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Warning! There are mentions of blood in this chapter! ***
You put a hand over
... your mouth as you yawned. Small tears peeking out of your eyes as you set your hand back down running your fingers through Osamu's hair.
The floor of the gym was cold but comfortable, everyone was taking a break getting ready for next week. Exams were over, thankfully. It was such a pain.
Atsumu's shoes made a squeaking sound as he came up to you crossing his arms, "I want to lay on (L/n)'s lap too!"
You smiled as you rested your head back onto the wall staring up at Atsumu, "This can't become a daily thing guys..." You yawned again, Damn I didn't realize I was THAT tired.
He huffed puffing his cheeks and you rolled your eyes. Here we go.
As Atsumu was throwing his little tantrum you failed to see the tall expressionless brunette who was giving the twins a glare now. They continued to bicker as Osamu started to raise his voice and you closed your eyes. You really weren't in the mood, "If you guys keep on arguing then no one gets to lay down on my lap... Got it!" You pointed a finger.
Staring at Atsumu in the eye he hesitantly nodded before backing away, "Yes... understood!"
Osamu then propped himself up on his elbows to look at you, "Why are you yelling." He simply stated before laying his head back down.
You blinked, "Get off." Speaking quickly you tensed your shoulders as you stared down at him waiting for him to sit up.
Osamu smiled lightly as he sat up, then fixing your pants you got up and glared down at him mumbling curses beneath your breath.
Leaving him there you sat down at the bench sighing as you gazed around the court. The polished gym floor reflecting the bright light that caused your eyes to squint. The sound of balls being hit across the big room filled your ears.
You liked not being home, it distracted you from unwanted thoughts. Thoughts that made you anxious, thoughts that you couldn't ever talk about to anyone. They were times you were having fun without realizing.
As you spaced out you felt pressure on your right shoulder as someone began to press their weight slowly onto you.
Turning your head you smiled as you were met with brown hair, "Everything okay, Suna?" You fixed yourself to be more comfortable as you lifted your arm to gently stroke his soft hair.
He simply responded with an "Mhm," as he then laid his head down onto your lap. Letting Suna lay there was a dangerous game to play, he wasn't allowed to fall asleep and knowing him he was probably already passed out.
You couldn't help but smile to yourself, you felt like a mom taking care of her innocent little kids who got tired easily and yelled at each other. Joining the team definitely was an exciting thing, probably the best thing you had ever done.
