Operation MSBY.

[-nineteen-]

his house wasn't that far of a walk, though he could've driven. his breathing pace increased as he got closer to the faux blond's door. many questions clouded his mind, but only one was really beating him up inside. is he even gonna open the door? 

only one way to find out.

he rang the doorbell and shoved his hands in his coat pockets and waited. it was cold, and his heart beats got faster. a minute had passed, and still no one opened the door. maybe he couldn't hear it. he knocked again, but louder this time. a few moments later, and they obsidian-eyed ace jumped at the sound of dull footsteps, but it wasn't coming from in the house. kiyoomi turned around slowly, only to see him. he was pale and had bags under his eyes. his nose, cheeks, and ears were colored with red. his mouth hidden under a blue scarf that a certain owl gave him for his 22nd birthday.

he looked sad. i....i want to hug him. i want to tell him i'm sorry. i want him to believe that i'm sorry.

"what do ya need, sakusa-kun?"

sakusa-kun... that name echoed within his ears. he felt pain. he felt so much pain in his heart, much to the point of wanting to rip it out of his chest. but, it is his name, right? he should be okay with being called that, right...?

no. that's not his name, according to atsumu. 

his name is omi. it's always been since he first met the twin. ever since the beginning. it's always been omi. sometimes repeated [omi omi], sometimes adding a label, much to an annoyance, that atsumu would tease sakusa for being younger than him [omi-kun].

boy, does he miss that nickname. he wanted to hear it come out of atsumu's mouth, at least one more time.

"tsumu,  i—"

"if you're here t' "apologize," then you should leave. 'scuse me."

he walked past sakusa, not giving him a second glance. he grabbed his keys from out of the pocket to unlock and open the door.

"atsumu—"

"g'night, 'kusa-kun."

and with that, he gently closed the door, leaving a sad spiker outside in the cold. the said spiker felt devastated. he felt a tear roll down his blushed cheek. poor, poor sakusa kiyoomi. 

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[04.22.2023]

- cemeterial loser