My Big Ball of Gas

Chapter 8

Where do you guys want to go after lunch?" Aran-san asks us.

"Oh, oh, oh! There's so many things I want to see!" Tendou-san exclaims, squirming in his seat.

"Have fun without me," I sigh, wiping away a fake tear away.

"We will," Semi-san shrugs.

"Tch, at least pretend to miss me," I scold jokingly.

"I know a few good places to eat that we should go to," Osamu-san says.

"Do you ever not think of food?" groans Atsumu-san.

"We just ate, so I don't think we'll have the stomach for more food either," points out Shirabu-san.

"Suit yourself," shrugs Osamu-san, taking another bite of his onigiri.

When everyone got back to the dorms, we all gathered into the cafeteria (me limping there with Shirabu-san's help) for lunch before the Inarizaki team showed us around town.

"Don't forget to bring back souvenirs," I sigh, poking at my food disappointingly.

"You know, we have crutches that you could use," informs Suna-san.

"Now you tell me?!" I gasp, turning my head quickly to stare at Suna-san, who just shrugs. "This...this is great news! I can tour the city with you all!" I squeal excitedly, "Quick, where are the crutches?"

"They're back in the gym in the storage room," says Suna-san.

"I'll go get them!" exclaims Goshiki-san, bursting out of his seat.

"Do you know where in the storage room?" I ask Goshiki-san.

Goshiki-san looks away and shakes his head awkwardly.

"I'll go get it," Atsumu-san says, standing up, "It'll be faster since I know where they are."

I look at Atsumu-san wide eyed. Osamu-san, surprisingly, did the same.

"Don't give me that look," grunts Atsumu-san, "Like I said, I'm not a total dick."

"Well then...I guess there is hope for you," I shrug.

"Don't make me sit back down," warns Atsumu-san, leaving the cafeteria.

"I don't think I've ever seen him do something like that before," Aran-san says, wide eyed.

"Well, glad to know it not only me he's not nice too," I groan.

"It's not that," Kita-san shakes his head, "He doesn't really do things for others. It's not that he's self-serving, more like...he doesn't want someone to get the wrong idea."

"Huh, that's weird. Who would get the wrong idea?" I ask.

"You'd be surprised by the number of people who do," grumbles Osamu-san.

Though I had no idea what they were talking about, I felt like I was getting some sort of glimpse into Atsumu-san's past...

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"I'm back!" Atsumu-san announces, throwing the door open with a loud bang.

"Oh my Jesus," I yelp, almost jumping out of my chair, "That scared the hell outta me."

"Bleh," Atsumu-san sticks his tongue out at me as he hands me the crutches.

"Brat," I roll my eyes.

I eagerly take the crutches from him. I stand up on one foot and slide the crutches under.