𝙨𝙚𝙩, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠, 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙩 | 𝙖. 𝙢𝙞𝙮𝙖

12 ᡣ𐭩

warnings: nsfw 🧸

That night, as I drifted into sleep, my mind conjured a strange and unsettling dream. It started off innocent enough—Atsumu and I were walking through the school hallways, laughing and talking like we always did. The air was warm, and everything felt comfortable. But something was... off. I couldn't quite place it, but there was a tension in Atsumu's smile, like he was hiding something.

We stopped by my locker, and as I rummaged through my things, I heard faint whispers behind me. Turning around, I saw Atsumu standing with Nari. They were too close, talking in low voices that I couldn't make out. I frowned, feeling a strange pang of anxiety.

When I walked over to them, Atsumu quickly stepped back, his smile tight and strained. "Hey, uh, we were just talking about... school stuff," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze.

Nari gave me a small, almost apologetic smile before walking away without saying a word. My stomach churned, but I forced myself to smile back at Atsumu. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, babe," he said, his voice too casual, too light. "Let's get out of here."

As we walked down the hall, I couldn't shake the weird feeling in my chest. The school around us began to blur, the walls twisting and warping, and suddenly we weren't at school anymore. We were at my house. Atsumu was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but something about him felt distant, like he wasn't really there.

I sat down next to him, but he didn't look up. "Atsumu?" I called his name, but he didn't respond.

I reached out to touch his arm, but when my hand made contact with him, he faded away, dissolving like smoke. Panic surged through me. "Atsumu?!" I called out, standing up and looking around, but he was gone. The house was empty, eerily quiet.

Suddenly, I heard laughter coming from the next room—Nari's laughter. Confused and anxious, I followed the sound, my footsteps echoing loudly in the empty house. When I entered the room, I froze.

Atsumu and Nari were sitting on my bed, way too close to each other. His arm was around her, and they were laughing together like I wasn't even there. My heart sank as I watched them, feeling like a ghost in my own space.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice shaking, but they didn't even look at me. It was like I didn't exist.

"Atsumu," I called again, louder this time, stepping forward. "What are you doing?"

Finally, he turned to look at me, but his eyes were cold, completely devoid of the warmth I'd come to know. "What did you think this was?" he asked, his voice almost mocking.

I blinked, confused. "What do you mean? We... I thought we were together. You said you loved me."

He laughed—a harsh, hollow sound that sent chills down my spine. "You really believed that? God, you're so naive."

Nari didn't say anything, just looked at me with a sad, knowing smile, like she pitied me. My chest tightened as I struggled to breathe, the air in the room feeling thick and suffocating.

"This was never about you," Atsumu continued, his voice cruel and dismissive. "I was just using you to get closer to her." He gestured to Nari, who remained silent, her eyes never meeting mine.

"No, that's not true. You're lying," I said, my voice trembling as I stepped back, trying to make sense of the nightmare unfolding in front of me.

He stood up from the bed, towering over me, his expression dark. "It's always been Nari. You were just in the way."