*ੈ✩ 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 ‧₊˚ s. kiyoomi

>𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟻𝚜𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

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"If one of you start to act like a savage in this motherfuckin' train-" warned the tall curly haired man, staring at the three other, a big smile plastered on their face.

"We're not kids Kiyoomi?" insisted Atsumu with a wobbly voice.

"You tried pole dancing on these things, last time." sighed Kiyoomi, pointing the thin metallic bar not far from them.

His friends couldn't help but just laugh at the memories of Atsumu pole dancing in front of too much people and even Kiyoomi bit his lip, trying to hide his low chuckles and his smile behind his mask.

"Oh god that was so funny." Laughed the little tangerine, sitting beside him.

"You're the one being weird and savage with your mask! Look, nobody is wearing these things in here" snapped back Atsumu, crossing his arms proudly on his chest.

"Don't want to catch a flu."

"There's no flu man, you're too stressed-" Someone stormed into the partly empty wagon and made Atsumu shut his mouth instantly. Sobbing loudly in her pale hands she crashed on her seat and rested her arms on the little table, hiding her face in it. "Wow, that's some big ass tears-" continued Atsumu with a small worried frown.

Kiyoomi felt his heart fluttered at the sight of this girl. The girl he's seeing almost every week, the girl he's exchanging short look with, this girl who's always sending him a sweet and charming smile every time she was passing by him.

She was now crying messily, her little hands covering her wet face.

"It's not funny..!"

"The fuck? She's crying Hinata, i know that it's not funny?" stated the blond boy with desperation, articulating every words and shaking his head at Hinata.

"She's always sitting here." The two boys felt silent at the words of Kiyoomi. It wasn't in his habit to talk about someone like that, something about him and her was just weird to Atsumu.

"You know here?!" exclaimed Bokuto, getting a simple negative nod from his friend.

"Can you give me tissues?" Kiyoomi raised a brow at Tsumu, his serious expression was very rare.

"Being polite all of a sudden?" He shuffled in his pocket and handed him a packet of tissues, still sealed by the little piece of tape. "You little shit."

"You should go talk to her-"

"No fucking way? What if she's sick?" snapped back Kiyoomi, turning his head to the windows when he felt his cheeks heated up.

"You're annoying you know that?"

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"Hey, i know it probably not the right time but.. there's tissues." She sniffed loudly before swiping her black stained cheeks, due to her mascara ruining down her face along her tears.

"Thanks."

"I'm Atsumu and.. we're worried for you." He said quietly.

"We?" Atsumu stepped aside to show the three other man. Hinata and Bokuto were like two puppies trying to get to their mom and Kiyoomi was acting like he wasn't giving any fuck about the situation. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the black haired boy who was missing for about two weeks. "Oh."

"We don't know each other but.. you can talk to me if you want." Atsumu sat beside her slowly, not wanting to be creepy or anything. "Or maybe just a hug-" Fuck, i'm being creepy-

"Don't touch me, i hate that." Her eyes widened at her own reaction, her words were so blunt. She opened her mouth to apologize but she quickly shut it when she saw him laugh.

"Wow, you're reminding me one my friends."

"Sorry.. that was rude." She said with a brittle tone.

"Don't worry, as i said my friend's like that too, but my hugs are different and now he's accepting my victory hug."

  Atsumu opened his arms and closed them around her petite body, making sure not to be too close or to touch her intimate parts. Her eyes widened again, being caught off guard at his action, it's been a while since the girl had a hug.. her eyes still tears-filled started to pour down her cheeks again, against her will but she felt safe, crying while being hugged, i'm lucky today. She shyly wrapped her arms around him back and sobbed quietly as he was stroking his back softly.

"Someone played with your heart?" He asked gently, resting his head on hers.

"I've.. i've lost a family member.." managed to say Shinju between her hiccup.

"Oh." She fried harder when his arms tightened around her shoulders. "I'm sorry, really sorry."

Kiyoomi shook his head discretely, getting out of his head the idea of catching feelings for a girl, this girl which he doesn't even know the name or her age.

His heart ached oddly at the sight of her falling appart in the arms of his friend. I don't care, i don't know this girl. But he couldn't just not care about the weird pain he felt in his chest.

He have never been stabbed... but it felt like it.

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