INDELIBLE [M] ;; Miya Atsumu x OC | Haikyuu!!

VI. The Truth Untold [M]

"Who is that?"

"Eh?" Yui turned towards Atsumu's voice behind the changing room door. Her soaked clothes slowly hung over the locker doors. "Who?"

"The one who helped you earlier." Atsumu's voice was faintly swallowed by the long hallway where he stood.

"Oh, Haru-chan?"

"Haru ... chan?" That golden-haired man muttered, a little disbelieving that Yui added 'chan' to the name of the boy who had just helped her.

"He's my junior on campus." Yui paused a little before continuing her words. She was busy with the plain black t-shirt he borrowed from Atsumu. When she pulled down that t-shirt over her head, a sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon suddenly touched her nose.

She smiled.

'It's Atsumu's scent'

"We met at the swim club's farewell."

She could hear Atsumu whispering an 'oh' outside.

"Are you done? Can I come?" Atsumu opened the door, peering a little inward. His eyes caught Yui who's drying her wet hair with a towel. Her tall body was still drowned in his plain t-shirt and training pants.

"You should have knocked on the door first, right?" She scoffed.

Atsumu grinned before finally sitting down on the bench behind her. His face suddenly turned sour at the moment.

Yui frowned. "Why?"

"It is okay." That Black Jackals' setter looked away. Resting his chin on his big hand. "I don't like that guy."

She gave him a confused look. "Haru? Why?"

Atsumu frowned. His eyes fixed on Yui, who was standing in front of him. "I don't like his face."

"What?!"

"His face looks like Tobio! I don't like it."

"Eh? Kageyama-kun?" She stroked her chin. A few drops of water fell from the tip of her hair. Come to think of it, at first glance, they do look alike. Haru and Kageyama Tobio.

"Besides .."

Yui looked at the man, who was looking away again. "Besides?"

"Besides, it looks like he likes you.."

That dark-eyed girl blinked for several times.

"Huh? Haru? He likes me? No way!" She burst out laughing while clutching her stomach. "He's younger than me, Atsumu; don't make it up. You know I don't like younger men."

Atsumu suddenly stood up from his seat. Towering the girl in front of him and gritting his teeth.

"Don't forget, I broke up with you, not because I don't love you anymore.." Atsumu whispered, barely audible. His face looked dissatisfied, and his hands were clenched into fists. "So you must understand why I act like this towards you."

Yui looked away, bringing her gaze to the grey floor beneath her feet. She had a hard time hiding her blushing face at Atsumu's words. Couldn't deny that she felt the same way.

"You're so mean." He mumbled.

'Huh?'

That dark-haired girl looked at Atsumu who lowered his face in front of her.

"It felt so annoying when I saw him help you earlier." His misty brown eyes then glared at her, who looked up at him. "If you have a new boyfriend, you have to tell me!" His voice rose. Echoed in that small changing room

"What?" Yui stepped back a little. "I don't have a new boyfriend. I didn't intend either." She stuttered.

Atsumu slammed his fist against the locker. He shocked her a bit as he rushed his hand to hold her hand. 

"If the time comes.." That man bit his lower lip; he could not control his expression. "If that time comes, I will properly make you two break up! This is not fair." His handsome face looked irritated. "I won't just let you go. Just wait. I will get you back to my side. I will look for ways how we—"

"Enough Atsumu." Yui interrupted his words. "Stop saying nonsense!" She brushed off his hand and walked away.

Atsumu gritted his teeth.

"I'm not kidding, Yui!"

He pulled her hand away. Bring her closer, then hug her tightly. Pinned a kiss that made Yui close her eyes tightly. Not rejecting the kiss and indeed cannot refuse it.

"—'Tsumu.."

That man ignored her call and deepened his kiss. She felt that Atsumu's sharp teeth bit her little by little. It was hot, and her lips felt like they were burning. It was clearly seen that it was hard to experience desire while at the same time controlling it. They were kissing each other and holding each other slowly, then vigorously. Like a lot of words without sound trying to come into each other.

As they continued to kiss, he slowly slipped his hand under her clothes. Methodically, with no hesitation and no fumbling, which was part of why she couldn't find the courage to ask, 'what are you doing?'

The other reason she couldn't find the courage to stop him was that she didn't want him to.

He pressed his warm palm firmly against her breast, and she escaped a soft moan under his kiss. He was a little surprised when he found out that that girl was not wearing a bra. Ah, all her clothes are wet. What was he expecting?

That small room was stuffed with gym bags, hanging clothes, sweat smells, and a lot of mixed-feeling happy and sad remnants of the match. She felt like her whole body got released in that place; it was like she experienced euphoria with strumming nervousness. A sweet sound purred from her lips when his hand moved inside her training pants. The protective sensation of being covered by his hand, body, and lips made her lean her head against the locker, breaking the kiss. That familiar scent and feel, which she missed so much, promised a whole world for her.

He concentrated on her face to see how she made a little gape as his fingers crept into her underwear. In this manner, she couldn't hold her voice as she let out a loud whimper. Everything he did with his hand was not just erotic but also slightly melancholy for her.

"Atsumu.." She whispered and wrapped her hand around his neck. Heaped her weight on him when his fingers fluttered and moved inside her.

He kissed his girl and slightly brushed her head with his lips. He knew this was wrong. He knew they shouldn't be like this. Even he knew this would go nowhere. But for God's sake, he wanted to stop time so badly, right then and there.

Her expression was priceless for him.

He slid his fingers in out in a rhythm that matched her moves. She desperately tried to close her legs, but he suddenly added another digit, making her scream in frustration, almost getting up.

"Keep them open for me." He pierced his gaze into her eyes. She was panting and breathing heavily, with smeared rosy cheeks on her complexion. "Come on my fingers, baby." He whispered and licked her earlobe, curled his finger a little, and made her release all over his hand.

That man with the golden lock pulled his finger and let her juice drip to the floor.

"You won't like it if I lick it." He smirked.

She stared at him.

It's bad.

Very bad.

At that moment, both of them knew there was no turning back.