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- There's some triggering things in this one folks,please read with caution.
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-Atsumu hated them.
The sticky chairs,the girl that wouldn't stop winking at him with her messed up eyelashes,the sweaty men pressing up against him,the nasty railings.
If he could drive,he would totally use it.
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"Are you still coming?" Osamu faced the camera to his face.
"Yeah,I am.Wait for me." Atsumu hanged up the call and shoved his phone in his pocket.
Now for the worst part of the day,getting in this nasty transportation.
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Because the new subways was awfully crowded, he got his transfer ticket from the agent and took the free shuttle bus.
Slumping in the seat he memorized that no one threw up on,he scanned the area.
His eyes dart past the girl that comes the same time as Atsumu.
Scoffing,he took his phone out and started scrolling through Suna and Osamu's Instagram.
Lovey,doey,couples.
How come he didn't see any imperfect ones?
"Stupid" He put his phone back in his pocket,and closed his eyes.
He hoped this ride ended soon,and fast.
Atsumu opened his eyes to see people leaning on door even though a sign clearly states: Do not lean on doors.
Closing his eyes again,he prayed that the announcer would say something soon.
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But they didn't. For briefly 3 minutes.
What the fuck what happening?
Someone was about to go and investigate the situation,until he fell on the floor with a bang.
What.The.Fuck.
More fell until the only sounds remaining were screams.
Until someone stepping on the dead body says-
"Your cute,whats your name?"
He was never going on a subway again.
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"Oikawa?" Atsumu was trying to be as nice as possible,he did not want to die.
"Yup!" He waved the pistol around,as Atsumu stared in Awe.
"Why did you-Why did you do this?"
He looked around at the dead bodies.
"Oh it wasn't my orders,it was-"
"mine." Atsumu snapped his head in the direction of the voice.
The guy had wavy hair and two moles on his forehead,he had a person bruised pretty badly in his gloved hands.
"What."
He put two arms around Atsumu's waist.
"C'mon,lets get out."
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What in the world was happening.
Atsumu was now in between Oikawa and the black haired guy.
The brunette was giggling at something his "Boyfriend" sent him.
He doesn't want to die yet,he had so much to do.
Annoying his brother was one of the main ones.
"Well,were here.Get out."
The black haired picked Atsumu in bridal style,and put a bag over his head.
"Sleep princess."
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Atsumu woke up with bruises and scars over him.One looked liked a hickey,though.
Wait.
He tried to get out of the chains,no use.
The struggling of Atsumu obviously got someones attention,because the same guy with moles came into the room.
"Afternoon,Miya." He sat in the chair opposite of Atsumu.
He would be lying if he didn't say he looked stunning.
Atsumu tried to talk,which made him noticed that there was tape on his mouth.
"Sorry,we don't want you running away.You'll be here for some time until we can get rid of you."
He stood up,taking his gloves off.
"But I,for once,want something."
Atsumu was lost for words,what was he talking about?
"That something is you." He lifted Atsumu's chin.
The guy had blood over,something Atsumu couldn't see from far away.
"Your not running away."
"Your staying here,with me."
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When the taller male left the room,Atsumu scavenged his pocket for his phone.He actually felt his phone,and tried to grab it with his handcuffed hands.
"Mafia who?Are they this gullible?"
He shot Osamu a text,before trying to call the cops.
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Atsumu | Call the cops,I'll be home,maybe.
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Everyone knows the trick for opening handcuffs.
shaking his hair,a bobby clip fell out.
With a few tries,he managed to get out.
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He scanned the room,something he was used to doing because of the nasty subways.His eyes landed on a brown door.
Opening it,he found himself with a clear coast.
Was it that easy?
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I'm making a whole book with this one shot,stay tuned .
