Atsumu heard the door to the bathroom close and hesitantly unlocked the stall door before quietly checking if anyone was in the bathroom with him.
After realizing that he was alone, he quickly walked over to the sink and washed his face, wincing as the cold water washed over the wound on his hand and rinsed the blood away.
Atsumu avoided his gaze in the mirror, afraid that what he saw would trigger another panic attack.
He closed his eyes and sighed as he noticed the blood on his shirt.
He pulled off his shirt and walked into the locker room, stuffing the bloodied material into his bag before grabbing a clean black shirt and some bandages.
He slipped on the clean shirt and carefully bandaged the wound on his hand, a ring of teeth-marks that dug deep into his skin.
He checked the time on his phone, twenty-eight minutes past three, two minutes before they finished for the day.
He grabbed his bag and walked out of the change rooms and into the gym.
Sakusa watched Atsumu walk out of the locker room with his bag over his shoulder and his head down.
"What's wrong, Miya? Can't handle me?" Sakusa shouted with a mocking tone, but froze when Atsumu stiffened slightly.
Atsumu's attention snapped towards Sakusa, whose eyes widened at the state of the blonde.
Atsumu's eyes were puffy and red as he glared at the spiker, like he had recently been crying, his hair was disheveled and his was wearing a different shirt.
Sakusa's eyes darted towards Atsumu's hand that was wrapped in a bandage, and his breath caught in his throat as he noticed the blood that soaked through the bangages.
Atsumu smiled, though it didn't reached his eyes, "I called ya Sakusa... So will ya jus' stop usin' Miya already?" He asked weakly.
Sakusa was genuinely shocked by the tone Atsumu's words as he watched the blonde walk away without turning back.
Atsumu sounded broken, dejected, in pain... And Sakusa hated it.
Sakusa was about to call out to the setter but stopped as a hand grabbed his wrist.
Sakusa ripped his arm away from whoever it was as he whipped around to face them, quickly calming down at the sight of his cousin.
Komori looked up at Sakusa with blank eyes and shook his head, "I think you did enough damage already, Kiyo..." He said as he sighed and left to follow the setter.
Sakusa blinked, what the hell had just happened? He didn't mean to make Atsumu upset, he was just teasing the blonde as the setter had him.
He didn't expect Atsumu to react that way though... He was fine, teasing Sakusa with a shit-eating grin, and then he suddenly looked like he would break down any second.
"Nice going Sakusa-san," he heard Kageyama say sarcastically from behind him, "You broke the unbreakable," he finished before he walked away as well.
Sakusa stared at the ground as the coach walked in and told everyone that they were finished for the day.
Komori ran towards Atsumu and Sakusa's dorm, knowing that the blonde would be there.
He had to make sure that Atsumu was okay.
He unlocked the door to their dorm, Sakusa having given him a spare key, and carefully stepped inside.
"Tsumu?" He asked softly.
The room was dark, but he could see the figure of the setter lying on the bottom level of the bunk-bed in the corner of the room.
Atsumu flinched at the sound of Komori's voice, there was no way that he could pretend he was asleep now.
Komori, having noticed the slight movement, slowly walked towards the bed.
"Tsumu?" He asked carefully as he reached out to touch the boy's shoulder.
Komori's eyes widened as Atsumu flinched away from his touch.
"Why are ya here?" Atsumu mumbled.
"Tsumu... I'm sorry about how Kiyo's been acting lately, I don't know what's going on with him, he's not usually like this... He's usually pretty stand-offish but he's not a complete asshole..." Komori said as he sat down next to the setter who had his back turned to the libero and his body curled up in the foetal position with his blanket clutched tightly in his hands.
"He did nothin' wrong, Komori..." Atsumu replied shakily.
"Then what happened?" Komori asked softly.
Atsumu sniffed, "I'm fuckin' useless..."
Komori's eyes widened at this statement.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Komori asked hesitantly, he'd never seen this side of Atsumu before, even though they'd been friends since that practice match they had three months back.
Komori felt the mattress shift behind him and he turned back to look at the setter.
Atsumu had sat up on the bed, his cheeks were red and his eyes were wet with tears, the small bit of light provided by the afternoon sun that managed slip through the cracks of the blinds reflected off of his skin.
Atsumu sat back against the wall, pulled his knees up to his chest and sighed, "There's nothin' to it really... I'm jus' worthless..." He said as he stared blankly at the bed sheets, "Everyone's leavin' me behind, even my own twin, an' I can't do shit 'bout it... I'm so shit at everythin'... Volleyball used to be my escape, now it's jus' a reminder that I'm a failure... I jus' wanna make Samu proud..."
Komori's eyes widened, "What do you mean?"
Atsumu scoffed and chuckled bitterly, "Don't act like ya didn't notice my sets were off, 'cause yer cousin damn-well made sure that I knew it," he answered shakily, "He could probably tell the best outta everyone..."
Komori flinched, Atsumu's sets were perfect, Sakusa told him that all the time... Sakusa had said that he'd never compliment the setter to his face though, because it would only fuel his overwhelming pride... But it was clear to Komori that the arrogance that Atsumu projected was a front, just a wall to hide the fact that Sakusa's words were just bringing the setter further and further down into his pit of self-doubt and dispair.
Komori was internally cursing his cousin at this point.
"But your sets were perfect..." Komori muttered.
"What...?"
"He told me that your sets were perfect," Komori said louder as he grabbed Atsumu's shoulders, "Your sets were perfect, Tsumu... He just didn't want to admit that."
Atsumu sat there staring at him wide-eyed in disbelief and Komori sighed before he pulled the setter into a hug.
Komori ran his hands through Atsumu's hair as the walls broke and the tears began flowing, "Why did he hafta say those things though??" Atsumu asked through sobs.
"I don't know, Tsumu... He's been acting off ever since the training camp started," Komori answered softly.
"I-it hurts, Mori... It hurts a lot..." Atsumu sobbed.
"I know it does, especially when it comes from him," Komori replied, he was just about ready to go punch his cousin in his mysophobic face.
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Not gonna lie to you, I cried while writing the last two chapters😔
My mental state has been fucked up for a while now so I'm just gonna project through my writing for a bit...
Anygays... Bye...
-CrackshotReaper
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