𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 // 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀

30

Y/N POV

that night i laid in bed, thinking about her words.

"aw you call her sweetheart? remember when you used to call me that?"

"don't you know? everything he did with you, he used to do with me"

"i don't care. i'll be taking back what's rightfully mine."

did she really mean that? i mean after all i guess they did date for three years. of course he called her everything he called me, she was his first girlfriend, and i'm, the rebound?

was i a rebound? it would make sense i guess if i was. three years of dating and then suddenly you're single for a year. can you get over someone like that in a year?

i didn't want to think i was a rebound but how could i not. after this girl whose gorgeous but has an absolutely terrible fucking personality comes in here and acts like she's fucking crazy. but the thing that worries me most is, what if he takes her back?

he loved her for three years. what if his feelings come back after seeing how hard she's fighting for him?

my thoughts disappeared and i realized i was crying. i wiped my tears and heard my phone buzz. i reached around the bed and looked at the person who was calling.

phone call

atsumu
hey sweetheart did i wake you?
i know it's late

y/n
hey. you didn't wake me up
i'm fine

atsumu
have you been crying?

y/n
no why

atsumu
you sound congested and
you keep sniffling

y/n
sorry. it's just allergies

atsumu
y/n you don't have any
allergies. is this about kazuna?

y/n
maybe

atsumu
why are you upset? talk to me

y/n
i don't know. i guess her words
kind of just got to me. is what she
said really true?

atsumu
there is some truth to what
she said.

y/n
oh.

atsumu
i did call her sweetheart time to time,
and yes some things we do together
i did with her. but we were dating for
three years, y/n. of course we did those
things.

y/n
okay...

atsumu
but that doesn't matter to me
anymore. she doesn't matter to me
anymore. you matter to me. please
don't overthink about her. i love you
and only you and that will never change

y/n
okay. i love you too

atsumu
can i pick you up from ur 2pm tmr?
i wanna see you before practice

y/n
okay. only if you bring me
a donut though

atsumu
you got it my love. you should
go to sleep now, you must be
tired.

y/n
okay, goodnight i love you.

atsumu
goodnight love. i love you more.

the next morning i woke up to calls from my mom and my dad, and a bunch of notifications on my social media. i pressed the call button and my mother instantly responded.

"who is this girl and why is she being crazy" my mom said. "if i knew who she was i would tell you! all i know is that she's atsumu's crazy ass ex girlfriend who has some personal vendetta against me" i groaned, covering my face with my blanket.

"you're lucky everyone including the media is taking your side. but i can't help but wonder if this is her plan" i overheard my dad say. "huh? what do you mean?" i asked, taking the blanket off. "what if this is all a plan to make herself famous? your mother and i did some digging and it seems like the only reason why she went to the states is to go to some bad community college is because she couldn't get into a university in japan"

"huh. that's... interesting" i muttered. "what should i do about this then?" i asked. "just don't give her the reaction and fame she wants. don't post anything shady and maybe stay low with atsumu until this thing blows over. we'll see about getting you a pr team" my mom said.

"aw man, i love posting shady shit" i sighed. "if you're gonna do it make it so subtle people have to squint to find a deeper meaning" my mom sighed. "okay, okay, i'll figure it out" i said. "bye, y/n, we love you" my dad said.

"bye love you too" i said before hanging up.

i got ready for the day and did some more homework before heading to my economics class.

per usual, the professor just talked off of a slideshow and students took notes. this class was always boring because the professor was old and hadn't really changed their teaching style. but if it works it works.

after class ended, i packed up my things and walked out the door expecting to see atsumu. but i didn't. i checked my phone to see if he was running late, but there was no text. instead i decided to text him.

tsumu <3

4:00pm

hey, just got out of class
r u on ur way?
delivered

4:15

r u still coming?
delivered

4:30

it's been 30 minutes

hope ur okay

i'm going home.
delivered

that evening i went home alone and didn't hear from atsumu for the rest of the night.

this didn't help my overthinking at all.

Dreams
"but with eyes shut it's
you i'm thinking of"

a/n
this is js the start of the angst 😈