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eleven

It's been a little over a month since y/n's been to Tsukishima's house. She was currently laying in bed, curled up in her blanket. This was what most of her days looked like after school since she stopped going.

She had also given up on the hope that she would be invited. Clearly she had gotten way too comfortable. Picking up her phone, she glanced at the screen with no notifications.

Tsukishima and y/n didn't text very often, but once she had stopped visiting, those messages came in even less. Akiteru would message her every now and then but he couldn't all the time due to work and whatever else was going on his life, which was understandable.

Putting the phone down, y/n contemplated getting up but it was hard to do so when the warmth of her bed was so welcoming. Eventually fighting the urge to give in, she rubbed her eyes before lifting up her upper body. Making her way downstairs, she found a note on the counter left by her dad. It read something about fetching groceries so he could have the proper ingredients to make dinner.

Y/n let out a sigh and stuffed the note in her pocket before making her way to the grocery store.

"One more item..." y/n muttered to herself. "Where is this thing?" She scanned the shelf in front of her closely. She took another step back but felt the squish of another foot underneath her heel. "I'm so sorry!"

Y/n whipped her head around to the girl who stood behind her. "Ah, no you're fin-"

They both looked at each other with widened eyes. Y/n's heart was pounding. She's not sure she could ever forget this face.

She was from that day. The day y/n found Oikawa with another girl.

"It's... you." The girl said slowly.

Y/n pursed her lips and moved her gaze to the floor. It had been a while since she thought of Oikawa, but seeing the girl in front of her made memories of the brunette flood in with too much haste. It was overpowering and overwhelming-- so much to the point that the tears that started to well up in her eyes offered no warning as they fell to the floor too easily, too quickly. She wondered why it was suddenly so easy to cry now, at the most humiliating time possible.

Her emotions couldn't be held back any more, not after remembering Oikawa, or messing up her chance to make new friends with the Tsukishimas. She had crossed boundaries and gotten lost in hogging too much of the comfort they provided.

"Tch."

The girl shook y/n out of her thoughts, causing her to look back up. She wish she hadn't though, after catching the annoyed look on her face.

"Don't do that. It's annoying to look at." She rolled her eyes.

Y/n just blinked at her. She didn't even know her name. "Are you..." wanting to ask if this girl and Oikawa were together now, she bit her cheek and tried her best to refrain from stating the question.

The girl crossed her arms with an annoyed huff. "Dating him? Why ask? Even after moving schools and removing him from your life, you're still not over him? How pathetic."

Y/n could only let out a defeated laugh and grasp her forehead. She felt a headache growing. "Yeah, I really a-"

"Y/n?"

Y/n's eyes widened the moment she heard the voice. Turning towards the direction of the voice, her heart begun to beat even faster. Oikawa was here, wearing his volleyball uniform. Now that she thought about it, the girl in front of her also wore Aoba Johsai's uniform. Were they here for a match?

Somehow, Oikawa could spot the tears on y/n's face from where he stood, at the end of the aisle. He jogged over to the two girls, and grasped y/n's shoulder with a worried look. Y/n quickly moved her gaze to the floor. It was dangerous to look him in the eyes. She'd been feeling so down these past few weeks, she had no idea if she'd do something stupid.

"Ichika. Why the hell did you make her cry?" Oikawa turned to the girl, not letting go of y/n's shoulder.

Ichika. That was her name.

"I barely did anything." Y/n could hear the pitch of Ichika's voice go up a little. "She basically started crying on her own, ask her yourself."

"Y/n..." The brunette turned back to her.

"I should go." Y/n kept her gaze down.

"Wait." He moved his grip to her wrist. "Before you go, let me say something."

Y/n didn't realize, but she'd stopped crying at one point. Her face was just stained with dried tears instead.

"I'll be here for the weekend... for a volleyball tournament. But that's besides the point...I want to see you again. Please. Come to just one game so I can talk to you."

She let out a scoff. "I refuse. You have Ichika here to watch your game, don't you?"

Oikawa used his free hand to facepalm one side of his face. "Ichika." He kept his eyes on y/n. "Can you leave us alone for a second?"

Ichika furrowed her brows. "But-"

"Please."

After not much of a struggle, Ichika let out a huff and rolled her eyes once more before walking off. Oikawa waited till she was out of the aisle before speaking again.

"I don't want you to watch the game. Show up afterwards if you want. I just want to talk to you, alone."

Y/n stared at the floor with no response.

"Unless it's better to show up at your dad's hou-"

"Don't." She sighed. "Fine. I'll go."

Oikawa let out a breath of relief. "Thank you. I'm glad." He used his free hand again to place it under y/n's chin, using his thumb to wipe her wet cheek with an apologetic smile.

Y/n didn't know how to react to his touch. She didn't want it, but it why was it so difficult to pull away? Eventually, she jerked her head away. "Don't do that here. It's embarrassing." They were in a grocery store after all. She gritted her teeth, trying to disregard the fact that they weren't afraid to be touchy in public with each other in the past. But that was the past.

The brunette slowly retracted his hand. "I'm sorry."

"I'm going now." She turned around and started to walk away.

"Yeah. I'll see you."

Y/n hadn't even acquired the ingredients her dad wanted her to fetch in the first place. The only concern on her mind was getting the hell out of there. She brought a hand to the cheek he had touched, its temperature burning.

She was fucked.

Y/n had made up her mind. There was no way she was going to that game.