𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐀𝐭 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭

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𝚌 𝚑 𝚊 𝚙 𝚝 𝚎 𝚛 𝚝 𝚠 𝚎 𝚗 𝚝 𝚢 𝚏 𝚘 𝚞 𝚛

㋛︎ 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ㋛︎

Notes:
• Yesterday or the day before, I think, this book reached the top spot in #haikyuu. Thanks!

• I would like to remind you all again that I have never been in a serious romantic situation so this may seem unrealistic and too dramatic for those who have.

• Was the last chapter really that angsty? I actually though it wasn't hahaha.

"Omi! We won!" yelled Atsumu.

The called man stared at him in the eyes, "Wow, I didn't know."

Atsumu just laughed at his reply, too happy to be bummed out by his sarcasm.

The MSBY Black Jackals just won and they were ecstatic. Bokuto and Hinata were jumping up and down as if they haven't just finished a tiring game.

An hour or so passed by as they were getting ready to go to Atsumu's twin's onigiri shop. It was kind of their go-to place after every game, win or lose.

"Here's your onigiris on the house," Osamu said and set down plates filled with onigiris.

After that, there was a bit of a commotion since Atsumu noticed that the number of people and onigiris doesn't match and Osamu said that he should pay for his own.

As he stared outside, ignoring his teammates, he silently watched strangers pass by the shop. He thought of you.

How are you?

A month or so after you two broke up, he didn't allow himself to think of you. He deleted the photos of you and him together, he blocked you on all social accounts, and he glares at who ever mentioned your name.

It may sound petty but he was hurt. Him knowing that you left earlier than you told him made his pain worse. After a week of what happened in the park, he wanted to talk to you. But he can't do it in other ways other than personal.

A trace of you cannot be seen in your house already.

He was ready to take a gamble. Long distance relationships will be tough but he wanted to try because it was you. You're his wherever you are but he was too late.

That's why he spent the month in a hellish battle between his mind and heart. But he realized that he can't do it anymore. You were gone already.

He started to calm down. The thought of you still brings pain to his heart but gradually, it weakened. And later on, it was no more than a sting of longing.

Now, 5 years passed and he moved on.

At least, that's what he thought.

A week after they celebrated, Kiyoomi went home to his parent's house because his softie of a father had been dropping hints that were as subtle as a gun that he misses him.

He frowned as his dad greeted him with "Oh, I didn't know you were coming."

It was as if his old man didn't text him that their neighbors' cousin's son came home after years of being abroad.

"Where's mom?"

"Sleeping, she had a pretty tough week. She came home in the middle of the night and cleaned the entire house to calm her tense self."

The younger male nodded and excused himself to go to his room.

All of your photos saved on his phone were deleted. But there was one actual photo of you that he left on his nightstand. A picture of you wearing a Jersey similar to his with the biggest smile on your face. You were standing close to him. And he was smiling genuinely. Komori took the photo and he can't believe it was real.

But now it was like it really wasn't because it wasn't there where he left it.

He was about to storm out and demand an answer as to where it was but he stopped himself.

Why would he?

Isn't it more unusual for it to still be there even if years had already passed?

He laid down on his bed with a soft pop. He felt tired all of a sudden. Like he'd been running with how his heart is beating.

At first, he thought of nothing but the thoughts suddenly morphed into you.

How are you?

Have you been fine?

Were you finally content and comfortable with your living situation?

Have you... moved on?

The last question struck him more than he'd like to admit. Why was the thought of you being in the arms of another was disgusting? It left a bitter taste in his tongue.

Yes, he thought of you a thousand times in the span of 5 years but not once has he ever thought of you moving on.

Was he wrong?

Has he not moved on?

Did he reject the idea of you turning your back on your memories because he can't?

A single photo that he did not even see brought this much turmoil that stirred his being.

How could he be selfish and wanted to move on but didn't want for you to do the same?

He was living a lie.

Before he knew it, tears were already racing down his cheeks, sinking on his soft pillows. The light above his bed seemed too painful and he turned, laying on his side as he cried.

At that moment, for the first time in his life, he cursed you.

What was it with you that made him like this? You made him like the wrecked and broken boy he was once before. An incident which was also caused by you.

Were you really that special?

Who was he kidding? You were that special.

He should not have come home. If a frozen in time fragment of you were still by him, he would have continued living in ignorance. But losing that picture felt like losing you once again. And this time, utterly and definitely losing all and everything of you.

He doesn't want to let you go, after all.

The exhaustion brought by the overworking of his mind and the crying sort of lulled him to sleep.

It was as if fate and nightmares were teaming up against him because he dreamt of you.

A dream in which you were laughing. You were in front of him. Finally.

He was happy.

But you waved your hand goodbye and run off only to hurt him more by crossing your arms with another.

Even worse, a woman who had no face except a mouth which was curved into a smile hugged him.

It was disgusting.

If it weren't you, it was just not worth it.

He was literally shaken off of his dream since his mom has been doing so to wake him up.

"Sweetie, let's eat."

He stood up hesitantly and followed his mom.

Thoughts were starting to disturb his mind again and it pissed him off. He was annoyed more than usual so he sat down with a frown on his face.

"Kiyoomi, what's wrong? Are you tired?" His mom asked.

"No, I'm fine."

"Is that so?"

He chose not to answer and ate.

"You're clearly troubled, Kiyoomi."

His dad couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to have dinner with his son after months just to see him frown and look down.

"Tell me what's wrong," he spoke with a stern voice.

Kiyoomi sighed, "I... just missed something."

"Something?" his dad glanced at his mom.

They had an idea that instead of 'something', it was actually someone.

"Did you let go of something you like?" his mom asked with concern written on her face.

They saw how hurt he was after you left but their son isn't an open person and they did try to talk to him about it but they were shut out.

"I guess," he replied.

"Just grab on to it again, then."

His head shot up and he looked at his dad.

The softie older man was actually preparing for this, the time where he can advise his son.

"You let go of something, right? And you're missing it. So reach out and grab it again, hold it tighter."

For the first time in what felt like ages, they saw their son laugh, a heartfelt laugh.

"When did you become a poet, dad?"

His dad could die right then and there and he would not have any regrets.

But there's something else.

Fate must have really been against him and you because when he was ready to hold you again, realizing that he never really wanted to let you go was almost at the same time you decided to let go of the dream of holding him again.