More Than Friends (Sequal to Just Friends)

Atsumu (14)

TW MENTIONS OF PAST RAPE

also since this story does not follow the haikyuu storyline whatsoever lmfao, i made a certain character older than the rest. just go with it thanks.

-Atsumu POV-

I sighed and glanced at my phone, Suna was late. More than late. He promised he'd pick me up today since he got off early. I swear if hes sleeping, I will throw him out of my bed when I get home. Hes been doing this a lot lately. Hell, I cant even remember the last timee weve hung out together. Suna always wants to rush home. I don't know why, I mean all thats there is my brother. Unless-

"Oh Miya!" I turned in my chair to look at Yachi. She was so small and pretty, totally my type, but I couldnt ever bring myself to try anything with her. So we just became close friends. Its good to be close with your manager, otherwise things get annoying. I don't know what I would do without her. Be out of a job most likely. Im not very good with dates, or remebering things. Thankfully, she does all of that for me.

I greeted her with a forced smile. "Hi."

She blushed softly. I always thought she had a crush on me, but really she just gets flustered when any guy talks to her. "I didn't know you were still here, this is perfct actually."

I titled my head a bit, humming in question. She peaked her head out of the door talking to someone outside. I cleared my throat and stood from my seat, wiping off my shirt and pants. Force of habit really.

Yachi looked back at me as a man eneterd behind her. We locked eyes and my heart dropped, my throat clogged and my vision blurred. This isnt real. The touching, the kissing, the words. Him. Hes not real. It never happened. Im mistaking him for someone else. Highschool was perfect. I was fine. It never happened.

His words were never whispering into my ear. His lips never touched my skin. His hands never exceeded the boundaries of my body. I was his student, nothing else. He taught me english and acting. He taught me how to lov, but not in that way. He taught me how to write beautiful scenes, through words not touches. It never happened.

"Atsumu?"

I blinked a few times, my mouth dry. "S-sorry.."

"Its okay, anyway. This is Kita. Kiyoko thought he'd be the perfect addition to the team. I man isnt he just beautiful."

No... no no no no...

Sakusa was right. He was right. Kiyoko is planning something. He told me. He fucking told me she was gonna pull some shit. i hadnt believed him. She was so sweet and gorgeous. fuck.

"H-hi.." I stuttered, accidentally packing up into my chair. "fuck." I cursed and held it still, thankful I hadnt fell over.

Kita laughed. It was so low and toxic, just as I remembered. I use to- no. No, i never did. I never adored it. No. I was dumb. I was a kid. I wanted attention. I thought-... I thought he wanted me.

Yachi stared at me confused, her eyebrow raised. "No need to be shy. Im not gonna bite you." Kita said holding his hand out to me. I pushed any bad thoughts about him to the back of my mind. I didn't need to think about it. Its done, over with.

"Yeah of course not." I laughed nervously, slowly taking his hand and shaking it. His hands were unnaturally soft, like he hadn't worked a day in his life.

After I got my hand back, I crossed my arms behind my back and looked at Yachi. She opened her mouth to speak but Kita beat her too it. "So you must be a hard work, staying this late?"

My eyes jumped from the clothing rack on the left wall, to him, to Yachi and to the door behind them. Honestly I just needed something to focus my eyes on and couldn't decide which was the best option.