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THE RECENT INTERACTIONS you'vehad with Osamu were painfully short and awkward. It's no surprise. Nationals ended a week ago, so the Miya brothers are back at school. You hate dealing with confrontation, and you've been trying to avoid them as much as possible. Thankfully, it's not hard to since they're always in the spotlight. You hide in their shadows, and you've come to accept that.
You climb up the last flight of stairs and reach the rooftop. It's a restricted area, but after the first day of school, Atsumu taught you how to pick the lock with a paper clip.
As you open the door, you're immediately welcomed by a strong wind blowing against you. Shuddering, you decide to sit down and eat your lunch here. It's better than worrying constantly and fumbling for words when talking with Osamu. You munch on the sandwich that your mom packed for you and scroll through social media on your phone. There's a photo of you, Atsumu, and Osamu eating at your favorite bakery on your page. Your heart swells remembering how happy you were that day, eating all the sweets and not having a care in the world.
"There you are."
You flinch after hearing a familiar voice. Your eyes dart away from the phone screen. Atsumu waves. With a lazy grin, he walks towards you and leans against the railing.
"What are ya doing out here?" Atsumu questions, blankly looking out into the distance. He licks his chapped lips. The coldness of the asphalt seeps through the thin fabric of your stockings, so you get up and stand beside Atsumu. White wisps stretch throughout the sky, and students resemble ants from how high up you two are. You shrug and reply, "I could be asking you the same thing."
He turns his head to you. You raise a brow, and Atsumu sticks out his tongue.
"I asked ya first."
You snort. Atsumu reminds you of an overgrown man-child, but maybe that's part of his charm. You wonder how he's such a walking contradiction, somehow so carefree yet so intense. He stuffs his hands into his pockets. You let out a sigh and notice the visible cloud that your breath makes on contact with the chilly air. Avoiding his initial question, you say, "I can't believe you found me so quickly."
