Part 15; Support

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I stayed home for a few days to settle back into being home. And my parents basically wouldn't leave me alone because of what happened in Miyagi. I know they love me and only want the best for me. They thought it was because of Shogo. It's not because of him. They don't want me to see him again if it is because of him.

"Y/n are you going to go see Shogo?" Mother asked while we ate our dinner. I choked. I did want to see him. I have no clue why I haven't gone to see him.

I shrugged, "Yeah maybe tomorrow," I mumbled.

She narrowed her eyes, "Y/n are you alright? Did Shogo do anything, my love?" She started to ask a bunch of questions. He didn't do anything, that's the point. He didn't answer his phone, that's what I'm upset about.

"No everything is fine Mom just wanna spend time with family before I go see him," I faked a smile quickly making sure she believed the smile. It looked like she did believe it. I hoped she did because I didn't want to deal with her worrying about my and Shogos' relationship.

I looked at my Father but he was too busy eating and reading a newspaper to even realize what me and Mother were talking about. My siblings were with my grandparents because Mother wanted to spend time with me with no kids around bothering her every minute of the day. I love my Father but he is blind and narcissistic.

I don't even know if I want to see him or the team. Kise has been checking in on me ever since he saw my 'dull eyes' which is what he calls them. He wanted to make sure I was okay. I am okay. I've been okay. Right?

[TIME SKIPPY]

I needed to see him today. Otherwise, my Mom would keep asking questions that I don't need. Kise said the team had a practice match today. Maybe I'll go see them after. But right now I'm on my way to Shogo's house. I texted his Mom last night telling her I would be coming over to surprise him. She didn't think it would be a good idea but I'm doing it anyway.

I walk to his front door and open it seeing his Mom in the kitchen bent over a recipe. I smiled and it was good to see her. She was like another mother to me.

"Hey Kia," I waved as she looked over and frowned.

She took a deep breath before saying, "He is upstairs." She paused before mumbling something under her breath, "I'm sorry."

Why is she saying sorry? I started to walk up the stairs to his room. Hearing giggling. Is he with someone? Giggling coming from another girl. I opened his door to see him cuddling a girl from school. My eyes immediately widened. I quickly slam the door shut and run down the stairs almost tripping over my own feet. I could feel the tears streaming down my face. She was right, I should have never been friends with him or even started dating him.

My feet had a mind of their own and completely ran to their practice game. I could hear his Mom yelling my name but I just kept running. I saw people leaving the gym already. The game had ended. I wiped my eyes making sure no one could tell I was crying. I opened the gym door and saw Kise and I just melted. I ran over and hugged him tightly.

"Y/n-cchi?" He said confused. I continued to bury my face into his gut. "What are you doing here?" He had so many questions to ask until he heard me sniffing. His eyes widened before he quickly asked, "What did he do?"

I wanted to answer but all I needed to do was hug him. He made me feel safe again. It made me feel better.

"What is Sawamura doing here," I hear Aomine say right next to me.

I felt Kise shrug, "I don't know but I have a feeling Haizaki has something to do with it." I could feel the anger radiating off of him. I slowly looked up and our eyes met. His eyes softened.

I sniffled, "He-H *hiccup* cheat-ed."

He looked up, looking over to Aomine. He put his arms around me I could hear him telling the guys to do something I just didn't know what. Momoi was there I know that but she was probably going to say 'I told you so' and I can't handle that. Not today not right now but right now I need support. 

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