𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. [𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮]

[13]

A/N: Honestly I'm beat mentally and physically. I'm so tired but too scared to sleep so I'm probably going to write while fighting off a migraine. Also, fuck the Arctic Outbreak and the fucking Polar Vortex collapsing. P.S I'm probably going to make this as less stressful as possible; I'm talking about the story. Also prepare for more swearing and cussing. There is no way I'll be able to actually avoid it right now in the state I'm in. 

A t s u m u

     Oikawa, Akaashi and I sit on the large black couch while our boyfriends discuss personal matters, in the kitchen. Although that shit ain't personal. Personal for us maybe, but not them. They weren't the ones who were violated and suffered under Mark's selfish sadistic hand.

     I mean like come on, Mark is completely insane. That lunatic needs to learn to let shit go. My question is, why is he coming after me for not satisfying him? It was three damn years ago. Besides, it wasn't my fault someone caught us. Although I am very grateful. Who knows what could have happened.

     Our boyfriends, plus Osamu and Suna, walk out of the kitchen looking a little tense. Were they talking about something I didn't know? Or are they just flat out nervous? I mean, I wouldn't blame them either way.

     If they were talking about something I didn't know, Omi would probably keep it from me considering the mental and physical stress I've been through these last few weeks. Man, who knew a shit ton of stuff would happen in just a matter of weeks? 

     "So?" I ask as I stand up crossing my arms, purposely lacing my voice in a little sarcasm. The 5 of them look at me like I've grown a second head. Meaning they weren't expecting the sarcasm. I'm upset and tired. 

     My raven haired boyfriend sighs and walks in front of me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly. My eyes widen in the sudden contact, me obviously not expecting this at all. "Hm? Omi?"

     No response.

     "O-Omi?"

     Again, no response.

     "He's not going to answer you. He's overthought every single solitary thing we talked about. Honestly I think it made him incapable of speech." Bokuto states as he leans against the brick wall over the fireplace. His usually gelled up grey and black hair down askew over his forehead.

     I didn't even notice his hair was down. You would've thought it would be easy to spot, considering how he usually has his hair gelled upwards. He's not sporting his owl look anymore. Is it because of Akaashi and what happened to him? They both look like shit.

     Oikawa looks exhausted and absent in a way. His hair is messy, his eyes are bloodshot, and it looks like he hasn't eaten in a while. The paleness in his face makes it obvious he isn't getting the nutrients he needs. 

     Iwaizumi still looks like his normal self. But you'd have to be stupid to think he is actually okay. He's not; quite the contrary actually. You can see it in his eyes. They're dark and hostile. 

     After a couple moments of silence, I lead Omi to the couch and sit down next to him. He grabs my right hand and interlocks our fingers, staring at the carpet beneath the glass table in front of us. I don't understand what's wrong with him. He was fine when he got here. Is it all just catching up to him now? 

      It's almost like he got hit by a train after he walked into the kitchen to discuss obvious matters. 

     "What did you guys talk about exactly?" Oikawa asks in a confusing tone, breaking the silence. 

     "We talked about some stuff that.. we didn't want you to find out for some time now. Sakusa just found out about it so that could be why he's acting the way he is. Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Suna and I.. We're uh." Osamu's voice cracks as if he's debating hard about speaking.