Have a good day Osamu.” She says as she turns to walk away.

“Y-yea, get some rest, I'll check on ya later.” I call out as they exit the gym. I stand there for a second, staring at the closed door before turning around-

I jump a little bit seeing Atsumu leaning against the mop he has in his hands. His smile is a bit dark. “Ah,” he says as if he made a realization. “Brother of mine, yer takin’ a drink from tainted waters.”

I squint my eyes at him, but his smile deepens. It’s getting even smugger. “What are ya on about dumbass?” 

“I'm just sayin,” He leans off the mop. "She's already been used, and tossed to the side.” He giggles to himself. I can feel the cruelty from his words, so horrible that it leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.

I shrivel up my nose in disgust. “Shut ‘yer trap, yer gross.” To get away from his atrocious mouth I just walk away. Returning to finish helping Gin with the net. Cleaning up doesn't take long. By the time Gin and I fold and put away the net the whole gym is all cleaned.

In the locker room, mostly everyone is done with their showers. Kita, being the last one showering. I find the whole atmosphere in the room very weird right now. Everything is backwards. Arans fully dressed sitting on the bench staring at the door that takes you outside. Usually he's rushing out the door, to spend time with Emi. Yet he's here, looking lost. Suna is standing at his locker, also fully dressed. He would also be trying to get out of here as fast as he can. For Katie. Even Atsumu is different today. He's rushing around grabbing all of his things. Yet he skipped his shower, opting to stay in his gym clothes. I can't tell if he's rushing because everyone is acting weird so he wants to get away or if he just wants to get to his training camp. Maybe a little of both.

There's a knock on the locker room door and Arans jumps up fast, rushing to the door. He only opens the door slightly. Talking to whoever is on the other side.

“So, yer just friends with Y/n? Right?” Suna askes taking a seat behind me on the bench.

“Yea, I am. I walked her home from her job last night.” I don't turn around to him. Choosing to focus on tying my tie.

“I see, well I've been thinkin’. It would be really cool if you could set me up with Katie somehow.”

I choose to stay quiet, deciding not to speak to him. In the background I hear Aran tell Atsumu ‘some ones outside for ya’. Great, I was hoping I would be able to relax this week with Atsumu being gone. Now he's gone and messed it up. I wonder who he fucked with this time. More importantly, I wonder how I'm going to be able to fix whatever mess he's gone and gotten into. Hopefully it's an easy fix, like doing homework or something.

I realize that during this time I'm stuck in my head, Suna has been talking to me. The words Double Date pops up and I finally turn around. “I'll see what I can do buddy.”

He generally smiles at me. “Thanks, I knew you'd have my back.” He pats my back as he grabs his bag. “I suppose I’ll try and find Katie, although the chase won't be as fun without Y/n there to roll her eyes.” With that he left.

I stand there for a second. Does Suna still like Y/n? I really wished I would have listened to him talking. I shake the thought out of my head and grab my bag. I walk towards the door and see that Aran is still sat in the same spot. Staring at the door. His eyes seemed unfocused. As if he was zoning out. Sadness shining  through his eyes. “Aran?” I take a step towards him but I keep my distance. With how everyone is acting out of sorts I don't want to overstep. 

I repeat his name and he blinks back to reality. “‘M fine.” He states looking in my direction. Still, he stares through me with unfocused eyes. Whatever is on his mind it must be overly consuming. Occupying every inch of his brain. Maybe Emi and him got into a fight? “‘M just waiting fer Kita, don't worry.”

I wasn't exactly worried, more concerned until he said that. Now I’m worried. What's going on with everyone today? Yet, I don't have the guts to pry any further, so I nod at him and make my way to the door. Opening the door I immediately run into Emi. “Ugh, Osmau yer so slow at gettin’ ready.” She impatiently taps her foot. “Move, got to have a meeting with Kita and Aran now.” She pushes past me. 

