The third Miya

16.

       Finally the dreaded day had come. Saturday. She still didn't know if she was going to go. She had been getting texts from Suna and her oldest brother every half an hour or so, but chose to ignore them. She definitely didn't need anymore stress in her life, but maybe this would be a good thing. Maybe. Something to get the heavy weight off of her chest. She wasn't sure if she could handle seeing them again. Meeting someone new. It scared her. She wasn't ready. However, it helped her anxiety when she started talking to Atsumu again. Maybe it would help if she saw them. Plus she could also meet Suna. Right? Would it help? What could go wrong? Everything. Literally everything could go wrong.

       But there was no harm in going. Right? This was a good thing that, maybe  she would go.

     But what if Osamu was actually mad at her, what could she do? What would she do? Could she handle that? What if she gave a bad first, not so first impression? What if. What a bad phrase. It could start so many things, cause so many things. It caused stress and anxiety. But it could also build hope and dreams. What if. What a broad statement. It was just what if, it shouldn't mean anything. What a horrible phrase. A phrase that caused anxiety to course through Kaiya's veins everyday. That she over thought about everyday. What a meaningless phrase. What if. But it was just a phrase. Just a phrase. She was going to be okay. Either way she still had Atsumu and Suna.

      "Screw it." The lanky brunette muttered as she grabbed her wallet and backpack. After quickly throwing extra clothes and necessities in. Just in case. What could go wrong? Everything. Absolutely everything. She just needed to be cautious about it. Safe about it. Safe. What a beautiful thing.

       Running out of the house Kaiya ran across the sidewalk, racing to get to the train station. She was going to Tokyo. What a bad, horrendous, stupid idea. One that had caused her stress and still is. One that could change her whole life. She was going to see her brothers again. What a dumb idea.

        Stepping onto the train Kaiya went to find a seat just as the train started moving. She was actually going to Tokyo, was she stupid. Probably, yes. Did she regret her choices. Most definitely. But she was on her way. She was going to be okay. No going back now. Kaiya took a deep breath as she tried to come herself down. However, jumped as her phone started to ring. Looking at the name and number she sighed, debating wether or not to actually pick up the phone.

      It was Atsumu, he'd live if she didn't pick up. But what if he worried about her? What if he kept phoning her. She's feel guilty, but she wanted to be done with what if's. What if. A phrase that made her life so much harder then it originally had to be. What a scary phrase , one that could change someone completely. What if.

       45 minutes pass way too soon, she was hoping for a little bit more time to actually ready herself. She was actually going to see her brothers again after years of not talking to them. She was not ready at all.

     Getting off of the train, she started to walk down the streets of Tokyo. She had no clue where she was going. No clue at all. As soon as she got to a Main Street she  saw a tall blonde male, who maybe stood at 6'1. As she walked up to him in hopes to ask for directions he suddenly turned around to look at her.

       "Hi! I'm actually not handing out autographs right now! I'm so sorry, I'm on my way to one of my games!" He smiled, and started to walk away.

       Kaiya stood frozen in confusion. "Im sorry?" She muttered. "Who are you and why would I want your autograph exactly? I just wanted directions bro." Ouch bro-zoned.

        "What do you mean you don't know me? That's new! I'm the model Kise Ryota!" He smiled while he held his hand out. "And you are?"

        "Uh Miya Kaiya." She said as she went to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you too, I guess." She said as she wiped her hand on her pants with slight discomfort covering her face. She hated men who thought they were the centre of the world. He was already too much like Oikawa for her liking.