Overflowing (Book 3)

~Chapter Twenty~

~ Two Weeks later, Wednesday ~

The first two weeks of Daichi and I being no contact was rough...and to top it off, I don't even know if he's alright. Our friends were instructed not to update us on the others' progress, condition, or anything unless it was an emergency like we were in the hospital or something.

Last week's therapy was mostly going over ways to help cope with it and better myself. A lot of what my therapist said was what my mom and friends had said; get out more, hang out with my friends, quit smoking weed and drinking, etcetera. I haven't drank in a hot minute, which was good. Smoking weed was harder for me to quit. I just liked the feeling, I liked being high and it did help me, to a point anyway. I did, however, cut back.

"Alright, what's our progress from last week, Sugawara?" My therapist asked.

"It's getting easier. The new med dosage is helping too, which is good. No drinking, cut back on weed. Been hanging out with my friends. Kenma and I played some games the last few days. Arcades have been fun. Found a new sushi restaurant that we like too. Bokuto has been...distant. I'm not sure if he's just been annoyed with me lately or if he's going through his own shit, but I haven't asked. Even with it getting easier though, I still miss Daichi and want nothing more than to talk to him, even for a few minutes. Just hear his voice." I replied.

"You're making good progress. Any major episodes? Especially with the new dosage I wanted to check in."

"One or two, but I managed to get through them by myself. I've honestly mostly stopped going to them about my issues. They don't need to deal with it, I have a therapist for a reason, I still have that app that has the crisis line if I need it. I'm fine." I nodded.

"Is that route actually helping?" He asked.

"I mean, so far it is." I shrugged.

"Alright. Have you talked to your mom yet? You said last week the way you left wasn't exactly the best."

"I haven't. I don't know what to say."

"Let's write out a script of sorts then. What do you wanna tell her?"

"I wanna apologize, let her know things are going better." I said.

"Alright, do you just want an outline of topics you need to go over with her, or a more fledged out script?"

"Script. It'll keep me on track better and if I go off of it, I do. It's there if I need it." I said. He had me draft up some rough scripts of what I was going to say to her, and that pretty much took up the session time.

"Next week, I hope to hear that you called her and talked." My therapist said before sending me on my way. I checked out and then headed to my car. I decided to call her then and there.

"Hey, Hon. What's up?" She answered almost right away.

"I...um...I just wanted to apologize for how I left the other week. I'm sorry. I wasn't in a great mindset, but I needed to hear what you said." I said, looking down at the words on the piece of paper I had laid out on my lap.

"Honey, you don't need to apologize, I know you weren't doing well so I wasn't really surprised with how you acted. How are you doing now? Any better?" She asked.

"Yeah. My dosage got upped on my meds and it's been helping. Still haven't talked with Daichi, which hurts like hell. I'm getting through it though. Haven't drank, cut back on weed. Kuroo, Asahi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, and I have been hanging out a lot. Found some new restaurants, I have a favorite arcade now." I explained.

"What about Bokuto? He was in that group of yours, yeah?" She asked.

"He's been distant. I don't know if my issues were getting to him and pissed him off or if he's got his own shit going on, but I haven't asked and haven't bothered him. He'll come around when he's ready."

"I'm glad you see that. What about volleyball?"

"Haven't been there since the day I came over."

"I'm proud of you. You know that, right?"

"Thanks mom. You have no idea how much I appreciate you."

"I love you honey. My lunch break is just about over though, so I've gotta cut this call short. I can call you later though, if you'd like." She offered.

"If you've got time, Yeah. I'd like that." I smiled a bit.

"Oh, I always have time for you. I'll talk to you later, I love you."

"I love you too." I replied. The line went dead then. I actually felt kind of okay, surprisingly. Talking to her really helped. I started my car and headed back to the dorms.

~*~

When I got back to the dorm, Asahi Was there doing school work. He noticed me as I walked in.

"It's nice to see you smiling again, Suga." He commented.

"I talked to mom today, and it honestly helped. I'm doing OK right now." I admitted.

"That's good. I'm about done with school work, You wanna grab food somewhere? I'm starving."

"Yeah, have anything in mind?"

"Sushi?" He suggested.

"Always down, you know that." I smiled.

"Cool, lemme finish this up and we can go. Wanna see if the others Wanna join us?"

"Yeah, I'll text them." I said. I pulled out my phone and made a group chat with everyone.

/#\

Suga; Asahi and I decided to grab sushi. Anyone wanna tag along?

Bokuto; Can't. Lots of work to do.

Kuroo; I'll be over in 5

Oikawa; Iwa and I are in! We'll be over in a few.

/#\

"Everyone but Bokuto is joining. Has he talked to you? Is he mad at me?"

"Not that I'm aware, no." Asahi shrugged. Maybe Kuroo knows Something.

Soon, our friends all piled into my car and headed to our new favorite sushi place off campus. We were seated in the same seat we always end up getting.

"So, does anyone know what's up with Bokuto?" I asked.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to, Suga." Kuroo said.

"He doesn't wanna be around me, does he?"

"It's not that, he's dealing with some stuff mentally to, and being around other people who are having issues isn't helping him, so for now he's just keeping to himself. He hasn't even been hanging around me as much unless we're both just chilling in our room." Kuroo explained.

"Makes sense." I nodded. I couldn't blame him, he's doing what he needs to for his own mental health. I know that once things get better, everything will be back to normal.

Other than that, we had a great time out. Goofed off, talked, complained about school and homework, the usual. Things might actually be okay.

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