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The next morning, you called your dad and told him about your plans to get a studio in Okinawa. He thought it was a great idea and would support you in any way he could, which you appreciated more than he could imagine.
Atsumu had never called you back but he'd sent you a few texts apologizing and telling you he'd gotten super busy. But he'd 'make it up to you' whatever that meant. You were starting to remember why you'd stopped dating and only kept to yourself. You weren't happy that it was Atsumu helping you remember this though.
After you'd gotten off the phone with your dad you were sitting with Kiki looking at empty holdings for sale in Miyakojina. You wanted a good visual idea of a space for your future studio. If you were to get one you'd most likely renovate ninety percent of it to your liking.
A knock at your door pulled you away from your laptop as you walked over to the door confused. You were expecting anybody--maybe it was Atsumu surprising you. A little part of you was hoping it was. When you open the door your mind has suddenly gone blank and your jaw has dropped open.
"Y/n! Oh good I was hoping this was the right address!" the woman in front of you who looked an awful lot like your mother had exclaimed. You could get a response out as the woman invited herself into your home and shut the door behind her. "Don't be rude, hug your mom!" the woman says, confirming her identity.
The simple confession made your stomach twist into knots and all you could do was take a step back from the woman. "This is a nice place you got here! A little messy but it's nice—" she continues talking to herself. "I found your address on this website after I saw you on a billboard for underwear—not very classy by the way," she rambles and you watch as she makes herself comfortable on your couch, scaring Koji away.
You swallow nervously as you cautiously take a step toward the woman—still keeping your distance. "What are you doing here?" you manage to get out but it's a low mumble. "Well, you're famous now! And we're family," she begins and you can already tell you don't like where she's heading with this.
"I need money," she admits shamelessly, and now you're letting your shaky fingers tap your leg anxiously. "No," you respond shaking your head. "No?" The woman repeats standing up from the couch. "I know you have money—you don't get in ads with big companies and get paid shit," she started taking steps towards.
With each step she took you backed away and listened to the nonsense she spewed. "I also know you're dating that cute blond Olympic athlete, I'm sure he'd help his mother-in-law to get in my good graces,"
"He wouldn't," you respond swiftly "Nobody wants to be in your good graces," you bite back and your mom's face contorted into a look of disgust. "What the hell is wrong with you!? You can't disrespect your mother!" she snaps and you roll your eyes.
