And They Were Roommates (A Sakusa Story)

22. Half Moon (can't you see that i love you?)

Three months missing you.
I hope that my writing hasn't noticeably changed, and that you enjoy this chapter :)
Word Count: 2673
trigger warning; mentions of abuse, self loathing

It's been thirty minutes since the doctor's last visit.
He said that the virus isn't contagious, but I'll experience some setbacks and side effects for a week or so. "You're lucky that boy reacted so quickly," he mentioned after detailing my treatment plan. "Kuroonavirus left untreated for even a few extra minutes can be fatal."

It's been an hour since Sakusa stormed out of the room with Atsumu trailing behind. I still remember the apologetic look Atsumu tossed over his shoulder right before they exited — and Sakusa hadn't looked back at all.

Biting my lip, I pull the thin blanket further over myself. Tears prick at my eyes, and I squeeze them shut in denial, or anger, or both. "You really can't do anything right, can you?" I whisper to myself. "Being insensitive when Sakusa said one little thing to Daishou, then snapping at Komori, and now forcing Sakusa to face his past... even when you know the extent of his trauma... wow, you're awful."

A large window encompasses the majority of the leftmost wall of my hospital room. Reflected in the glass is a night sky that has hesitantly begun to darken. Pinpricks of starlight dot the indigo canvas, as if the sky is merely a piece of paper, and little holes have been punched through it to let the golden light of heaven pour in from the other side.

Out of nowhere, a thought suddenly occurs to me: I haven't checked my phone the entire time I've been in this room. With dread gnawing at my stomach, I scan the room with anxious eyes until I finally spot my iPhone resting on a stray chair. God, God, God. I lower one foot to the ground, then another. Stupid, stupid, stupid! My phone battery is on 3% when I clumsily punch in the password.

"131 new messages"

♥️ Akaashi: (l/n), I'm so so worried about you. I might actually cry. I wish I was with you right now... you've always been there for me, but I was dragged onto the bus back home and fell asleep listening to MCR... I'm praying for you. Not to God, but to Gerard Way. I refuse to say goodbye, so I'll just say this... I miss you.

🦉 Bokuto: (L/N) AHHHHHH SJSSJKOWWSJKAL PLEASE BE OKAY DONT DIE DONT YOU DARE LET THE COROLLA VIRUS WIN. BE THE ACE. HIP THRUST THE VIRUS OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM.

🍙 Osamu: Atsumu told me you're alive, so good job. And, well... you know I'm not an emotional person, but I still have a lot of love for you, (l/n). I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. I'll make you a bento box if you survive.

🥛 Kageyama: I cant believe you have Kuroona. Btw Bokuto told Hinata, who told the rest of the team. (l/n), please be okay. There's so much I have to tell you.

🐈 Kuroo: I would sacrifice my stainless steel periodic table plaque to be with you right now. If you die, I will literally change my last name. Fuck the Kuroonavirus.

🧂 Tsukishima: If you die can I have your calculus notes? Haha. But seriously, get well soon. Don't you dare die like a weak ass pissy ass bitch before I get to see you again, (l/n).

🤤Oikawa: I feel like one of those parents that has a kid with cancer. I always cry when I watched those videos, but this time I cried so much I BLED. Parenting is hard work! And I still haven't stopped crying, btw. Iwa-chan wanted me to tell you to get well soon :( we're both thinking of you.

The stream of messages goes on and on. At least thirty of my closest friends have sent me text messages ranging from get well soon and I love you. It's more than just a beautiful illustration of friendship: it's vivid proof that I am loved. It's proof that I mean something to them. But instead of feeling my heart swell with gratitude, the last embers of light stirring at the bottom of my stomach flicker out one by one.