𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪? - sᴀᴋᴜᴀᴛsᴜ

- 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 -

Atsumu shifted his weight from one foot to the other, standing in front of the metallic door. He picked at his lips quietly, tapping his fingers on his arms.

"Relax atsumu-kun," Akira giggled. "You don't have to be this nervous."

"I know, but still," the blonde hesitates.

"Go now." Two words, and an expression that reminded atsumu of how kiyoomi had urged him to take on the stage back during their concert.

The blonde let out a steady breath, "I'll be going then."

Akira smiled at the boy, and watched as he pushed the door open and went in. She sighed and walked towards the entrance. It had been a week since the day they were told kiyoomi was semi-conscious.

"Did they both talk, honey?" She turned towards the voice.

"Ah, yes. Atsumu-kun just went inside." She confirmed to her husband, and stood by his side.

"I'm glad kiyoomi will be okay now." He quipped as he unlocked the car.

Akira nodded in agreement. The thought that her son was back, even though he would have difficulties for a month or more, was merely enough for her to be relieved of all the stress she was feeling.

Relaxing herself in the soft seat of the car, she turned to her husband. "I'm happy that kiyoomi got someone to be there for him." She chuckled, "I was always worried he would stay alone, as he kept avoiding contact with others."

Her husband placed his hands on hers, "Atsumu is a nice kid," He used his other hand to wipe akira's tears, "We don't need to be worried anymore."

"You're right." She giggled and rubbed her eyes.

"I wonder what they spoke with each other after all this." She thought out aloud, to which her husband laughed.

Atsumu approached the male who was sipping on water, seated on the hospital bed. The person turned at the sound of the door clicking.

"Heya omi-kun!" The blonde greeted him, and sat on the stool next to him. This was the first time he was talking to kiyoomi after he heard the news that he had woke up, for real this time.

The atmosphere was heavy. The blonde was overwhelmed, and at a loss of words. He just wanted to hug kiyoomi, let him pat his head, talk to him about how he missed him, annoy him, tease him; but here he was, looking at his shoes that were tapping nervously, without the courage to look at him.

"Hey." That deep voice, one that he'd never forgotten rang in his ears. The same greeting that kiyoomi gives him everytime.

"How are you?" Atsumu inquired, the talk now reminding him of how awkward it used to be to talk with kiyoomi, who was always quite, before he managed to get close with him. He sighed a little at the nostalgia.

"You look sad." Kiyoomi whispered.

Atsumu looked up at kiyoomi with misty eyes. He could see his features clearly even though it was blurred. His soft pale skin, sharp jawline, curly black hair, those two moles on his forehead- he didn't seem to have changed much, but the cast around his leg and hand, the bandages wrapped around him said otherwise.

"I missed you so much." He choked up, before breaking into tears. He hid his face under his arms, clenching his teeth trying not to cry anymore.

He was back. Kiyoomi was back. He was still with him, right in front him, safe and sound. But he couldn't hold back the tears. All the emotions and anxiety in the past few days condensed into tears, wetting atsumu's face.