haikyuu one-shot collection

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚊 🥀🤍

I knew I shouldn't have done it. I regretted it the moment I did it but it was already too late. And since that one moment where I did the mistake of introducing my two best friends to each other, everything went downhill. It started with them following each other on social media. After a while, they started texting more and more and soon enough they chatted more than I did with either. It really hurt but I told myself to ignore it. The two were made for each other so I should just let them text each other. It wasn't like they would forget me, right?

Months passed and they met up several times, first, the three of us met up but later they wouldn't ask me to join them anymore. Even when we hung out together, I could see how those two would be the ones meeting up while I just stood at the side. They would try to somehow include me but the things we did were things they liked and I didn't. The things we talked about were things they liked and I didn't like or know.

This happened every time we would meet and my jealousy not only increased massively but also showed all the time. They, of course, realized what was going on but just told me how I shouldn't be jealous because I would still see each of them more than they saw each other.

They were right but that was just because I lived next door with one of them and my parents were friends with the parents of the other so we would see each other when our parents would meet. But those meetups mostly were them talking about stuff I wasn't interested in or us doing things I didn't like but still did because it was the only way I could spend time with them.

Soon enough, those meetups would decrease as well and they would meet more and more often. I was happy for them, I really was. They finally found someone who understood them and with whom they were happy but it hurt. It hurt like hell, knowing that the two people who meant the most to you, the two people you loved the most, the two people who made you happy all the time and the two people you couldn't live without were better without you. That they found someone who was better than you, someone to replace you.

And the worst thing was that they found this person in each other. That I was the one who caused all this, simply by introducing them to each other. Something I could've avoided rather easily. Something I should have done in order to keep them.

But, of course, I didn't. I introduced them and thus laid the foundation of their friendship. The friendship that would ruin my only two friendships or at least the only friendships I really cared about. The friendships with the only people that actually meant something to me.

After a while, we would only meet up when I asked to and if we did, I would just watch them smoke or drink or do something else that was strictly against my beliefs but they somehow liked while listening to them talking about other things that didn't fit with my morals and believes.

But who was I to tell them to stop? I already did all the time but they just told me that this wouldn't stop them and just continued and if I tried ita gain, they would just leave me alone and I didn't want that. I knew that this would ruin my friendship once and for all and I didn't want that.

So I kept holding on to that small string of hope I had, that small belief that I was still important for them although I could feel it hurting me visibly. I cried a lot and so my yellow, my childhood best friend Suga, turned to my blue as well.

When I visited him, he would look at his phone, probably texting the friend he found through me instead of talking to me and when I started a conversation, he would tell me to stop talking.

I kept pretending that everything was fine although it wasn't. I just wanted to be cared for. I wanted to be enough for them and not just the second choice as I've always been. I've always given my best but nobody even noticed and I ended up with a huge inferiority complex.

What hurt even more than being in that slowly dying friendship was ending it. I knew that it was the right thing to do but I also knew that it would hurt like hell and that I didn't want to do it. Yet, I did.

After leaving me on read for almost a week, he finally told me that he still wanted to be friends. I didn't quite believe him and when I asked him why he took so long to reply, he told me that he needed to think about it first. When he said that, I knew everything I needed to know. If you still wanted to be friends with someone wasn't something you needed to think about for so long, especially, when you've known them for ten years.

From that point on, our relationship was awkward and we wouldn't interact if we didn't need to. I could tell that he didn't need me and was perfectly fine without me. I wasn't and he knew that. I loved him but he didn't. He probably never did.

Some months passed and the other friendship ended as well. Furthermore, the two started dating. I was still hurting while they lived their best lives without me. I knew that I should be happy for them and I really was but it hurt me a lot.

And when they decided to marry, I just threw the invitation card, which I out of some reason received, straight into the bin. I wasn't going to celebrate something that ruined me. Yes, I got over it but it still hurt me and I wasn't going to open an old cut again.

By now, I found new friends with whom I was really happy but I guess some people never learn and so I did the same mistake again.