Tokyo Drift

Chapter 3

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

Why it never worked, but it's going to now

You don't know, you don't know, you don't know

What it does to me when I feel you around

Is it love? Is it lust? Is it fear?

But it's hard to breathe when you're touching me there

Hard to breathe when you're kissing me there

Hard to breathe when you're not here

-Sometimes by Ariana Grande

"You know that hiding won't make anything better, right?" Tobio hears Suna's voice from outside the bathroom. The jet rolls his eyes, he knows that already, he can't help but want to disappear each time Kita or Ojiro come by to see him. Atsumu and Osamu weren't an exception.

After what happened Tobio vowed to just keep everyone at more than just arm's distance. He knows where he stands, and the fact that he is related to their leader changes nothing. "I'm not avoiding anyone. I just... have an upset stomach." The blue-eyed man leans on the door, if Suna is here then it means the twins left, that's good.

It has been a week since Tobio let himself cry in front of Suna, and the brunette thankfully never brought it up. That is fine with Tobio. "...Sure doll, they left by the way. Atsumu said that when you feel better to drop by again. They still need to do introductions and explain exactly what your job will be."

He clenched his jaw, why are they being so persistent? It's clear that they don't want him here yet they still want him to go. Tobio sighs, looking at his palm he takes notice of how well his cut had been healing. Suna had made sure he didn't put any strain on it for the remainder of the week.

The brunette would help him around the mechanic shop whether it be fixing the Lexus LFA or just cleaning up. He would also take him to eat or just bring him food which is fine with Tobio, he doesn't want to run into another gang member. The first time they had been lucky he isn't sure of a second time they would have the same luck.

"Doll, are you ok?" Suna's worried voice entered his ears, causing Tobio to snap out of his thoughts. Turning on the water he splashed cold water on his face. "I'm fine, I will be out in a bit." He waited until he heard footsteps walk away from the bathroom. Letting out a sigh he dried his face with the blue towel to the and left. Walking down the stairs he takes notice that Atsumu's car, a black Mazda MX-5 Miata, was no longer in the driveway.

Suna is crouched down by his car, fixing the last few pain jobs that the car needed. He raised his head the moment Tobio fully stepped in. "Sorry, for um...running off..." He looks away, a blush crawling at his nape. The moment he had seen the familiar black car Tobio didn't even think twice before bolting upstairs and into the bathroom.

He had heard Atsumu call his name but ignored him. "It's fine, you had an upset stomach after all." Suna grins at him softly. Tobio shyly returns it with a smile, his shoulders relaxing. "Yeah, let's get back to work." Grabbing the nearby towel Tobio inspects the passenger side of the car, fully aware of a pair of eyes following his every movement.

Suna didn't say anything else and continued to work. Tobio is truly grateful for that, the older man never pushed him to talk and never pointed the obvious to him. Suna would just go along with whatever excuse Tobio used, even if it has been overused. It's not that Tobio is afraid of facing them, it's more of the fact that he will have to speak to them.

He doesn't know what to say to them or what to do. It's clear that Tobio means nothing to them and by far the only one who would care if something happens to him would probably be Suna. Why would he? Tobio has no clue.