𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 - 𝐀. 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚

19

Ghost
"Omi-kun, she hasn't texted me all day. Is that bad?"

[Name] woke up to a soft glow filling the room, the sunlight streaming in through the hotel curtains. Normally, the sight of a bright, sunny day would have lifted her spirits, but today, it just didn't hit the same.

She felt adrift, her thoughts clouded by a mix of embarrassment and regret.

The memory of crying in front of Atsumu hit her with full force, and she cringed inwardly. Vulnerability was something she rarely showed, and yet she had shown it to him of all people.

Her mind raced with anxious thoughts—What if he uses it against me? What if he sees me differently now? She sighed, feeling a tightness in her chest as she sat up in the empty hotel bed.

Atsumu wasn't there, and maybe that was for the best. It gave her a moment to collect herself, to regain some sense of control.

Sliding off the bed, she walked over to her phone, which lay on the nightstand. The screen was lit up with a ton of notifications, the amount of them overwhelming.

Without even checking, she turned the screen off and headed to the bathroom. She needed to shake off this lingering sense of dread and get ready for the day.

In the shower, the hot water cascaded over her, washing away the last remnants of sleep. She brushed her teeth, feeling the minty taste settle in her mouth.

She dressed in the outfit she had carefully planned for Atsumu's next game—if he had won. But now, it felt like a wasted effort. Still, she couldn't bear to leave it unworn, so she decided it would suffice for her trip home.

As she looked up train tickets on her phone, she realized that taking public transportation could be a gamble. There was always the risk of being spotted by photographers.

The thought made her stomach twist, and she quickly decided that an expensive Uber ride would be a safer option, even if it meant paying more.

She made sure everything was packed, her movements brisk as she double-checked the room. Just as she was about to leave, she noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table.