“Kita’s still showerin’?” I warned her. I doubt Aran wants her seeing him naked. 

She doesn't seem to care though. Only stopping long enough to give me an ‘I don't care’ Then she disappeared inside the locker room. Everyone is really throwing me through a loop today, what else is going on today? I take a moment to look around the school yard. You can see the entrance and front gate from the gym. Behind the school would be the fields like the soccer/ track fields. I wonder where Atsumu went off to? Pulse I gotta find the mystery person he screwed over so I can fix it. I'm not sure why but I turn towards the back of the gym, leading away from the entrance of the school. In my mind if he really messed up, (which I hope he didn't) the person probably doesn't want anyone to hear the conversation.

It sounds like I’m right to assume, too. I start to hear Atsumus voice as he talks. As I get closer it gets clearer on what they are talking about. “Lisen, I want ta do it again, but yer pullin me aside ta tell me it’ll never happen again? It’s kinda weird. No one has ever said they didn't want me.”

What an asshat. Not everyone is going to bow to him.

“Listen I really hope ya change yer mind. Yer cunt is just as good as it's been described, probably better. I’d jump back on ya, just say the word. Although, yer making me late now. ‘ll talk ta ya after I get back next week, maybe.” 

I swear this guy is so full of himself. This egotistical prick is just making it harder for me to fix it. How do you even fix whatever this is? Is whatever he did even fixable anymore? There is just so much wrong with how he talks to people, and judging by the phrasing, he’s talking to a girl. His use of the word cunt makes me shiver. I feel gross just listening to him talk.

“Atsumu,” I know this voice. “ Yer not listenin’ to me.” My heart quickens as her voice runs through my ears. 

“No I hear ya loud n’ clear. Do ya think that sayin’ ya don't want me is gonna make me chase after ya?”

“What?” It can't really be her right? Yet, it's the same angelic voice.

“Others have tried this move before n’ its never worked well fer em’. Although, if ya keep it up I might take the bait, but like I said yer gonna have ta wait till ’m back.”

“Atsumu! Ya really need ta learn ta-”

“I know my cock is magic, but ya don't get ta tell me what ta do just cause its been in ya. We are not a couple.”

So let me get this straight, Atsumu and Y/n have been sleeping together. And now she's telling him no more and his ego won't let him understand it. Maybe it was only one time like the others he's dealt with. Although, this has me thinking back to when he disappeared from the party about a month ago. The things he said the next morning-  The things he has said about Y/n -The things he has said to Suna….Holly shit, when Suna finds out he's going to kill Atsumu. How fucking stupid can my brother get. Again, Y/n’s words echo in my head - it could help him if you let him fall. This brings another question in my head. Do they have feelings for each other? Atsumu probably not just because he has been with many other women who I’ve been appealing to keep him out of trouble.

“Like I’ve said before, we will talk when I come back! I have to go.” 

“Atsumu!” Then silence as what I can only imagine is Atsumu left her. Never letting her talk once. I could turn around, pretend I didn't just eavesdrop in- on what sounds like- an important conversation, but the image of Y/n crying last night does not allow my feet to turn around. Instead I emerge from behind the corner. Her back is turned to me, yet I was 100% right. It's none other than Y/n. She mumbles about how stupide my brother is (I don't disagree).

I have so many questions about what just happened. Like why have sex with Atsumu? Or what did he do to you? How can I fix this for him? Yet, my voice just says, “Atsumu?” 

Her shoulder jerks, and she quickly turns around. “Osamu?” We stand there with the wind blowing around us. There's about 6 feet in between us. “Ya should be gettin’ a move on to class.” She looks down at the ground then back at me. I don't respond. I knew the voice, but seeing her in front of me, after hearing Atsumu. I cant believe they had sex! “H-how much did ya hear?” she asks quietly. She looks ashamed, and somehow seeing that sends a tingle through my heart.

“Enough ta understand, is there anything I can do?” 

