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May 6, 2025 — Atsumu PoV
When my mom called me about Gran, I was at practice. I had missed the first two calls and called her back as soon as I got the chance. To say the least, holding my composure in front of my teammates was hard. I couldn't get through the rest of practice without being teary-eyed. At some point, I had just told the coach what happened and he let me leave for the day.
As soon as I got to my car in the parking lot I finally started crying. My head had dropped onto the wheel and I squeezed my eyes shut trying to prevent any tears from falling. It was a failed attempt and a pathetic one at that. When it finally cooled down I'd made the rash decision to drive to Hyogo the same day.
I didn't stop at my apartment to pick anything up—-I had already wasted so much time sitting in the car crying. There was no point in waiting anymore.
The entire drive home I either blamed myself for not being there or my mind wandered far off and I started thinking about Y/n. I don't know why she was crossing my mind now—I shouldn't be thinking about her.
This is the wrong time—besides she wasn't wasting her time thinking about me why would I do the same? Or maybe she was, I'd never know. Maybe she's thinking about me right now, maybe—no.
"Atsumu you're pathetic," I mutter under my breath as I turn at the final exit getting closer to Hyogo.
When I finally get to my parent's house and get inside I practically collapse in my mother's arms—breaking down yet again. "I should've been here—-I'm sorry Ma," I apologize through choked sobs. She rubs my back and tells me it's okay but I don't believe her. "She went peacefully sweetie," she says and I can only hope it's true.
When I raise my head to glance at my mom ask her, "Where's Samu?"
"He opened his Tokyo location today—he won't be able to get here until later in the night," she replies and I just nod mindlessly at her words. "Do you want some water?" she asks and I shake my head before heading into the living room and sitting on the couch.
I think she's still talking to me but I don't comprehend a single word. I just stare off into space and think about what Gran's final moments were. How they could've been different if I was here. What she would have said to me maybe.
I just couldn't believe she was gone. I spoke to her just a week ago on the phone and she sounded perfectly fine to me. Sure she sounded a little agitated because we'd had the same conversation we usually had every other time we called.
