-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 sixty one: ramus olivae
"You aren't going anywhere, my friend. Now just give me those and talk. Fast."
The man's eyes narrow as he holds out the sharp end of the scissors to you, still deciding what to do next.
"You're gonna seriously kill me after I just helped you? You know we can just go after you in the bus and run ya over, right?" you chuckle slightly. "Come on. Think this out rationally. What happened in the bus that made you freak out?"
"Shit," he mutters to himself as he drops his shoulders and places the scissors in your hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't kill your friend, by the way. He told me that he was an ex-convict and I got worried 'cause I've ran into a few other criminals since the outage and I didn't know what I was getting myself into. But you're right. You helped me. I'm sorry, uh..."
"Y/N," you smile at him. "And yours?"
"Sakusa," he replies politely as he maintains eye contact with you.
"Like, Sakusa Kiyoomi?" you ask, thinking the name sounds familiar though you aren't sure where you remember it from.
"Yeah. How'd you know my name?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. Maybe I read it in the Seiyu when I was looking through all the prescriptions. Do you live nearby?" you ask, trying to pinpoint where you remember him from.
"Well I-" he begins before Osamu calls the two of you over from the bus.
"Y/N, I need some serious help in here! Hinata's gushing blood. It's like fucking Niagara Falls in here!" he shouts.
"Shit, I've gotta go help," you think aloud as you rush toward the bus. However, at the same time, it hits you. Atsumu's letter. Sakusa was the man with the old 2056 Barracuda like the one in Fast & Furious 22!
And you're sure about this because you can remember Atsumu's description of the man. "He wore a black mask and made sure to keep his distance from me."
When you get over to Osamu, he begins saying something to you but all that runs through your mind is Atsumu's old story about how he fixed up Sakusa's car just well enough so he'd be safe to drive him, but he'd still need to return within the next week or two.
"Y/N, are you listening to me?" Osamu then sighs as he claps his hands in front of your face until you finally gaze back at him, the glossy look in your eyes immediately disappearing. "Where'd you go?"
"Nowhere. Nowhere, I'm here. What did you say again?" you ask dreamily.
"I asked where the fuck this guy thought he was goin'. Did you get the scissors back?" he asks as he eyes Sakusa up and down still suspicious of him.
"Yeah, I got 'em," you nod still sleepily as you hand over the scissors. "He was just scared, is all. Just like you when we first met."
"Do you really think the guy with the gun to your head was scared? C'mon," he scoffs as he attempts to hide his eyes by looking down at the pair of metal scissors in his hand.
"Yeah, I do... which reminds me-" you begin to say to the pair of them before Osamu turns back to the bus and walks inside.
"Guess he's not ready to have a conversation yet," Sakusa sighs as he shakes his head.
"Doesn't matter, 'cause I am. You know, Samu's surname is Miya," you prompt, wondering if that'll help Sakusa remember his past.
"Why should I-" he begins just before his eyes widen. "Osamu Miya?"
"Mhm. I met him in a similar situation to yours, actually. That's why I brought up the whole guy with a gun thing before. It was like you with the scissors, but he had a-"
"I get it," he interrupts. "You don't need to explain it to me five times."
"Sorry," you whisper as you look away from him.
"Osamu doesn't happen to be related to a man named Atsumu, does he?" he then asks hopefully.
You sigh as you walk towards the small gas station and sit down on the curb just outside. For a moment, when he first told you he knew Atsumu, you were happy. It'd have been another way to connect with your friend and a new person in this messed up society. But now you're beginning to realize that meeting Sakusa isn't a good thing. All you'll be doing by telling him the truth is hurting- not helping. The opposite of the reason that you stayed.
But maybe not always helping is okay, too.
These conflicting feelings mess with your head as Sakusa sits beside you. Not directly next to you where your shoulders would be touching. More like about arm's length apart as if we're two strangers waiting for the same bus to pick us up. Which is ironic, because, well, we kind of are.
"I'm assuming that since his brother is around and you're avoiding my question, Atsumu isn't here," he softly states.
"You guessed it," you nod. "But the reason why he's not here, the how it all happened, is what makes me sick to my stomach. Atsumu was a good man. He told me all about you, ya know. He cared about you a lot. And I... killed him."
Sakusa's head cracks as he whips it around to look at you in disbelief. The two of you maintain the uncomfortable eye contact for a moment until Sakusa sighs and looks away.
"This place is fucked up, you know," he shakes his head.
"This place and the people in it," you correct him. "I didn't want to do it, Sakusa. I cared about him, too," you explain as your eyes begin to swell up and your vision blurs.
You then explain the situation with Tsukishima and how everyone in your group pointed fingers at each other. You tell him about how Atsumu thought he knew, but wasn't sure, even though you found out later he was right.
"He shot himself right in front of me," you sob as you relive the moment of watching his blood pool around your feet and how you stumbled back in disbelief. "And I didn't do anything to help him."
"You know, when I first met Atsumu I thought he was just your typical car mechanic. Then, after he fixed my car and I ended up goin' back to see him every other week, I knew he was just fucking with me. Despite it, I kept asking him to come back around 'cause he held a good conversation and honestly, handsome as well..."
"I ended up moving in with him not because he fixed my car every other week and I relied on him so heavily, but because I fell in love with the man I got to see so often. He was doing a shit job, but he was also so nice to come home to."
Sakusa then stands up and holds out his hand to you, offering to help you up. "You didn't do nothing, Y/N. You did all you could. I'm going to go talk to Osamu and apologize for running off. Want to come with?"
"Well it is my bus," you smirk softly as you take his hand in yours. "So I guess I'll tag along."