“Osamu, I promised Emi I wouldn’t tell ya.”

“Emi knows?” My question comes out angrier then I intended it too. 

“What do you think is going on Osamu? It kinda sounds like ya have some details wrong?”

“Ya slept with my brother, and keepin’ it a secret for a while I presume. I know that he wronged ya somehow that’s why ya were telling’ him I didn't want him anymore.” I can't help feeling a bit choked up, but I try to stay deadpan, emotionless for now. 

“Ok? Ya got it kinda right, yet wrong as well.” She shakes her head, walking towards me. “Ya don't have to worry, I can take care of it.”

“How am I wrong?” I say first then I quickly add, “Let me do something for ya. My brother was the one that wronged ya at least let me help.”

“Because you can't Osamu, what he's done is irreversible. It cannot be fixed.”

“Well, anything can be fixed, can ya let me try?” I am fighting to help so much. People have said no to my help in the past and I left it at that. Yet…

“Ya should let this one go.” She stops in front of me. Patting my shoulder with her hand as she talks. “There’s no way ya can help.”

“There has to be something.”

“Nope,”

She starts walking away but I grab her hand last minute. I just can't seem to let go either. “I'm going to do something even if it's small.”

“Why? To help Atsumu? Fuck him, its sink or swim at this point-” 

“I'm not doing it for him! It's ‘cause your my friend Y/n! I care about ya and I just want to make ya happy, not him.” I say fast, letting my emotions come through for her to see. I don't even have time to think about what to say and end up speaking from my heart. And when our eyes make contact, her’s wavers. 

“Y-ya really can't though.”

“What!” I feel rejection so hard. I let go of her. “Why not?!”

Her voice is unsteady, “It's something’ I have ta-”

“TA DO YOURSELF? JUST SAY YA DON'T TRUST ME!” My voice is uncontrollable.

“I do trust ya that's not why I can't tell ya, why ya can't help.”

“THEN LET ME HELP!”

“OSAMU?!” I hear Emi’s voice, she must have followed my yelling. 

“NO! I TOLD YA LAST NIGHT I WOULDN'T LET YA BE ALONE WHY TELL ARAN OVER ME?!” 

“Because he was just there ok? Please stop yelling.” Y/n pleads but I really feel hurt.

“I’M-I’m really hurt that you don't trust me, I just want ta-”

“Osamu, I'm pregnant.”

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Osamu’s Pov

Atsumu? Got a girl, pregnant? 

Y/n is that girl. 

Y/n? 

She had to have had sex, with Atsumu.

Atsumu?

Dad? He will be a dad? 

I’m trying to wrap my mind around this whole situation. I can see Emi, Aran, and Kita have joined Y/n and I. Katie has to know, but they probably sent her to distract Suna. They seem to all be talking, yet I can't hear them. I can't even seem to change my thought process. This can't be happening right? This is just a bad dream, right? No, I can't be stupid. This is happening, this is real. Atsumu has done something I never even thought was possible for him. I've always thought of him as a caution. 

“Atsumu?” My voice sounds so strange, as if it broke the barrier keeping me from hearing. Noise filters back in. The birds chirped in the cooler morning air. The groups of people talking far away as they all enter the school. They have no idea that any of this is going on, nor do I feel like anyone around me wants them to. Speaking of, they all seem to have gone silent, all turning their attention to me. As I stand there, utterly speechless. No thoughts in my head besides the constant repeating of, ‘Kid, Atsumu, Y/n’. This is all so weird it makes my head spin. 

They are all showing me different emotions. Emi shows anger, as if the mere mention of Atumus name has her wanting blood. It makes sense now as to why she was acting so weird towards him today. Aran stands next to her, unable to look me in the eyes. With the way he's acting it's almost as if he was the one at fault, yet he is not. I think it's pity in his eyes, and he's trying his hardest to not show anyone. He pities Y/n because Atsumu just destroyed her life with one action. Kita is unreadable and it's completely understandable. It's Kita, he's always calm and collective. He really thinks about every possible outcome before he does anything. Y/n looks saddened. Her eyes show so many different emotions yet the tears that threaten to escape her tells me she's scared. She needs someone to tell her it's ok. Not get angry or show her pity. 

