One More Chance.

Chapter 12: Rainy Days.

Summary: It has to be more than friendship for how we look at each other. 

Tobio gasped awake with the need for a drink, his throat extremely dry. For a moment, the surroundings felt unfamiliar to him, then the reality caught up. He wasn't at his, no at Atsumu's place in Osaka. This was his sister's house. It took a while to understand, but the figure sleeping beside him was his teammate from Adlers, and not his partner; ex-partner. The alarm clock read 5:30 am. Too early with too little sleep. That wasn't surprising to him though, it had been like that for some time. Some days were good and some were terrible. Trying to find a way to live alone wasn't as easy as he had thought. He moved his blanket and sat on the bed with his arms circling his knees, and head resting on them. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his friends trying to cheer him up constantly, but at times, it wasn't something he needed.

Sometimes, he would fake his smile when he didn't feel it coming from his heart, only to notice the pair of grey eyes looking at him with concern. That was trouble too, try as he might, he wasn't able to fool them. Then there was yesterday night, the reason why he was thirsty now. He gulped as he remembered how easily he had forgotten about everything that had happened between him and Atsumu, the betrayal had felt like a far away nightmare, even for a while, when he had freely danced with his boyfriend's, ex boyfriend! damnit! twin. Neither yesterday nor tomorrow had existed in that moment, but the thing with time is that it always caught up, the same was true with the memories. It had felt like if nothing existed outside that moment, perhaps those lips would have come too near to him, and he would have not objected to it. Had Atsumu felt something similar...? Fuck. He didn't want to think about that.

Surprisingly, he wasn't hungover today. Maybe it had to do with how many snacks he had eaten along with the alcohol, and also Rin-san and Osamu-san made sure that he kept on having water at regular intervals. Still, he felt parched. Tobio made sure not to disturb the other occupant on the bed as he silently got down from the bed and out of the room, closing the door behind him to let the AC keep the room cold. Funny, how easily he had given in to Umi-san's wishes of keeping the windows closed. It wasn't easy or noticeable but changes were happening around him, and he was slowly adapting to them.

He thought about going for a run as he finished an entire water bottle, but he felt too exhausted. It would normally not be the case, but who knew your mental health affected your physical health too, and he had hardly slept for 3 hours last night. He decided to hit the gym later when he wasn't too tired, and make do with treadmill instead. It had been a while since he did some weight training too, so it didn't seem like a bad idea.

Whole Grain Oats or Honey Nuts?

He settled for mixing both, pouring some milk on them.

"Yer up early."

Turning around, he found the man he was thinking about leaning against the kitchen door; hair messy from sleep and sticking out at some places, the kind smile that he had come to associate with him, grey eyes that looked too deep. Not to mention, the grey sweatpants and full sleeved loose jersey of the same color that were bringing out the colors in them, even in the dim lights of morning. If Tobio had to describe this person in a word, he would call him a storm, probably it also helped with understanding the feeling this man stirred in his heart.

"So are you." He smiled, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Couldn't sleep. Anyway, I have some early deliveries comin' in today." Osamu explained as he lazily strolled in the kitchen, going straight for the coffee machine, his voice deeper than normal because of the sleepy state.

He gestured at him with a mug and Tobio nodded in answer to get one cup for him too.

Instead of going to the dining table outside, he decided to unlatch the small table from the wall opposite the stoves, and pulled two chairs inside. Coffee had started dripping in the pot, the motion hypnotizing him. It was when the other man sat opposite him, he looked at those grey eyes.