The Art of Bad Choices | Haikyuu College (EDITING)

Forgiven

A loud knock echoed in the silent corridor. Y/N waited patiently for the door to open, but the inside of the room was quiet.

She knocked again, but the result was the same.

"Guess I'll be visiting you later." She whispered to herself. Turning back from Bokuto's door, she looked over the corridor. Her gaze fell to the door at the end and the girl started walking in that direction. When she was close, she heard soft music playing in the inside.

Clearing her throat, she knocked three times and waited for a moment. Just as she was about to knock again, the door opened, and she saw Suna's face through the split. When he saw the girl, he opened the door a little bit wider.

"Hi. Is everything okay?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. He had a black loose shirt, now a little bit crumpled, and sweats that were hanging lowly on his hips.

"Sorry if I woke you up. Do you have a minute?" The girl asked nervously.

She didn't even know how to start. Saying "I'm sorry that I've slept with you and your friend" didn't sound reasonable. Now, when she thought about it, it sounded quite stupid.

But she wanted to make everything right this time and the best way to do that was to follow Sugawara's advice. After all, he was more mature than the girl. And he was much more likely to be right.

Suna looked behind his back and it looked like he was fighting with his thoughts for a moment.

"I can come back later if you're busy." Y/N said quickly, but Suna just smiled lazily and opened the door wider.

"Nah, you sound like it's something important." He motioned the girl to come into the room. There she saw Osamu sitting casually on the bed. He waved to the girl in a short greeting, which she mirrored. "I hope you don't mind that Samu's here." Suna added before sitting by the desk. He took a black grinder with gold elements out of the drawer and tipped a little bit of weed to a sheet torn out of a notebook.

"No, it's actually better that he's here. I had something to tell you. Both of you." She gazed at Osamu, who looked more than confused at her words. Trying to calm herself down, she took a long breath in. "I wanted to apologize."

This time even Suna broke away from rolling the blunt and looked at the girl with a frown. "What are you apologizing for? Did you do something bad?"

She sensed a slight tension from Osamu, who watched her attentively. He didn't say anything, making the girl even more nervous.

Explaining the situation was much worse than being yelled at.

"I did." She said, making both men look at her cautiously. With heart beating almost out of her chest, she continued. "I know that you guys talked about me when I moved in here. I mean, it wasn't hard to figure out the intentions of... well, some people." Osamu smiled bitterly, thinking about his brother. He already heard Atsumu complaining about Y/N to him, but now he could finally hear the other side of the story.

"At that time, I asked Terushima about the situation and he told me everything." Y/N continued, making both men look at each other with unreadable expressions. "He told me who was going to 'compete' over me and we both thought about the plan to get a little revenge on them. It's not even important what we came up with, because I kinda ruined it." The girl swallowed, feeling like her throat was getting more and more dry with every second while she was talking. She was sure that Suna and Osamu would understand, but their looks alone made her realize that it was not a sure thing.

"I slept with both of you because I thought that it would make others angry." She ended slowly, almost automatically.

The room fell quiet, maybe except for the soft music that was still playing in the background. Y/N was watching the floor before her feet, too afraid to look at either Suna or Osamu. Her eyes started watering, but she swallowed back the hard pile in her throat that made her teary. She almost jumped when she heard Suna clearing his throat before speaking.