She nods, answering my question, and quickly wipes a tear that escapes her. She doesn't want to cry. I won't let HIM make her cry. My gut trunks with anger. How could he make her cry? I decide it's now that he will have to figure this out and fix it himself because I am 100% behind this amazing woman. It's now that Atsumu will either sink or swim, and whatever he does doesn't matter to me nor should it matter to Y/n. I will do anything she needs. I will be the support she needs. What she craves. 

I walk over to her and carefully hold her cheek, wiping under her eye where more tears start to come. Our eyes are locked and I show her a big smile, “It's okay.” I say it so softly I don't think she even hears it. I'm not sure why my body did it. It's moving on its own and before I could even stop I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. It's something I can't take back, even if I wanted to I wouldn't.  

“I'm gonna kill ‘im.” I seem to growl as I pull away, and with not looking at anyone I sprint off towards my house where he should still be. I can hear Kita yell at Aran to stop me, and then heavy footsteps following me. Unfortunately for Aran, I’ve always been faster, and in no time I lose him. 

Running, as fast as my feet can carry me. The only thing making me move is my anger. My gut boils as I burst through my front door. I barely hear my mom in the kitchen yell at me as I run up the stairs. Running straight through our shared room door. “ATSUMU YA STUPID..” Stopping only to see he’s gone. My dad must have taken him to his camp. I deflate onto the bed.

Pregnant? 

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My friends all stopped over after school. I had Emi and Aran tell Kita whats goning on. Not surprising, he had the calmest reaction. Katie was more of a exited reaction. That was until I told her it was Atsumu’s. Yet compared to Osamu’s reaction though, it worried me. He kissed my forehead then ran off. How am I supposed to take that? Was that suppose to be a good reaction? Or a bad one? 

My mind is mushy, as I try to decipher what that ment. It doesnt make any science. Did he want to pumble his brother? Was he angery? 

“Y/n? Ya gotta redecrate yer house.” Emi says as soon as she walked into my house. She pulls out a note book and her and Katie has been walking around the Downstares taking note. ‘Maybe a table here’ or ‘Paint this’ is heard from them every now and then. I think Kate and Emi are just trying to keep me as happy as possible. Thats why they are going around my house figuring out what can be changed. Its to help me move passed my parents leaving me and to feel better about having a baby. It does actually help. To move things around and change things. Its a fresh start with my baby. 

Kita, Aran and I are in my now emptier kitchen. Kita is going over a checklist of things for me to ask my doctor in the morning. Things like, ‘The likely hood of having twins’ or ‘The percentage rate of delivering directly on date’ Which he did estimate out. 

Aran has been a space condente sense he found out. I’m not sure what he is even thinking about but we keep having to ask him if hes ok. He just dismisses it. 

“Y/n? Dont forget ta ask the doctor tomorrow morning fer vitamins.” Kita points at me.

“Yea, thank ya Kita-senpi.” I bow. “So not only have I gotten into the best OB in the area but I also did some thinkin’ about school.” I say sitting at the counter next to Kita. Aran stands near my fridge. 

“Oh yea?” Aran asked. “Did ya figure out what ya have ta do to still go ta collage?”

“No,” I say honestly, “I think college has ta wait fer a minute. I’m talking about finishing High school.” 

“Thats good yer thinking ‘bout the present, I was ganna ask ya yer plains.” Kita says as he turns to look at me. 

“Yea Im going ta try my best to go to school, but Inarizaki doesnt have online schooling since ya have to take entrance exames and its exterley private but if I do fail somehow I can transfer to Toyko schools. Or in miyagi there is a new mom program thats been going on. Its for teen moms and it not only teaches how to care for a baby but also helps you finish up schooling.” I sip on the tea Kita made when he had gotten there. “I dont want to leave though.” I frown.    

