-Haikyuu! but I don't tell you the love interest.
-After a power surge caused all electricity to go out, criminals from prisons all over the country escaped. The world as you knew it was obliterated. All chance of civilized living was gone. The word...
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chapter twenty two: diaethria clymena eruca
ATSUMU'S P.O.V.
Back when life was normal, I was an automobile mechanic. I owned the shop, lived in the apartment above, and spent most of my time fixing similar cars with similar issues. I didn't have a problem with it, I enjoyed my life, especially when I first met Kiyoomi. He had come in with his black 2056 Plymouth Barracuda like the one in Fast & Furious 22. I could go on and on about how it's made up like a 50s AAR 'Cuda that's prized because of its rarity, but I'll just leave that story for another time.
Anyway, my jaw was to the floor when I first saw this car roll into the shop, but it somehow dropped even further when I saw Kiyoomi Sakusa step out. Though he wore a black mask and made sure to keep his distance from me, I decided that I wasn't going to let him leave without my number.
So, I did what any other sane person would do, I made sure to fix his car just enough so he'd be safe to drive home, but that he'd need to return within the next week or two.
Because of my wonderful plan, Kiyoomi did return the following week. I gave him my personal number in case anything was to ever go wrong again and unfortunately enough, it did. Thank god he knew nothing about cars so I was able to make up the excuse that 50s vehicles were just built horrifically.
After some time, Kiyoomi started to warm up to me as his personal car fixer. He was less worried about keeping his distance and more worried about whatever the hell was going wrong with his car. But that's when I realized it was the perfect time to strike.
One evening, I was at Kiyoomi's house fixing his car that couldn't even leave the driveway when he offered me inside. Obviously, I agreed, and then obviously one thing led to another.
The following week, after messaging over more than his 'Cuda, I asked him out. The two of us started hanging out more and more often. However, it began to make me feel a bit anxious. I never told him, out of fear of his reaction, about the true nature of my auto repair shop. The reason why I was so good at messing up his car was because it's what I did every day. I'd mess up a few cars that came into the shop and tell their owners that their cars were beyond repair. They'd sell 'em to me and I'd sell them to somebody else after fixing them just enough that they should run smoothly enough for a decent amount of time.
Anyway, I sold one of these shitty cars to a lawyer, claiming that it was practically new. We shook on it and he bought the car, which put a wave of relief over my shoulders. However, one night as I'm sitting in my apartment above the shop with Kiyoomi, I hear a car race down the street and pull up just outside the shop. I look down from my window and see the lawyer on his phone standing outside the crappy car I sold him.
Mere minutes later, police arrived. Apparently, this lawyer was helping his sister, some detective who was after me. Anyway, about four police cars showed up and banged on my door.
"What's going on?" Kiyoomi asks as he watches the red and blue lights shine into the apartment.
"I, uh, I don't know," I lie as I frantically rush around my house to find a backpack I can throw a few belongings in. I had no intention of going to prison.
"You should answer the door," Kiyoomi suggests, but I only ignore him. That was probably the worst decision I could have made because the next time I glance over at him, he's got the door wide open and allowing the detective inside.
"Shit," I mutter to myself as I toss my backpack away and attempt to calmly walk toward the two of them. "How can I help you, officer?" I ask.
"Detective Brielle Moreau," she corrects me. "I'm here for the arrest of Mr. Atsumu Miya."
"Under what charge?" Kiyoomi asks, making my heart sink to the floor.
"Under the several charges of fraud and misrepresentation of multiple cars," Detective Moreau insists.
Kiyoomi looks over at me with his curious eyes that make my heart absolutely shatter. The last thing I'd ever want is to be taken away to jail, but there's no way out of this. Even if there was, I'd never be able to see Kiyoomi again. He'd probably never forgive me either. Especially after the way I wrecked his 'Cuda over several times.
"I'm Atsumu Miya," I say with a sigh as I step toward the detective. I hold out my hands to her, my eyes glued to the ground. "Do what you must."
"Mr. Atsumu Miya, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" the detective says as she throws handcuffs around me.
"Yes," I nod as I let her drag me off. Not once do I look over at Kiyoomi. How could I? I know it seems selfish but I just couldn't face him again after that.
Once I was dragged off to jail, Kiyoomi tried to get in contact with me. He'd even send me money and letters, but I'd always return them. I didn't think it was right for me to take even more away from him.
In jail, I met some new faces. We all got along for awhile, and even came up with a name for ourselves! But once the jailbreak started, it was every man for himself. We tried to make it work for some time until a fight broke out between me and another member. We both ended up in bad shape but we walked away and started to create new lives for ourselves.
After all of that, I happened to run into a guy I used to know back in my high school days. The two of us worked together to steer clear of more trouble and for some time we did well until my little brother came to collect me.
I never saw Kiyoomi again, but I'm pretty sure that's for the best. I have no idea what I'd ever say to him if I saw him again.
And that, Y/N, is the end of my story. I don't really plan on telling you any of this unless something happens to me. I know you'll be the one to clean up my things which is why I've placed this letter in the box of my shoulder brace.
If you ever do read this, please remember that my brother and I do try to be good people. It may not always look that way, but I promise I did try.
One more thing. There's someone amongst you who isn't who they say they are. I don't want to give them away because, at one point, they were my friend. I hope they'll do the right thing and fess up. But if they don't, be careful.
And if you ever see Kiyoomi, give him my regards, okay?
-Atsumu
THIRD PERSON P.O.V.
Atsumu rolls up his long letter to Y/N and stuffs it down into the bottom of the box that Y/N gave him for his shoulder brace. He then slides it under the couch and sits right above it. With a sigh, he wonders if there really will be a time when Y/N reads it.
He knows that if Y/N ever does read it, she'll be in a lot more trouble than she's ever realized.
