*ੈ✩ 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 ‧₊˚ s. kiyoomi

𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛

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"What's with that face man, you look like a-" Sakusa exhaled loudly, closing his eyes at his voice.

"Shut up Miya." Atsumu bit the interior of his cheeks.

  Omii was his friend. His best friend to be precise, and he never saw the tall black haired boy in this state. Of course he was always quiet but right now, he was oddly quiet. His glasses resting on the bridge of his thin nose, his fingers fidgeting with the plastic straw in his glass.. something was wrong.

"You know.. i'm not good with.. with giving advice and shit but.. yeah you're my best friend.. y'know..?" Smiled shyly the boy, rubbing his undercut in awkwardness, leaving his friend speechless in front of him. Atsumu was always joking around and being silly with him, but right now he looked absolutely serious. I should tell him.

"Remember when.. when you brought your bitch with you, the one with the red hair?" Atsumu winced and his eyes widened, bitches? This boy had hundreds bitches.

"...My bitch...? Wait..." He closed one of his eyes to think about it, resting his chin between his setters fingers. "Oooh! Maki, yeah! So?"

He's going to remember her. And i know him. I'm not going to tell him.

"Forget it, wasn't important about the real thing after all." Atsumu shook his head in confusion, but Kiyoomi spoked. "I just don't know how to text a girl." The blond one snapped his hands on the wood, making the poor little table shake under his strength.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yes i am, stop doing stupid things like slapping this motherfucking table." Warned Kiyoomi, giving his a cold stare, as everyone in the little cafe was looking at them. Atsumu turned around and waved to the people, who were now going back to their own conversation. "It has been two weeks since i have her number."

"What happened between you and her?"

"We kissed and we slept together."

"Slept.. slept?"

"Slept."

"Oh.. so you got close to Shinju, you fucked her in that train and now you don't know how to handle it, right?" Sakusa literally choked on his iced coffee at the sound of her name. How?

"Who's that?"

"The girl you fucked."

"Never said i was talking about her."

"You're obvious, Omi."

"Yeah ok, fine, that's her but that's not the subject, what can i say." admitted Omi, pinching the bridge of his nose under his glasses in defeat.

"Man i think you already broke her heart right now." sighed Atsumu, stirring his drink with his straw. "She was...?"

"Yes." Yes. She was virgin.

"Just.. imagine: you meet someone older than you in the train, you're not doing anything for about a month and suddenly things are happening between you and this someone very quickly, you're virgin and have no experience and... this person.. have your number for two whole week and just don't text you when this person just stole your virginity."  The boy looked to the side in confusion, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes.

"What's the point?"

"The point is that she's probably already hurt by your silence."