Forget Me Not

Chapter 2

You've never been the best at sports, but you are extremely competitive and sometimes that can be a deadly combo. Sitting on the side lines watching Kageyama and Suga practice is making you anxious. You really wanna play.

And on any other day you might have, but today you feel more self conscious for some reason. Just one of those days you guess.

Instead you sit and wait. Eating snacks, trying to study, failing to study. You get bored enough that you get up and decide to take a walk around the outside of the gym. The sun is just starting to set and there is a nice breeze.

It also smells way better than sweat and body odor.

You think back to how Suga smiled and how beautiful he looked in that moment. The same couple from the courtyard walk by you in that moment. You realize how alone you really feel.

You shake your head. "Its better this way." But your words sounded so pathetic even you couldn't believe them.

"Hey boke! Suga-san is looking for you." Kageyama's annoying voice brings you back to the present.

"Hey, i'm talking to you. Answer me-", He turns you around to see silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Ah! Hey Kageyama," You wipe your cheeks quickly, "Sorry I just wanted some fresh air."

You push past him before he can ask why you were crying. He looked uncomfortable anyways, no point in making it worse, you think.

You enter the gym again, sunning into Suga who is now carrying your bag. Is this going to become a habit?

"Hey Suga, you ready to go?"

His eyes furrow a bit, after a year of knowing you he can see when your upset. But he can tell you do not want to talk about it right now. Especially not in public.

"Yeah, lets go." He follows you out the door, passing Kageyama again. You don't notice the death glare Suga gives him. Kageyama had forgotten how scary he could be.

A few minutes of silence pass as you and Suga walk. You hate how awkward you've made it. You mentally berate yourself for not controlling your emotions as usual. Somethings off today and you can't help but wanna blame Kageyama. Something about him just, makes things different.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Suga bumps your shoulder softly.

"No.."

"Did Kageyama do something? He's a good kid but he can be harsh. If he did i'll take care of it."

Suga's smiling but you can tell he's dead serious. As your best friend Suga has always been protective of you. You giggle remembering how you first met.

You got dragged to some party your first year in college by your old roommate. She soon abandoned you when you weren't as enthusiastic about it as her.

Some upperclassmen jerks cornered you when they noticed a "pretty girl by herself", and of course they thought they would help you get in the party mood.

Like any frat boy they were super insistent and would not take no for an answer.

"No sorry I have to get going actually."

"Oh come on! The party just started, stay a while have a few drinks with us. We'll make it worth your while." The frat boy leans in his breath stinks of harsh alcohol.

You duck under to get around him but he grabs your arm.

"Hey-" Adrenaline and panic kick in and without a second thought your fist strikes him right in the nose. He instantly lets go. You're stunned. Did you really just do that?

Unfortunately, you did, and his friends saw. A fist connects with your jaw sending you to the floor in pain. You think your jaw might have broke.

"Stupid bitch. We were being nice to you." His friend grabs you by your shirt and halls you back to your feet.

"I'm a feminist you know, I ain't scared to hit girls." (Yes, I know that is not what feminism is, the frat boy is just stupid)

You let out a whimper. Your face hurts and tears are messing with your vision. You jus want to go home.

His hand suddenly releases you as another fist joins the fight. You stumble on your feet and watch the blurry guy beat the crap out of the guys that were harassing you. As your vision begins to clear and the pain in your jaw subsides you see the guys on the floor.

Angry you start kicking the one who punched you. A bunch of curse words fly from your mouth as your foot repeatedly hits the boy.

"Hey!-" Arm an arm grabs your shoulder, "I think he's had enough."

You finally get a good look at the boy who helped you. Silver hair and warm brown eyes, staring at you with empathy and concern.

"Come on lets get you cleaned up." He puts his jacket around you. You didn't even notice you were shaking.

A circle had formed around you two. You pull the jacket up and hide your face as the stranger leads you into the kitchen. Fewer people are around which is a relief. The boy hand you a can of beer.

"Oh, sorry, I don't drink." You try and hand it back.

He chuckles. "Its for that growing bruise on your jaw." He gestures to your face.

Your face flames. "Oh." You rest the cold can against your jaw.

"Thanks, but I could've handled it."

His eyes twinkle in amusement. "I bet you could. Those kicks looked like they packed a punch."

He's got a cute smile.

Your roommate rushes into the kitchen.

"OMG Y/N! I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OK?!" The sweet party girl rushes to your side.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Just a bit bruised." This might not have happened if you had stayed with me like you said. You grumble to yourself.

"Come on i'll take you back to our room." She takes your arm and wraps it over her shoulder to help you walk.

"I guess i'll see you around Y/n." The boy waves at you as your dragged away by your surprisingly strong roommate.

Mia continues to ramble on about how sorry she is and asking multiple times if you're ok. She's not so bad. If anything, just a little dumb.

"I wish I would have been there, I could have helped you knock some sense into to those ass hats. But it looks like you got help from that cute boy back there, aye?" She smirks and bumps your hip.

You blush again and look down.

"What's his name anyways?"

You let out a load groan. You forgot to get his name!

"OOOOO IS THIS HIS JACKET?"

Another groan escapes. You just accidently stole from the guy who helped you and you don't even know his name to try and return it.

"How hard did you get hit? You keep groaning. Maybe we should stop by the hospital." Mia gently pokes your jaw.