Nothing Without You

The new girl

"Fuck"

As I heard Kim covering her mouth, her eyes widening in shock, I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity mingled with concern. Her reaction was so unexpected, so out of character, that it instantly piqued my interest. I turned my gaze towards her, silently questioning what had caused such a dramatic response. Her widened eyes spoke volumes, betraying a hint of disbelief and perhaps even a touch of apprehension. Whatever had just transpired at the door had clearly caught her off guard, leaving me to wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those unexpected reactions.

"Do you know her?" I inquired, my voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern, but Kimmy remained silent, her gaze fixed on the girl with the dirty blonde hair. Frustration prickled at the edges of my consciousness as I struggled to decipher her reaction.

As Kimmy hastily packed up her belongings and left without a word, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Something was definitely amiss, and her sudden departure only heightened my sense of unease.

Turning to Atsumu for answers, I found him also gazing in Kimmy's direction, his expression unreadable. The familiarity between them, born from years of friendship, hinted at a shared understanding that eluded me. Could Atsumu shed some light on the situation, or was I destined to remain in the dark, grasping at fragmented clues in search of answers?

As fate would have it, with Kimmy's sudden departure, I found myself paired with the other twin, Osamu. A surge of annoyance bubbled within me at the thought of working alongside him, his presence somehow exacerbating my frustration.

Glancing in his direction, I caught him staring at me, his gaze unwavering. Surprisingly, instead of the expected awkwardness, he offered a slight smile—a gesture that caught me off guard. Uncertain of how to respond, I averted my gaze, a mixture of confusion and reluctance swirling within me.

Osamu's enigmatic smile lingered in the back of my mind as we begrudgingly began to discuss the details of our project. Despite my initial resistance, a small part of me couldn't help but wonder what lay behind that seemingly inscrutable expression.

As I reached my locker, intent on escaping the lingering tension of the classroom, Osamu appeared beside me, his presence unexpected yet undeniable. With a sense of resignation, I turned to face him, bracing myself for whatever conversation lay ahead.

I turned to Osamu and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What?" as I glanced him over, then side-eyed him suspiciously.

As Osamu spoke, "Rude, just wondering if we could do the project at your house," I ignored him and slammed my locker shut. "So what's that, a yes or a no?" he persisted. "Whatever," I muttered, walking away. "Can I at least get your number?" he shouted, still lingering by my locker. "YOU FIND ME!" I yelled back, refusing to turn around.

After leaving our short conversation behind, I spotted Kimmy behind the school. She had a lighter and a cigarette—does she smoke or what? I continued staring at her until I felt a hand on my back.

"It's rude to meddle in others' business," I remarked, turning around to see Kuroo. "Oh, now you talk to me," I added, rolling my eyes, but my gaze remained fixed on Kimmy.

"Y/n, look, we really need to talk—" Kuroo started to say, but then abruptly stopped and pulled me away from the door. I watched as he approached Kim. Through the glass door, I couldn't hear anything, but I could see them arguing. It was unusual; I had never seen both of them so visibly angry before, even though they were siblings.

As I prepared to depart, the piercing sound of Kim's enraged screams reached me through the glass, reverberating in the hallway. A solitary tear traced its path down her cheek, a silent testimony to the depth of her anguish before she turned and hastily fled the scene.

In her wake, Kuroo remained rooted to the spot, clutching her belongings with a mixture of confusion and concern etched across his features. It was in that moment, amidst the chaos of emotions, that our eyes unexpectedly met, a connection formed in a space where it shouldn't have.

Feeling the weight of that fleeting gaze, I quickly averted my eyes, a silent agreement to respect the privacy of their turmoil. With a heavy sigh, I chose to feign ignorance and continued on my way, leaving behind the echoes of Kim's cries and the unspoken tension hanging in the air.

KIMMY POV

I couldn't bear to stay any longer; a sickening feeling churned in the pit of my stomach, urging me to escape. Hastily, I made my way to the nearest restroom, my insides feeling unsettlingly off-kilter.

As I stepped inside, my heart sank at the sight of her presence. What was she doing here? The nausea intensified, a physical manifestation of the discomfort her presence evoked in me. Unable to endure another moment in her proximity, I stumbled out of the restroom and collapsed onto a nearby bench.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my breathing labored as if a weight constricted my throat. The irrationality of my reaction bewildered me; why was I feeling this way? It was all so bizarre.

I sat there, consumed by my turmoil, for what felt like an eternity until the distant sound of footsteps jolted me back to reality. Panic gripped me at the thought of encountering her again. Without hesitation, I fled behind the school, seeking solace in the tranquil embrace of nature.

The sight of the cherry blossom trees in full bloom offered a semblance of peace, their delicate petals dancing in the gentle breeze. Amidst the beauty of the scene, I found a moment of respite, allowing the calming surroundings to soothe my troubled mind.

Three hours slipped by unnoticed, lost in the haze of my thoughts. With trembling hands, I reached for a lighter and a cigarette, finding solace in the familiar ritual of smoking—a habit that had strangely become a source of calm in recent days. However, the knowledge that my brother would disapprove loomed over me, his incessant nagging a constant reminder of his stance on smoking.

As I sat, enveloped in the tendrils of smoke, music playing softly in the background, a sudden touch jolted me from my reverie. Startled, I turned to find my brother standing behind me, his expression a mixture of concern and disappointment.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed, flinging the cigarette away in a futile attempt to hide the evidence, as if he hadn't already caught me in the act.

"What did I tell you about this?" My brother's voice was tinged with disappointment as he looked at me, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"I know, but I just... I don't know," I admitted, feeling at a loss for words. I couldn't bring myself to fabricate an excuse; lying wasn't my style, and engaging in this behavior felt foreign and out of character for me.

The mere thought of encountering her again after all these years reignited the anger within me.

"CAN YOU JUST STOP?" I screamed at him, fists clenched tightly together as I stood, confronting him face to face.

"Excuse me, are you trying to be like those annoying kids now?" He retorted, his tone mocking and dripping with sarcasm.

"Annoying?!" I exploded, unable to contain the bubbling rage within me. "You want to see something real annoying?!" With that, I hurled my books at him, the physical release doing little to quell the tangled mess of anger and sadness brewing inside me.

As our argument escalated, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, hating every moment of it. This wasn't how we used to be; we never argued like this before, and it felt all wrong. Tears welled up in my eyes, betraying the storm raging within as I looked away, unable to bear the weight of our discord any longer. Without a word, I turned and ran, desperate to escape the suffocating grip of our conflict.

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A REALLY SHORT CHAPTER BUT THIS IS JUST THE WARM UPS THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONG SO GET THE POPCORNS AND BE READY