“Well we can help with what we can. Have ya decided how yer going ta tell him?” Kita asks, sipping his tea.

“Atsumu? No, I havnt a clue as to break it to him.”

“I dont think ya should.” Aran says. I look over at him, I can imagen my face, looking taken aback, but I try forcing a ‘common dude’ look. “U-uh. Not that he doesnt deserve to know its just- Ya know its Atsumu. He probably gonna deni and say mean and shitty things.” He gets even more nervouse. I think Kita has joined me with the face making towards him. “N-not that ya couldnt take it. Im sure ya could. Its j-just, I mean this is Atsumu. He is very unpredictable. I just dont want him to leave ya high and dry cause all he can ever think about is himself and whats best for him and a child is just going to get in the ways of his dreams. That could stop ya from reaching your dreams.” He studders out. 

“I agree actually.” Emi says joining the conversation. Her and Katie walk into the room, and she joins Aran by the fridge. “I mean you can do anything you want, I just think that Atsumu is trouble. He’s bound to fuck ya over, its what he does.”

I do see what they are saying. Osamu has been fixing his messes for a while. He probably will think its a joke and say I’m faking everything. He could use this and make a name for me. A Whore maybe a Slut, and people would belive him. All because Osamu made him look as if he is better then what he is. “I think your wrong,” Katie come in with her opinion. “Yes, Atsumu is a shitty person, and we could sit down and name a whole list of shitty things he has done. Yet, this is his child. He has a right to know.” 

She’s right too, who’s to say he dosent deserve to know. This is because of him. “He could take the news differently then you guys think.” Kita cuts in, also putting his opinion into my head. “He could find out and change everything about himself. He could become a way better person. We dont know how he will reacted it could be bad it could be good.”  

“Well, I have a week to decide what I want to do. He’s gone.” I say looking down. I’m not sure what to do. Atsumu is hard to talk to. “Ok, guys I’m tired I need some sleep to prepare for a big day tomorrow.” 

With that said everyone says their goodbyes. Katie said she will be here early in the morning to make sure I'm doing ok and then she would be off to school, as per usual. Emi stays behind as everyone walks out. “Listen girl,“ Her hand still remains on the door and her eyes never meet mine. “I will still love ya if you choose to tell him but I really have this feeling like he will ruin everything.” Her eyes finally meet mine. “I will have yer back and clean up whatever he does. But like I said its just a feeling.” 

“I wont be mad at any of ya if ya get mad, Im confused. I have no idea what the best thing to do is.” I run my fingers threw my hair. This is stressful. What should anyone do in this position? 

Emi must have seen the way im struggle with my thought, because she pulls me into a bone crushing hug. She cresses my hair as she whispers, “Whatever yer choice is I’ll back ya up. I just dont want to see you end up too, broken. Atsumu will definentally react bad.” She pushes away and openes the door. Aran is stood at the end of my driveway waiting. “I will see ya tomorrow Y/n.” She smiles and shuts the door behind her.

I stare at the door for a minute. Is she right? Will telling Atsumu destroy things? Would he ruin things even if I dont tell him? Does he deserve to even know? If he’s smart he will see me grow and put two into together. He could be even more mad, especially if he finds out before I tell him. I don’t want to have to deal with any of that. 

Well, I might as well get my things ready for tomorrow. I made my way to the bathroom upstairs. The doctors then school, all by myself. Can I really do this? Should I tell Atsumu just so I’m not alone? Is any of it worth it?

My shower stared nice and quickly turns crappy. The nice warm water on my body turns my stomach upside down. I almost tripped trying to make it to the toilet. Not much comes out due to my loss of appetite. My stomach just has been feeling upside down. I absolutely hate throwing up. The heaving makes me feel tired, I wish someone was here to rub my back. Maybe then I feel a little better.

