𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗『𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗸𝘂』

🌆-𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦-🌆

𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲
𝗔𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻'

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 night Yaku hears the same things from the apartment above his. He had just moved into a much cheaper home for his independency.

But what he finds suspicious is why does he hear a lot of noises from the apartment above his? Glass shattered all the time, loud thumps resounding, and someone's pleading voice.

Who was in that apartment?

Was it a ghost?

A poltergeist?

Or maybe someone who could really use some help?

Even Kenma who's always oblivious of his surroundings got the chills whenever he stays over at Yaku's apartment, "Yaku-san you should move elsewhere. The sounds are giving me the creeps" says Kenma, the last time he came.

Kuroo wasn't bothered by it, well, he was too busy annoying Kenma, "It's not that creepy" he started poking Kenma's sides.

"It is"

"It's not"

"It is"

"It's not"

And the rest goes on.

Days passed and every night was still like that. Yaku wasn't scared or creeped out. He was rather concerned for the person inside that room. Yaku wanted answers, so for the first time in 2 months, he jumped out of his bed, wore his slippers, and walked out the door. He rode the elevator to the second floor, finding himself too lazy to take the stairs.

".....please....stop...." he heard it again. The same line that the person inside kept saying as he exited the elevator.

The voice kept getting louder until he reached the front door of the room. Room 316. ".....no more....." pleaded the voice from inside. Hearing it closer, Yaku could finally make out that the voice belonged to a girl. A girl who is always crying, begging for help, begging for everything to stop.

For what to stop? asked Yaku inside his head. He gathered all of his courage and finally knocked on the door. Three times. Yaku waited for 10 good seconds before the door finally opened, making a creaking sound in the process.

"...Yes?" for a moment, Yaku was unable to see who that voice belonged to. Not until he looked down and saw a brown-haired female, in a messy pixie cut, bags under her eyes. She looked tired but nevertheless, beautiful. She had that serene aura around her small figure, and Yaku found it breathtaking as he stared into her purple orbs.

Yaku fumbled around to find the words he wanted to say, "I live in the apartment below, I moved in 2 months ago. My name is Morisuke Yaku, can you tell me yours since we'll be neighbors for quite a long time?" he said, trying his best to show a gentle smile, and held out a hand.

The girl in front of him, flinched, surprised and hesitant if she would shake his hand, "I'm Koizumi Hanabi" she introduces and her shaking hand reached out for his.

Both of their eyes widened, feeling the electricity through their skin touching one another.

For Yaku, it was a simple feeling of familiarity and fondness. Like he had known her for a long time but the memory's long forgotten.

But for Hanabi, it wasn't. It shocked the female because, from his touch, the voices inside her head disappeared.

For the first time in years, she felt at ease in just a few seconds as she held the man's hands in her. Who was he?

Hanabi only knew one thing.

---𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻.