life was shit again.

it had been two weeks. two weeks since y/n got back to her life in tokyo. two weeks since she saw oikawa. two weeks since she was in oikawa's arms thinking there was no better feeling than this. two weeks since oikawa told her he loved her. two weeks since oikawa took his words back.

two weeks since she told oikawa she loved him and then ran away without another word.

he hadn't texted. he hadn't called. he had disappeared from her life again.

she hadn't cried since the train came to a halt and she got onto the platform in the big city and reached her apartment.

she wanted to cry. she really did. but she just wasn't able to even if she tried. it felt as if her brain was telling her that there was a limit to how many tears you can shed for one person.

she was hurting. she did not feel like she was moving on by not crying.

missing him had become a full time job. it'd keep her up at night. should she not have left? did her self preservation get the best of her?

not that any of it mattered anymore because he was gone. again.

work had kept her busy, thankfully so. she was happy to sit at her desk and do paperwork and correct typos the whole day if it meant she didn't have to think about oikawa. heartbreak made her surprisingly efficient.

"yo, grumpy", the tap on her shoulder was from her boss, causing her to roll her chair back and stand up.

"yes sir?", she did not react to the nickname because he'd been calling her that ever since she got back. she couldn't really argue because it suited her.

"i need you to go down to this address", he set down a paper at her desk, "and then tell them that we're ready to accept their counter offer. i've emailed them the revised contract. take a copy of it along with you."

"can't i just call them?", she groaned

"no you cannot. the client wants moral support."

"stupid athletes and their stupid moral support", she mumbled under her breath before clearing her throat, "which client is it for?"

"miya atsumu"

-•-•-•-

life was shit for oikawa too.

he was having a bad day at training as a result of which he was exerting himself more.

he hadn't done this since his high school days. in fact, the first thing he'd done when he came to argentina was learn how to not overwork because it didn't do him any favours.

he couldn't help it though because oikawa was, above all, a perfectionist.

he liked things done a certain way and it made him mad when it didn't work out. this applied to both, volleyball and real life.

when he first joined the argentinian league, he was merely the 'cute japanese guy' in the eyes of the general public. but over time, his reputation had put him on a pedestal.

with the right opportunity, he'd managed to prove his worth. and it made him feel like the years invested in his career were not a waste.

"oikawa", his coach called, "that's enough for today."

he wiped the sweat off his face, staring at the floor before nodding slowly.

"are you okay?", he asked the brunette, walking towards him on court, "you've been a little out of it since you returned from home."

oikawa shook his head immediately, putting on a smile.

"no, i just feel like i have some training to catch up on."

he walked off court anyway, knowing he would get yelled at if he continued to train.

"oikawa!!", his teammate called, "come drink with us later on"

he nodded, "text me the address"

"what do you think?", one of his teammates asked another, "what's got him so agitated?"

"maybe he's just homesick."

"maybe"

"it feels like he left something important back in japan."

-•-•-•-

y/n rushed to the place where calvin klein was doing its photo shoot.

she peeked at the contract on her way here and sighed heavily because this one photoshoot was paying miya atsumu more than her half yearly salary.

when she entered the building, she went straight towards the shoot director to hand over the proposal.

the woman looked over the contract before quirking a brow. "you could've just called."

"my boss wouldn't let me", she shrugged, "where is miya-san?"

"who's asking?", a voice asked from behind her, causing her to turn her head around immediately.

miya atsumu. MSBY black jackals setter and professional heartthrob.

he was beautiful to look at. he had caramel tinted eyes, well maintained wavy light blonde hair and a smirk that reminded her of someone she so desperately wanted to forget.

he was wearing a fluffy white robe as he waited for the shoot to commence. it went mysteriously well with his personality.

"hi miya-san", she gave him a cordial nod as she tried to look professional, "the agency sent me"

"hi, you are?..", he held out his hand.

"iwaizumi y/n", she stated, placing her hand in his as his gaze flickered over her a few moments longer.

"it's a pleasure."

"why'd you want moral support?", she questioned, tilting her head.

"i don't want moral support i actually want iced tea", he groaned. "no one here is getting me iced tea."

her patience was leaving her body very quickly.

"...okay... do you want me to get you iced tea then? what kind? from where?"

his expression was curious and then a little soft as he suddenly changed his mind.

"actually why don't you take a seat, you look exhausted."

she sighed wearily. "should i leave then if you don't need moral support or iced tea?"

