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

╭⋟¹⁰𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬⋞╯

"Hey."

Matsushita looked up, sparing Kuroo a brief glance before returning to packing up his things.

"Matsushita." Kuroo tried to get his attention.

"What?" Matsushita asked, rolling up his futon. Kuroo rubbed his neck, a nervous habit of his. He looked around the room, leaning down.

"Last night," he murmured, making Matsushita move away from the sudden closeness.

"Yeah?" Matsushita's eyes were trained on his bag, his fingers deftly pushing his things into his duffle. He could feel Kuroo's stare.

"What happened?" He question. Matsushita sighed, facing Kuroo.

"Nothing. Nothing happened. It was just sex." Matsushita rolled his eyes when he saw Kuroo look around frantically, fearing someone had heard Matsushita's words.

"Don't lie to me." Kuroo narrowed his eyes. "Something was up. So what was it?"

Matsushita ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes.

"Look, obviously you're still interested in me. But seriously, don't you know not to read into things? It'll only bother you more." Matsushita slung the duffle over his shoulder, smiling. "So don't worry about it."

Matsushita walked past Kuroo, and headed outside. Nekomata and Naoi were waiting by the door to sign kids out. Matsushita scribbled his name on the paper, slamming the pen down a little harder than necessary. He offered his coaches a smile before he started his way home.

Matsushita enjoyed walking the streets of Tokyo. Sure they could be crowded and dirty, but it was the busy life he loved.

However his legs were tired, and his mind was exhausted. Every time he relaxed, all he could think about was the night before.

How he foolishly begged.

And how Kuroo gave in. Just like he expected.

It was twisted, really. How easy Matsushita found it to manipulate those without a second thought.

Matsushita laughed to himself without humor.

Nowadays, it seemed he always needed a distraction.

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After what felt like an hour long shower, Matsushita towel dried and flipped onto his futon, grabbing a manga volume off his makeshift shelf. The smell of Windex burned his nose as he relaxed against his pillow, flipping through the comic.

Unfortunately for Matsushita, the A/C had broken and he was already starting to sweat again.

Should I buy some ice cream? He wondered. He glanced at the small alarm clock on his desk and squinted to read the hands. Lucky for him, pay day was the day before the training camp, and he was able to save up the leftover money from his rent.

He stood up, shaking his head to clear his dizzy vision before he left his room. He fanned himself weakly as sweat pebbled his forehead. He glanced around the messy flat, grabbing a fresh tank top and a pair of shorts, pulling on the clothes. He reached the door, stumbling a bit as he slipped into a pair of shoes and grabbing his phone, walking out the door.

He stepped into the summer heat, using his hand to shield his eyes from the burning light.

He reached the corner store, stepping into the cold building, the smell of seaweed snacks and dried squid reaching his nose.