**HIATUS** 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐞 [𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕆ℂ]

╭⋟⁸𝐀 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲⋞╯

Just a few days into making up, the boys fought again.

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Matsushita woke up in the middle of the night, jittery and hungry. He looked around the room, seeing the rest of the team snoring. The curtains were drawn closed, but he was fairly certain it was late. Running his fingers through his hair, Matsushita sat on his futon, contemplating his plan of action.

After a few more unbearable minutes, he placed his hands on the floor, slowly standing up. He tip-toed carefully around the sleeping high schoolers, reaching for his bag. He froze when he heard someone sniffle then snort, making him turn around. Yamamoto was just a noisy sleeper.

Matsushita rolled his eyes and went back to cautiously digging through his things. His hand stopped rifling when it touch the familiar cardboard box, finding it fit well in his palm. He slowly pulled out the package, opening the top. About seven cigarettes were left, which made his stomach churn. He had already wasted thirteen. Sighing quietly, he grabbed one of the smokes, sticking it past his lips and flipping back onto his futon.

He rolled the filter with his teeth, propping his leg up with his other knee. His head was resting on his cradled hands, whilst his elbows jutted out. He shook his suspended foot, clenching his jaw.

Shit, he thought. He sat up again, tugging at his oversized T-shirt. He was only in underwear, so going outside would be cold.

However, Matsushita didn't seem to care anymore. He walked back to his bag, not as cautiously as before, and grabbed the blue plastic lighter. He slid the door open, wincing every time it creaked.

After escaping the room and shutting the door successfully, he walked down the corridor, hearing his bare feet smack against the floor. He hated wearing slippers, but he had brought them along just in case.

He tossed the cloth shoes onto the ground, sliding into them before he continued his journey.

He stepped out of the house, finding himself on the dec. He leaned against the banister, running his thumb over the metal and watching a spark appear. He brought the flame to the cigarette, quickly letting go of the ignitor when the paper began to smolder. He took a long drag, feelings his nerves relax almost instantly as the nicotine rushed through his body. He exhaled, watching the smoke leaving his lips in a cloud. He coughed softly, sinking lower until his head was resting on his bicep and his arms stuck out whilst resting on the railing. He straightened his legs, his body angled. He moved his hand, putting the cigarette between his teeth again.

"What are you doing up?"

Matsushita nearly dropped his smoke, spinning around quickly. Kuroo was standing by the door, leaning against the frame. He was wearing a black T-shirt and his Nekoma sweats. His eyes were trained on Matsushita's bruised thighs, courtesy of Bokuto.

"Kuroo—why are you up?" Matsushita asked, hiding his cigarette rather poorly behind his back. Kuroo's signature grin disappeared.

"What's that smell," he murmured, glancing around. His eyes wandered down Matsushita's chest, staring at his hidden hands. "Are you—smoking?" Kuroo questioned. Matsushita clicked his tongue, smiling.

"You caught me," he replied, revealing his cigarette. He took another drag, sighing in the opposite direction so Kuroo wouldn't be hit with a puff of smoke.