You were surprised when the light from the sun started peaking into your room, you hadn't slept a wink the entire night. You could feel the physical exhaustion on your body as you dragged yourself out of bed and the second you looked in the mirror you knew it was obvious that you didn't sleep by the dark circles under your eyes.
There was not much you could do to make yourself look presentable for school, even after taking a shower you still looked bad. But you weren't too concerned about what you looked like, you were more distracted about what sort of interactions you were going to have today.
What was Kayo going to say? Would she even talk to you? Was she even going to show up to school?
You just didn't know what to expect with Kayo. She was really hurt and upset by everything that had gone down last night. You hadn't actually expected her to react all that badly to the news if you were being honest. But you had a feeling that the worst part to her was that neither of you trusted telling her the news.
You tried to put yourself in her shoes for a moment. If Kayo and Isamu had been secretly going out behind your back how would you feel? You didn't like that the answer was pretty crappy. The fact was that you wouldn't actually mind the two of them going out, you just didn't like the idea of not knowing about it.
You weren't even sure if you were supposed to be the one to initiate a conversation with Kayo or if you were supposed to just let her come to you when she was ready. What was the standard for this type of situation? Unfortunately this situation was nowhere near standard.
For now you just had to stop stressing yourself out over this and just find out for yourself how badly you messed things up with your best friend.
But trying to relax yourself about Kayo only made you begin to stress about Yaku. There were countless moments last night when you tried typing up something to send him but you just couldn't bring yourself to hit the send button. So you hadn't said a word to him about anything.
You didn't know where the two of you stood after that. Were you two still together after that? Could you two even keep seeing each other? How could you after hurting Kayo like that?
You took a few long deep breaths to calm yourself before finally changing into your school uniform and packing up your bag. When you got downstairs Isamu was already gone, you figured he had a basketball practice.
Before leaving the house you grabbed a granola bar since you could feel how hungry you were after being up all night but you didn't have the time to actually sit down and eat a full breakfast.
You could tell how much later you were than normal when you got outside and Kenma and Kuroo were already leaving Kenma's house on their way over to your place to pick you up. Kuroo smiled when he saw you and Kenma gave you a little wave.
Maybe it was because you were still so emotional from the night before. Or maybe because you were so stressed about everything that was going to happen today. Or maybe it was because Kenma and Kuroo had always been a source of stability in your life. But the second you saw them you broke into tears.
Kuroo's smile immediately faded as he ran over to you and Kenma's face clearly furrowed in worry as he turned off his phone and slide it into his pocket, following behind Kuroo to get closer to you.
"Are you okay y/n? What happened?" Kuroo asked, immediately wrapping both arms around you to pull you into a tight hug.
You just shook your head as you began to sob harder. Even though his embrace was comforting it only made you lose even more control over your emotions.
"I think I fucked up really bad." you whispered, burying your face into his chest.
"Hey hey you're okay. Whatever you did we can fix it." Kuroo replied in clear concern. His voice was softer and more soothing than normal. It was often that you cried even in front of them so to them this must have been sudden.
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Complicated ~ Nekoma
Fanfictionx reader You have spent your high school days at Nekoma surrounded by your close friends who just so happen to be volleyball losers. You expect that your second year of school will be just like the last one with countless days of stupid goofing arou...