One Time Mistake (All I Wanted book 2) Sakusa K. X OC Fanfiction (ONGOING)

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

No person, annoying or not, has been able to break me out of my thoughts these past few days. Not even Atsumu, who's been repeatedly talking endlessly about Misaki giving him a kiss on the cheek after he drove her to Miyagi, I was too occupied to even feel bothered about the action, not even feeling the slightest bit of jealousy when I thought about it.

All that filled my mind the whole time was the conversation we had nights ago. It still lingered in my head like a permanent memory, as if it's my life and I should make a big deal out of it, but in fact it is a big deal. Reading everything in the book was worrisome enough, but knowing the whole truth behind it, a so much deeper and darker plot and just watched her leave in regret of spilling everything, I haven't been able to sleep well just simply thinking of that.

It was no wonder she's changed, mentally and emotionally that made Komori and Tomoe realize yet they had no idea why. She kept everything all to herself — the grief of losing a child or even the traumatic experience of being physically and sexually abused; she bottled everything up and still managed to hide behind a smile.

I frowned underneath my mask, debating whether I should call and ask her how she is doing atleast. Then I reached for my phone that rests inside my pocket—

"Kiyoomi, are you listening?" An annoying, nagging voice finally snapped me back to consciousness. "I said what are your plans for today?"

"Daina, can't you see I'm driving?" I grumbled tiredly as I rubbed my temples with my free hand. "I have practice. I'm busy."

"But it's not serious practice, is it? Season's not gonna start until the next two months. Plus we haven't seen each other in two weeks, can't you just spare a little bit of your time for me?"

"I am busy—"

"Tonight's the opening of a new fancy restaurant just below the skytree and don't you think it would be amazing? Take a little break, Kiyoomi. Or, we can go there for dinner after your practice. Ooh! We can invite Koemi-nee and nii-san!"

"Daina, I said I'm busy with practice—"

"Oh don't worry about that!" beamed the brown-haired woman. "I'll try talking to your coach and manager."

"What—"

"Thanks! See you later, Yoomi!" Daina interrupted as she exited the vehicle, closing the card door shut and walked inside the studio building.

Yoomi?

I furrowed my eyebrows as I pondered for a minute. Only one person calls me that. I looked back outside as I leaned my head on the steering wheel.

And it shouldn't be Daina.

She must be happy seeing her family again...

I sighed, fishing an object out of my pocket and stared at it boredly. I held a child's pink hairclip in between my fingers that I found during that day Misaki and I were in the park...and I knew exactly who owns this. Before I was able to return this to the kid, she and her mother already left which left me to keeping the small hair accessory.

And strangely, I found myself cleaning it to keep it in the pockets of my bag.

Just a week left before she returns back from Miyagi, hopefully, which means I can see her again. These three weeks without her honestly felt empty. She didn't reply to my texts nor did I witness Atsumu on calls with her during practice.

But maybe she's ignoring me. After being the only person to have known about her secret, she must've regretted telling me.

And knowing the kind of person I am, she must've thought I judged her. When in fact the person she is right now because of her past is the reason why I want to be by her side more. Simply because, nothing's changed for me. Saki's still Saki...and I still love her for that—

"Okay, stop. Stop!"

I snapped by to reality, landing on my feet with a small thud as I surveyed my area to see my teammates looking at me weirdly.

"Bokkun, hand me my ¥1000." Atsumu sighed as he approached me with his arms crossed. "I was right. Something's going on with Omi-kun."

I raised a brow, shooing him away once our trainer signaled for a break.

"Yer acting weird."

"I'm not." My brows furrowed.

"You are."

"Omi-san, you are." Hinata pointed out.

"I want to say you're not," Bokuto then appeared, pouting childishly, "but since I already lost the bet, you are."

"You missed my sets...for the fifteenth time this week? And not only that, these past weeks you did too I just lost count."

"Are ya perhaps having fight with Daina-chan?" The setter continued, smirking teasingly. "Awe, is Omi-kun stressed over that—"

"Ooh! Is it because of the newspaper headline of you and your cousin?!" Bokuto interrupted.

"Cousin?" I raised a brow.

Then Hinata spoke, "Yeah, the woman the people saw you walking with in Tokyo and thought she was your girlfriend but you said she's your cousin?"

Oh, that.

"Is that what you and Daina are fighting about? Is she jealous? Did you even tell her she was your cousin?"

"Daina and I are not fighting." I spoke deeply, slight irritation in my voice. Plus, even if she does get jealous, I'd honestly care less. "This is none of your business. Just leave me alone."

Atsumu's expression suddenly darkened along with the abrupt change of aura surrounding him. Even Bokuto and Hinata noticed this as they distanced themselves from the setter.

While Atsumu was still slightly fuming, I turned around and started walking to the bench.

"Ya better sort yourself out, Kiyoomi-kun." Atsumu spoke from behind me, making me stop in my tracks. "Those who can't match my tosses are trash. You don't want to be one, now do you?"

"Hah?"

I craned my neck to the side and gave the setter a side glare as I absent-mindedly balled my fists.

"Who are you calling trash, Miya?"

"No one," Atsumu calmly replied, turning around. "Unless it hits you. Then that's up to you."

I watched as he walked to the opposite bleachers, rolling my eyes, I faced back and stared at my feet.

Was I really too deep in my thoughts that it affected my training these past weeks?

Everyone noticed it but not me?

But I'm just worried...for Misaki. Three weeks without hearing from her has kept me up every night, thinking how she's been or what she's doing at the moment.

And no matter how many times I have to distract myself with volleyball or clean to push the stress away, by the end of the day I'd go back to thinking of her.

I found myself walking to Atsumu.

Because, I needed to do something to get this frustration away.

When I reached behind him, our other teammates noticed my presence and pointed at my direction.

"Miya."

Atsumu froze for a second, but then he turned around in a cocky expression. "Have you finally come to your senses, Omi-kun?"

"I want to talk with you." I furrowed my eyebrows, calmly continuing. "Alone."