"miya-san, we're ready!", the photographer called from behind them.

"don't leave", atsumu stated, winking at her. "enjoy the show, iwaizumi y/n."

her lips parted as she saw him walk away, slipping off the robe he was wearing to reveal his body that he had no trouble flaunting. he looked like he was sculpted by a god.

she knew he was scarcely clothed beneath the robe but she was not prepared to see those arms and those abs and those thighs and... maybe her job wasn't so bad after all.

but her spirits wouldn't stay up for long because a notification on her phone made her want to break it.

-•-•-•-

"why aren't you drinking??", oikawa's teammate asked, handing him a mug of beer, "c'mon"

the bar was noisy when they walked in and it had only gotten noisier with a bunch of volleyball players in it. it had pretty restricted entry, exclusively for people with a reasonable amount of fame.

everyone was drunk and people were either dancing or making out with someone but everyone was having a good time. except oikawa of course.

he was here in the hopes that it'd take his mind off of y/n. it was not working. he was staring at his phone, browsing through pictures from his trip to japan.

there was a picture of her that he'd clicked when she wasn't looking. it was the day they'd played volleyball with the seijoh crowd. she was talking to makki and mattsun as she tied her hair.

god, she was so beautiful.

and he missed her. he was surrounded by people that weren't her and he missed her so deeply. he thought about her so much it was wearing him down.

it had been a long time since oikawa was in love. and even then, it wasn't like this. he hadn't ever loved someone like this.

he had a sudden urge to call her, to tell her that he made a mistake by going away, to tell her that he didn't ever wanna let her go, that he was so sorry, that he missed her and loved her.

"tooru?", a smooth voice interrupted his thoughts and intentions, "is that you?"

he raised his eyebrows as he looked at a familiar and admittedly stunning face.

"oh hey cami", he nodded at her and then gave her a small wave, "long time no see"

cami, or camilla benitez, was an insanely famous runway model. she had appeared on the covers of numerous major magazines and was a brand ambassador for world famous, household name brands. she was a regular at fashion weeks, with an allure that was the apparent cause for her legions of followers.

she had long, wavy dark brown hair accompanied by greyish green eyes and plush pink lips. she had chiseled collar bones and a slim, extremely confident figure.

oikawa and her were rumoured to be an item last year even though neither of them really made anything official.

the rumours were true. they used to hook up last year. very frequently too. he thought he'd caught feelings for her but it never amounted to anything.

he was surprised to see her here though. it had been quite a while since they saw each other.

"it's not like you to sit in a corner in a place like this", cami took a seat next to him, taking a sip out of the drink she was holding.

"how've you been?", oikawa shifted the topic from him to her instead, "i saw you the other day"

"oh? where?", she looked surprised, "why didn't you say hi?"

"cause i saw you on a billboard", he stated bluntly.

there was a bit of silence before both of them broke into soft laughter. oikawa looked at her and smiled earnestly.

"there he is", cami grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair, "come on, you wanna dance?"

oikawa looked sceptical for a few moments before he shrugged it off.

"fuck it, let's go"

-•-•-•-

"buenos aires' darling camilla benitez and volleyball icon oikawa tooru spotted kissing outside a bar in the heart of the city. looks like all the rumours are true!! click here to read more!"

y/n stared at her phone screen.

she blinked once. then twice. and then she kept her phone away.

she felt... numb. her heart wasn't hurt, it was reduced to nothing.

because oikawa broke it once and she happily let him break it twice and now it simply didn't want to exist anymore.

her chest was hurting. a pit had formed in her stomach. her breathing felt strained. she wished the ground would swallow her whole before her inferiority complex did.

"do ya usually just not smile or is something specific wrong?", miya atsumu's voice asked with the pleasing kansai lilt to it.

she shook her head. "miya-san, please explain why i'm here because if i'm not needed i would like to leave"

"y/n-chan, look at me", he stated and her last bit of patience disappeared.

"yes, i get it okay? you're hot as fuck. all of japan knows that. you don't need an extra person being appreciative-"

"ya think i'm hot as fuck", he stated, chuckling and unfazed, "how unprofessional"

she looked up to swallow her pride and apologise but atsumu's smug smile told her that pride wasn't the only thing she'd be swallowing.

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ATSUMU LOVE OF MY LIFE I MISSED HIM SO MUCH MY BABY MY EVERYTHING.

alsooooo camilla is so hot i simply cannot hahahahah. here is her face claim—>