𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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Like a magnet drawn to the sleek surface of a fridge, the ping-pong ball landed perfectly in the red cup, emitting a small splash. Kuroo suppressed a scowl at Atsumu's victorious smirk as he emptied the fizzy contents down his throat.
"What's yer relationship with Y/N, huh?"
Kuroo tossed the empty cup over his shoulder.
"We're exes."
"Ya still like her?"
"Ah-ah-ah. It's my turn."
The ball that flew from Kuroo's fingers bounced off the rim of the cup by the blond's left hand before plopping within it. Atsumu huffed in annoyance. Their multiple female onlookers cooed with awe.
"What is your relationship with her?"
Atsumu chugged the beer down in one gulp, crushing the plastic in his fist, "None of ya business."
"Now that's not a very satisfactory answer."
"Too bad."
The game continued.
"D'ya still like her?"
"First loves are hard to forget."
Atsumu was now down to two cups. One remained on Osamu and Kuroo's side. It was the grey-haired twin's turn, and he executed it flawlessly. But Osamu allowed Kuroo to speak.
