Hate You Love You/ K. Sakusa (On haitus)

Friends?

So sorry for the late update, I'll try to be more consistent. Hope you're well, be safe!

Things had gotten better, easier, for Y/N since that night at the ice cream shop. She didn't feel like a knife was being held to her throat every time she saw Sakusa. She still kept cautious though, making sure the distance between them was enough and made sure her wandering eyes steered clear of him. The closest she ever got to him was when she ate at the sharehouse, anywhere else she kept a good 5 feet. Sakusa still had his snarky comments and judgemental looks, but that was just his personality.

Sestu had asked her if they were friends, but Y/N told her that was impossible. Being friends with someone meant civil conversations and good times. They laugh together and tell secrets. Sakusa was far from a friend.

Y/N was currently in her new room unpacking boxes and boxes of all her stuff. She lined a shelf with picture frames with friends and people she met in America and packed all the books she read over the years in a bookcase she had next to her bed. The sunrays leaked in through the window, illuminating the white-walled rooms. Y/N is still thinking of a color to paint it, but she'll get to that later. The room wasn't too small or too big, just enough to fit her stuff. Her desk was placed up against the window, laptop, and other trinkets scattered on the surface.

"Y/N, I'm gonna head to work, you coming with?" Sestu called from the front door.
"I'll catch up later."
"Okay, see you later." and the door closed. Y/N wiped her brow as she walked out of her room that was at the end of the hall, passing Sestu's room with only a few steps, and into the kitchen/living room. A couch was pushed up against the wall with a Tv tucked in the corner wall. The kitchen took up the other side of the room with an open wall that had a counter. It was mostly empty, Sestu and Y/N not having any time to get things done, but today Y/N was going to start looking at furniture and other homey things.

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It was currently 11 in the morning and Y/N was driving to the sharehouse. She found things here and there but waited for Sestu's opinion for any furniture or more expensive things. Her trunk was currently full of rugs, lamps, pillows, and much more stuff. Y/N sighed as she pressed the code to the gate and drove to the sharehouse. She knew very well that she needed to get a job. Yes, she had money, but a lot of it would go into business and she still had to pay rent, gas, food, etc. A part-time job should be fine for now, she just hasn't bothered to look for one.

That's alright though, she still had time.

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"I'm here." Y/N greeted as she walked into the sharehouse. Atsumu was at the stove cooking lunch since it was a Thursday, he turned to Y/N with a smile and wave. Bokuto and Hinata were setting the table with drinks and plates, other members of the team off in their rooms.
"Hey, Y/N-chan!" Hinata and Bokuto smiled brightly, Y/N grinning in return.

"Whatchya makin?" Y/N asked as she walked over to Atsumu, peeking around his tall figure.
"Udon and rice," Atsumu told proudly, and Y/N wondered for what because when she looked at the counter and stove she was sure that was nothing to be proud of.
"Wow Atsumu, that's....really bad."
Atsumu turned to look at her with a forced smile.
"Do you want to make lunch for the entire team?"

Y/N blinked and laughed, slapping Atsumu's back.
"You're doing great so I'll leave that to you."
Atsumu did a small 'Hmph' before turning back to the food. Y/N decided to give him space to finish lunch, a gloomy expression on her face.

Maybe it tastes better than it looks

Y/N had been looking forward to lunch since there was hardly any food at the apartment. She's only met Osamu a few times, and she was sure she was in heaven when she ate his food. Y/N had hoped that his twin had the same talent, but she was mistaken.