After putting a nightgown on I stand in my mirror. I can’t help but look at my stomach. My hand instinctually goes to it, rubbing small circles on it. I am growing a small little human in me.

A small human that needs me, and who is always there with me. “hey little guy, I’m your mommy.” I smile, almost feeling a warmth shoot through me. I’m not sure why talking makes me feel better, but it definitely makes me feel less lonely. And rubbing my tummy makes it feel a little better. “Let's get some sleep buddy. We have a great big day tomorrow.” 

A loud knocking kick me abruptly out of my thoughts. The knocking sounds like someone is at my door. Quickly, I make my way downstairs. The knocking gets louder and there is no space between the knocks. Then just as they started they stop. Opening the door I see a back starting to walk away. I know this musculare back. Ive been staring at it since the school year has started.

“Osamu?” He freezes the moment I make a sound. “What are ya doing here?” I ask. It is quite late. I feel the cold air shift around myself as I stand there in my nightgown. He turns around slowly and I notice his arms are full of books and bags. 

“Hey, sorry for bothering you so late.” He says so quietly I can barley hear him say it. We stand there looking at eachother, yet the atimispher doesnt seem to be wired. Its a warm and welcoming feeling. The complete opposite of what the air feels like blowing around us. The air bites at my arms and legs, a sign that winter is approaching. Osamu, seems to still be in his school uniform. 

“Oh, yer fine. Would you like to come in? Its getting cold outside.” I open the door more allowing him inside. He doesnt say anything, keeping a neutral face as he walks into the house. He slides his shoes off as I close the door. “Would ya like any tea? Kita made some not to long ago.”

“Is he still here?” He asks following me into my kitchen. I tell give a simple answer as he sets down everything in his arms. Books, about pregnutcy and parenting, scatter acrossed the counter. I notice one thats different, a how to guid to understanding hormones. I try to suppress a giggle. “How are you feeling? Are ya nauseous?” He looks over to me as I pour some tea for us. 

“Oh, yea.” I hand him his tea. The cup looks sinificanetly smaller in his hand. “I havent eaten, I’ve been feeling sick lately.” I avoid eye contact. Feeling embarrassed about the whole thing.

“Cuse of little ‘Tsumu.” He says this more as a state ment then an actual question. I blush nodding at him, still looking away. He stays quite for a while. Not even a sound is made, so I look over to him. His nose is scanning one of the manny books. I wonder where he got any of these books. I have never seen him with a single book since Ive known him, and yet here he is reading. “Ah,” he finally says looking over the top of the book. “May I cook ya something? I bought some things at the store that cold help ya be more comfortable.” 

What? Cook for me? Why would he want to? I thought he was mad when he found out, with how he acted earlier. I figured he wouldnt be this kind. “Uh, Yea sure have you eaten yet?” I ask trying to avoid stuttering. He shakes his head giving me a small smile, and just like that, all my confussetion and insicerites are washed away. His smile he shows me has a nice warmth that matches the feeling when I saw him at my door. This warmth makes my heart skip a beat. 

Its a nice and comfortable silence that surrounds us as he pulls out food from in the bags. It looks like hes going to make some kind of ramin, with rice. His presents is so comfortable, it makes me feel whole again. Kinda makes me realize that, I have been feeling broken. Not alone (like I’m scared of being) but it like my life is falling apart. Im pergnut, at 16.  My parents are suppose to be here for me. Yet, they left me so they could enjoy life without me. Now though, standing in my kitchen with Osamu cooking, it feels nice. Almost like I havent been hanging by a thread. (Or like Osamu is the thread)

“Did ya make an appointment?” Osamu words bringing me out of my own thoughts. Why would I even think such things? I feel my cheeks warm up thinking about what I was thinking about.

“Oh, uh, Yes its tomorrow morning.” I stutter. His back stays turned as he starts to cook the ramin. 

