~ Haikyuu one shots ~

Sakuatsu (💧)

Hope you enjoy this.

A warning for abuse in this part.
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** TW - abuse , verbal abuse - TW**

ATSUMU P.O.V
She kept shouting and screaming at me. Telling me I was a worthless, stupid child and my brother was better, nothing new. I don't blame her though. Everything she says is true. Nobody likes me, nobody wants to be around me , nobody  wants to date me , nobody wants to love me...
I was cut out of my thoughts by a door slamming. Mum had gone to her room leaving me by myself.
Osamu was staying at Suna's so I didn't have anybody to talk to. I mean I could call Omi-kun , I'm sure he wouldn't-No! I can't call him , he's probably busy. He's doesn't need me bothering him.

::: Timeskip :::

I woke up at 6:30 so I didn't have to deal with mum. She hasn't been the same since dad left. She started getting distant and abusive. I always thought she was just trying to get over dad and it would stop but it didn't stop. She got angrier and more short-tempered, I tried to be careful around her but anything I did my her kick off. I knew it wasn't her fault , she wasn't to give up on my dad, I still think she could try though.
Sometimes I see her waiting by the door waiting for him to
come back.

On my way to school I tried to call Samu but it just went straight to voicemail. It was a wet and cold November morning so all the trees look liked all their hair had been shaved and cut. As I arrived at school I saw another bus parked out volleyball bus. In bold, black writing on the side it read :     

ITACHIYAMA VBC

Crap! I totally forget we had a practise match today. At lest I get to see Omi-kun. Did I mention I had a huge crush on him, no? Well I do. He's so beautiful an strong. The way  he looks when he hits that spike makes my heart flutter. But he wouldn't want me. I'm just a loud-mouthed freak that doesn't do anything for his team.
I saw Omi-kun stretching on the court. God he looked amazing. I quickly ran to the club room and threw on my volleyball uniform. I ran onto the court and started stretching , Omi-kun's strong arms still in my mind.

::: Timeskip :::

After the match Omi-kun's team left, I wish he hadn't. I walked out the gym adjusting my scarf, that's when I saw it...
Omi-kun was kissing a boy. The boy had his brown hair tied up into a small pony. He stood on his tip toes with his arms around Omi's neck. I stood in shock. My eyes filled to the brim with tears but I refused to let them fall.
He's not your boyfriend , he's not your boyfriend , I had to remind myself that he's not mine.
It still hurt though.
All throughout the day I felt alone. People tried to talk to me but I just ignored them. Omi and the boy were still in mind. I remembered what the boy was like. He was skinny and curvy. His hair looked soft and silky. I then looked at myself. I was large , not skinny, my hair was greasy and knotted, not soft and silky like his.

I saw them again. In a cafe. Sharing a milkshake. Omi looked happy with him. This time I saw his face. The boys eyes were deep and brown. His face was sculptured just right. I don't look like that.

I saw them another time on Instagram. Omi had posted a picture of the two of smiling on a bridge. I just turned my phone off and fell asleep. Tears dripped down my face slowly as I tried to drift into sweet unconsciousness.

He doesn't want you