*ੈ✩ 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 ‧₊˚ s. kiyoomi

>𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

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Are my eyes again pranking me?

I know this situation.

I know every details of this pictures.

His black jogging, his grey hoodie, the fact that he was sitting on the front of his car.

The place, i do know this place perfectly.

Oh and why?

Maybe because i'm also on this picture.

I shakily brought my hands to my mouth, unable to breath correctly. Kiyoomi was smiling brightly to me, his face being soft as ever, luckily we could only see my back and nothing more but I KNOW that it's me. One of the title was like "Kiyoomi Sakusa, is the heart of the  famous player is taken?"

I glanced around to make sure that i was the only bitch being dumbfounded next to a trash can and i shoved the magazine in my bag before i continued to walk, faster than previously as my breath was hitching and struggling to be calm and relaxed. What if someone knows too? And what if Kiyoomi knows it too? Maybe that's why he's ignoring me.. he just let the time passing by to wash off those rumors.. i don't know. I hate myself, it wasn't my type to overthink like that but know that i met him, i'm producing movies alone in my head. Spielberg is scared.

"Are you okay..?" I squealed on the bench i was sitting on, a nice and you de lady bending over me with a worried expression.

"Oh my god- Yes, sorry you scared me."

"Oh my god sorry! I didn't meant to.. but you looked like you were doing a panic attack or something." She panicked, playing with her fingers.

"Oh no no, don't worry-" Her eyes lingering my face then they drop on.. on my boobs? What the fuck-

"Where.. where did you got this..?" She started slowly, grabbing the pass that i forgot around my neck. I smiled gently as her own smile was disappearing slowly.

"A friend gave it to me."

"Sakusa?"

"No, hum.. my best friend is friend with Atsumu Miya, so he gave it to her then to me." She bit her inferior lips, nodding slowly.

"Ah. I see. He's quick to forget." My heart skipped a bit as i began to understood who was standing in front of me. I mean i'm not sure but i'm 99% that an ex-girlfriend still in love could say that. "I guess you're better than me, that's why." She ended shakily, her tears falling down on her cheeks. Oh fuck.

"Listen i- i'm not sure of who you are-" She laughed, it starting  to look like the beginning of a very bad ending movie honestly.

"That's not obvious?" I opened my mouth to respond after i got up to face her, but a large figure separated us.

"What the fuck is going on." Wow, hero of the situation... (that's ironic.)

"You should be careful with your girlfriend, she's a little to confident about your relationship." started the girl, frowning at Sakusa who laughed quietly, he tugged on his mask now resting on his chin.

He wasn't in his jersey anymore but in a sport short and a white hoodie, he's so- no. No no no.

"She's not my girlfriend." Fuck, that's painful. I hate that.

"Eh?!"

"Atsumu can't invite two people, he used my name." That was even more painful. Dude you kissed me without any explanation before your fucking match and- "Anything else?" The girl nodded and backed up, before leaving into the nearest street she could find.

I looked at Kiyoomi in confusion.

"Nice to see that you met my ex." He mumbled ironically, waving his hands in the air.

"I.. I should go." I gave him a little smile and started to walk as I gripped my bag a little harder at each step.

"You look like the Shinju from september." My eyebrow twitched at his voice following me, he was walking calmly at my side, his hands resting in the pockets of his short. "All shy and avoiding everything."

"Avoiding everything? Sure about that?" I swallowed a laugh.

"I fucked up? C'me on, if you want to say something then go for it?" He's not wrong, I'm supposed to be mature and communicate with him but.. what are we? I bit my lips and sigh.

"I don't want to miss my train, Kiyoomi."

"Oh, are you done with just Omii?" I stopped right on my tracks before turning to him, I bet that he can see my frown even if it's dark outside and even if half of my face is covered by my scarf.

"Are you done with me?"

"No." He smirked, his hand founding her way  to my cheek but I stepped back.

"Don't touch me-"

"Excuse-me?" His thin brows furrowed slightly at my gesture and words.

"Leave me alone." I said, starting to walk again.

"I feel like you're the type of girl who's fucking up everything healthy she could have, who the fuck raised you-" Right before I could process it, I slapped him right into the face. I don't know if it was that hard but his expression could tell me a little more about it.

He was just standing there, his head turned to the side as his lips were parted in chock. I just realized that my eyes were filled with nothing but tears at this point. Right or wrong, I don't give a shit even if I can clearly read regrets on his face, he just went too far I guess.

Who the fuck raised you?

Yeah, who raised me on the end, huh? My life is filled with loss, who raised me then?

"Don't you dare saying that again, Kiyoomi."

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