Why Me? COMPLETE!!!

Chapter Eighteen.

A/N: YUH HE ESPACED DOESN'T MEAN HE GETS A HAPPY ENDING YOLO 🤪
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Atsumu escaped. After months of being sold from person to person, the oldest Miya had escaped. He was somewhere in Osaka. Running, Atsumu didn’t care about the stares he got. The rink had just been invaded. 

Looking around, Atsumu was shocked to see a familiar face in the crowd of people. “OMI!!!!” the person whose name was shouted, quickly snapping his head up to look for the source, eyes lighting up as he ran over to Atsumu.

As both boys cried, the world around them faded away. Hastily, the blonde was pulled into a short, sweet, and passionate kiss. “God, how I've missed you Tsumu. Where have you been all these years?”

“Years? But it's only been a couple months?” the tattered boy, confused, was dragged by Sakusa to a building. 

“Atsumu.. We are 20 now.” The shock hit him like a brick to the face. He had been gone for four years. Sold to the highest bidder, raped, manhandled, abused, and so much more for four years. It took all he had to stay conscious as the ravenette pulled him into his room. 

“G0 bathe, i'll bring you clothes. We can talk after you're done. I'll call up your brother if you want.” 

Atsumu just numbly nodded, grabbing the towel he was handed before going to take a shower. After 30 minutes, he came out to see clothes on the counter. Smiling, Atsumu put them on, everything too loose for his malnourished body.

Walking over to Sakusa, Atsumu sat next to him. “Can you… tell me what happened while I was gone?”

Kiyoomi nodded, and started telling him about the last four years. How Karasuno beat Inarazaki in their second year, only to be defeated by Itachiyama. How worried everyone was. No one had given up hope, always hoping that Atsumu would turn up. How Bokuto, Hinata, and himself were on the MSBY Black Jackals team. (Atsumu brightened at that.)

Atsumu was reunited with his brother, best friends, and team mates. Getting used to the normal world was hard. Sometimes things were too quiet or too loud, one joke could lead into Atsumu making a rude snide back, before running away in terror after. Touch was allowed, to the bare minimum. He still played flawlessly.

Everything was going great, and soon enough, Atsumu had become used to today's society. Of course, he still got nightmares, and some touches had him flinching and panicking. It was smooth sailing for months, and years after that. Content with life, no one was ready for the curveball that was Itazai Miamori.