𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 || 𝗸. 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗑 ⋯ ♡ᵎ

"Why are you calling me? I don't want to speak with you."

"Why are you like this? Mitsuo, i'm your sister! You can't ignore me like this—" he ended the call, placing his phone in his pocket before lifting his head and looking at the sidewalk filled with people.

He phone started to ring again, he didn't choose to pick up, instead he went into the bar that was just around the corner. He turned off his phone, his blazer on his arm as he stepped into the lightly dimmed room. Mitsuo sat on the stool, just a seat from the other guys that were sitting in the same row as him.

"See, i'm telling you two would look nice together—"

"You're so lucky we're not in the gym right now, I would've threw that fucking ball into your face."

Mitsuo glanced over at the two guys, he could only see half of their faces since the two were wearing mask. They looked familiar, very familiar. He only order what he wanted to drink and just kept to himself.

He glanced down to the two bags that were set down next to their chairs, a small but familiar logo was on it. 'MSBY members..' he thought, taking a sip at his drink as his phone rang again, this time answering it without checking who it was from.

"Hello?"

"Hi Fujita! It's Y/n and I was just wondering what's the status for the papers right now. I know it's a bit late but I couldn't reach you any time earlier.."

"Y/n..sorry, the papers..I was going to call you tomorrow morning about them but everything's completely done." he said, the two men sitting next to him slowly turned their heads to look at Mitsuo. "Really? That's nice to hear! Sorry again for calling late."

"No you're fine. I wasn't doing much anyways." he could feel their eyes on him but chose to ignore it. "Oh okay, then i'll wait for your call tomorrow, bye Fujita!"

"Bye Y/n."

The blonde looked at him then to the man sitting next to him, their features were a bit similar except one had short curly black hair and the other had short straight black hair. One has glasses and the other just chooses not to wear them. 'Wow..same height and everything, same body type too..'

They heard him leave and once he left, the two looked at each other. "She has a type." Atsumu said as Sakusa rolled his eyes. "Do you think he was talking about Y/n?"

"Yeah? Papers, divorce papers obviously. He's probably like the lawyer dude or something." Atsumu said, bringing his mask down to take a sip from his drink. "Wait what do you mean she has a type?"

"Wow, you're really smart but deep, deep inside of that brain. You are dense."

"No but really, what do you mean?"

———

"I found a place to stay at, it's not that far."

"Oh really? House? Apartment? Condominium?" Ayame said, walking down the stairs and to the kitchen where Y/n was. "Apartment. It's close to practice too, closer then where I used to live."

"That's good! Is that what you've been doing since you got home?"

"Yes and no, i'm also making dinner. I was able to leave early so I went to the store to get some more ingredients." Y/n lifted her head up from her laptop screen and smiled at Ayame. "You're so sweet! You didn't have to though."

"No it's fine, really. I didn't mind at all."

"Well you're smiling so cutely, anything happened today?" Ayame gave Y/n a hug before getting a drink from the refrigerator. "Sakusa texted me today, he said.." and she pulled out her phone, going to the text message that she received earlier.

"Hey Y/n, I hope you're doing okay. Everyone on the team keeps talking about you, especially Miya and Bokuto. They're really annoying. Anyways, I hope we can talk more." Y/n said, reading off the screen as Ayame raised her eyebrows.

"Sakusa being sweet? This is new." Ayame laughed. "And what did you say?"

"I said.."Hi Sakusa, i'm doing great and we should definitely talk more." He didn't respond after that, he hasn't read it yet either." Y/n said, putting her phone down onto the table. "Why was your response so plain?" Ayame poked at Y/n's shoulder.

"I didn't know what else to say!"

"Say something like—" Ayame was interrupted by the ping of Y/n's phone, both looking at the device as Y/n looked to see who texted. "Who was it?" Ayame asked. "It's Sakusa."

"What'd he say?"

"He said..are you free this Saturday?"

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