drama club - iwaoi + sakuatsu

T W E N T Y - S I X

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I silently rock on my bed back and fourth, huddled up like a turtle scared of it's own shell. All I wanted right now was some..closure. Someone to tell me that they loved me the way I wanted to be loved. I want Atsumu Miya to tell me he loves me like I love him.

I want this to be over with so I can just- HOLD HIM. For once in my useless goddamn life, I wanna treat someone like they're the greatest person breathing on this planet.

I can still hear his whispers in my head and they won't stop. I'm disturbed yet madly in love. It's like he's here with me-

"Psssst." I flinch and almost roll off my bed, I hurriedly shift over my bed with my blanket hanging onto me like I'm a superhero. I grab onto the curtains hiding the window and spread them apart. The first thing I saw was Atsumu in the weirdest position, he had his right foot dug deep into the roof's shingles and his fingers were turning white from holding onto my window's frame.

"T-tsumu?!" I cover my flustered face with my large hand and open the window with the other. "What're you doing here?" In alarm, I pull him in, scared someone might call the cops.

I stared at him with half confusion and half heart eyes. Staying mad at him was a challenge, it always was. As he dusted himself off he laughed, going on about how dumb I looked. "Omi, I'm here to check up on you!"

Omi..

He hasn't said that nickname in like years. I feel like passing out from literally nothing but one-sided butterflies. "Why would you need to check up on me?" Despite the obvious fact that I looked like a homeless alcoholic right now, I genuinely tried my best to get him out of here. Yes just a minute ago I was at the verge of sobbing because I wanted to hold him, but; I didn't mean like this. If he even laid a finger on me I would've broke into tears.

I promised myself I would stay strong no matter what. No matter what!

But now I understand what everyone means by not everything goes the way you expect it to.

My shoulders slump and now I slap my other hand on my face and basically just, break down. "O-omi?" I shook like a wet dog, I sniffled like someone who had allergies, I let my body fall back onto my bed because I was so mentally and physically exhausted.

"Atsu..mu." It's like whatever I said was a tongue twister in disguise. All I could do in this miserable, miserable moment is just whisper.

"Yeah..?" The side beside me sunk, without even having to remove my hands from my eyes, I could sense his worried gaze on me. The sound of his finger nails slowly dragging against the bed sheet was suspenseful but I was grateful. Having him by my side will forever and always be an amazing feeling.

He gently fiddled with my curls; taking a fistful of them then combing through them with his neat nails. "I..saw you there. You remember right? When I drove away like a pussy." I gulped. I felt the combing stop for a minute or so and we just lived through the silence. "I'm just not in the smartest of mindsets right now. E-everything is so out of order and everything's being thrown at me unexpectedly and I don't even have time to catch any of it." My pale slender fingers dented into my forehead when I groaned. I let out a hard sigh and push my hair back with a hand.

"That girl, Mira lee? The one I saw you talking with earlier today. She's really nice- great actually. But, it's because of her that I'm in this position. Of course I love her as-"

"Shut up." I was caught off guard when Atsumu spoke up. His voice was really scratchy and he was sniffing nonstop. "..You love her?"

My head snaps up and I intensely look at him with big eyes. "As a friend, I swear!"

"You consider that bitch a friend?!" I didn't think my eyes could get bigger but they did.

Bitch?

I'm beyond puzzled.

"Oh right, I apologize. I forgot you didn't hear our conversation. Let me break it down for you, that plastic coke bottle you consider a friend is a thirsty bitch who threatened me and told me she was your real bestfriend, basically stepping all over me!"

I could almost choke on my spit.

"Atsu-"

"Let me fucking finish for once." I couldn't even blink properly, everything I did felt wrong. "Honestly Sakusa, how could you just casually say you had a girlfriend to throw me off after our argument, knowing damn well I didn't believe a single second of that, but then you go and walk around with a parade of cheer team girls like it's a walk in the park?! What about me Kiyoomi. Yeah, I know I treated you really badly but couldn't you at least say something when I called out to you instead of just staring at me? For god's sake, you literally confessed your love to me then ran away from one of the biggest bombs in the century, that you created. God dammit Sakusa, I love you, why'd you have to go?!"

At this point we were both in tears, trembling like little boys who got their first bee sting; saliva strings forming in his mouth as he spoke, the fat tears barricaded his eyesight, I just know everything was blurry for him. He loves me and I love him. What more can I ask for? I lean in to embrace him. He was so cold- so, so cold. "You have no idea how much I've missed doing this."

You know how you fall asleep watching movies or listening to music? Well, have you ever fell asleep with your crush after a whole sobbing session, it's amaaaazing.

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