“Ah, I have some questions for the doctor. Who’s going with you?”

“No one actually. Everyone is going to school.”

He stops stirring the food and turns around. “By yerself?” I nod. He stares at me for a moment then shakes his head and looks away, turning back to the food. “In the morning, what time?”  

“8:30, thats why its just myself. Everyone will be at school. I’ll be going in after.”

He hums a answer. Staying quite as he finishes up the ramin. Pouring them into two bowles and placing rice inbetween us as he takes a seat at the counter with me. “The broth should help you keep the noodles down and the rice will be a nice filler. Thats what the book said at least.”  

The food is very good and for once these last couple days, actually goes down and doesnt want to come back up. It settles nicely inside my belly. “Thank you for the food Osamu, its exactly what I needed.” I smile at him. 

He blushes and says, “Yer welcome.”

The meal continues the same. Small banter and sweet talk about how amazing the food is. He even helps do the dishes and then after we finished cleaning up. We decided to watch a movie and relax in the living room. We sit on the tiny love seat my parents left. Our shoulders tuching every now and then. I let Osamu pick the movie because he kept insisting on it. After some debating we agreed on ‘Spree’. I’ve never heard of it before but Osamu said it's a great movie. 

Curious, I asked,  “Osamu, what’s this movie about I’ve never even heard of it?”

He bluntly replied, a slight smile on his lips. “Well, its a horror movie about this uber driver who's a serial killer and he kills people on a stream site he's on. Atsumu talked about it alot.”

“Oh? Do ya like Horror movies?” I slightly push his shoulder.

He lets out a quite chuckle, if I wasnt as close as I was I would have missed it. “Yes, they are my favorite.” 

As I set up ‘Spree’ Osamu gets drinks and snacks from the kitchen. We sit down and enjoyed the movie. Well we tried to finish the movie I should say. We had to stop midway threw the movie. My bathroom breaks were getting longer thanks to me throwing up. (The snacks he grabbed were delicious, although they didnt sit too well with me) As soon as Osamu found out I was sneaking off to the bathroom to stop the movie. 

He knocked on the door to the bathroom as I heaved into it again. Nothing came out. “Hey, can I come in?” His voice, which is usually cold, comes out as concerning.  

“Yea,” I say back. My voice is horse and my throat burns. “But its not pretty.” I push my head deeper into th toilet. Throwing up little to nothing.

Over my gags I hear the door open. He kneels down next to me and starts rubbing my back in a soothing motion all while grabbing hold of my hair that fell in my face, to prevent me from vomiting on it.

”Just breathe, I’m here. Yer okay now.” He says quietly, calming. His touch is gentle and it relaxes me. 

I'm not alone. It feels so nice. I was right, having someone there to rub my back makes me feel better somehow.

 After what feels like forever, I sit up. Osamu keeps his hand on my lower back and weirdly it becomes my anchor. Feeling just how big his hand is to my back, I realize just how close we are to each other. Our knees bump into each other. I slowly look up. The bathroom may be dark but I can see his face. A soft smile on his face, eyes just as soft. I have never seen such emotion in his face before. It’s rare, my mind not even rendering how his normal emotionless face can make such.. feelings come across. 

His other hand lets go of my hair as the pad of his thumb swipe the corner of my mouth, cupping my face after words. “Are ya ready fer bed?”  He says, eyes scanning over my face.

I feel my face burn at his touch. Staring back into his eyes when he doesn’t get an answer. Not registering what he had said until his eyes squint slightly. My face burns more and spreads throughout my face. Not trusting my voice to come out anything but a squeak,  I swallow as I nod. 

As he helps me up and to bed my heart doesn’t stop beating in my ears. And I have to quickly push back an idea. ( I don’t think you can even call it that. A thought maybe) 

No, I can’t think like this. One simple act of kindness can’t- but it would make it easier. Life would have been simpler. - No stop brain.

Why couldn’t it have been you?