𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄| 𝐊. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

Chapter 11: Coffee and Trying

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The two sat across from each other, each holding onto a mug of American coffee unsure what to say. "How has Nekoma been for you?" he asked her timidly. "It's been good actually. I do miss Shiratoraizawa though, everything was so much more convenient." 

"Yeah the facilities are definitely more welcoming.." she  took a sip of her coffee. "Has making friends been going well for you?" 

"Yeah it has, Kuroo's team is very nice, other people seem to like me too." relief lifted off of his chest, he knew she was in good hands. He hasn't met Kuroo many times but he knew the stories. The only people he trusted to take care of her was her mother, himself, and Kuroo. He wasn't too keen on their team, he has seen them in competitions before and they just haven't been his type of people. That didn't matter though, her happiness over his. 

"I see, you have always been good at making friends with people, it's good to her your social life has been active." he also took a sip of coffee. "I saw those posts and heard what people are saying Jima... I'm really sorry."  his body shifted upright, and cleared his throat.

"People just don't know, it's on me for not letting them know." 

She set down her cup in urgency, "Jima, it is not your fault that people are mocking you and spreading rumors. But it can be helped if you do tell them the truth..." Ushijima let out a loud sigh, "How can I tell people that my family isn't some rich group of elites and that we're actually low middle-class farmers? You know that would change everything."

"Then don't let it change everything."

Her volume raised as she became more and more passionate about how to help him, "Don't let the truth be the one thing that changes your life for the worst. Don't just let people think what they want, let them know what is real and what is an instagram post."

His eyes widened. The very obvious advice that he needed was just laid out for him.

Yet again, he wasn't wrong, she would know what to say.

"If I do, nothing will be the same.."

Her hand reached out to hold his much larger one, "Jima... everything changed the moment I arrived and the moment I left. One more won't break you." His agape mouth turned into a small smile.

"Thank you y/n, truly." she smiles back, "Always." their hands were still held and their eyes were still locked.

"Hey I've been meaning to ask you," he paused in hesitation "Go ahead Jima!" 

"Did someone say something to you? Give you any problems?" 

Oh.

You knew what this was about. "Yeah but- I rather not talk about it..."

"Someone did? Who?" the smile she wore was gone by the time the words left his mouth. "I don't know who it was.."

"So it was just some random stranger who said what to you??" She pulled her hand away from his and he recollected himself, "I don't want to talk about it, it wasn't even that bad-" "Regardless of how 'bad ' it was, it's still not in any means okay t-"

"I said I didn't want to talk about it. Let it go Jima."

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