The bed sheets were tangled up around your body. You hugged your pillow as you stretched out. You reached your arm out to the opposite side of the bed, feeling the emptiness beside you. You let out a small groan as you shifted your head to face the side Kuroo should have been on.
You laid there helpless. Did something happen?
You found the strength to sit your body up, keeping the sheets up around you. You scanned the room, your eyes falling onto the table beside your bed.
There was a disposable hot cup, barely even warm. There was a small heart drawn on the side of it. Next to it, was the love charm you picked out for Kuroo at New Years. The heaviness in your chest didn't fade away though.
As you tugged the sheets with you off the bed, you brought cup into the kitchen to heat it up in the microwave. Part of you hoped he might have been seated in the common area, but every room was empty. Kuroo was no where to be found.
You watched as the paper cup spun, clutching the talisman against your chest as you held the blankets up around you. Why did he leave it?
You didn't get a chance to talk to Kuroo, about where you stood with each other. You chose him, and thought after last night, you would be able to tell him.
Everyone in his life has been relaying his feelings to you. You were so sure that he wanted the same thing as you. Now, as you stood in your kitchen alone, maybe you were delusional to think that you were both on the same page.
As you held onto the charm, you felt a heavy pain in your chest. Something wasn't right.
- - - -
Something was off. You could feel it the moment you stepped into the building. You shook out your umbrella as you closed it up. The lobby was empty, your steps echoed as you made your way to the stairs.
As you approached your desk, there was no coffee waiting as usual. It felt like an arrow through your chest. You needed to talk to him, but it would have to wait until later when you would be able to step away.
You anxiously waited until it neared your time for break. The moment it came, you immediately left your desk, and rushed up the couple flights of stairs. You tried to catch your breath, but your heart was beating out of your chest and you needed to get to Kuroo before you changed your mind about confronting him.
You had to be imagining everything.
Only a step away from the door, and you heard someone clear their throat.
"He's in a meeting." The voice sounded sweet, but apologetic.
You turned around to see a young woman with short blonde hair sitting at a desk facing Kuroo's office. You've never seen her before, you weren't even sure what she did. She was new, you knew that much.
"Oh, do you know he'll be available?" Your voice was timid. As much as you wanted to ignore her and enter as you pleased, something was stopping you.
Her large brown doe eyes stared back at you, her expression seemed sad.
"He told me to let yo- anyone who came by know he won't be available for a while."
You felt your chin tremble involuntarily. You heard her. She tried to stop herself before directing that comment towards you, but you knew she meant Kuroo wouldn't be available to see you for a while. Another arrow shooting through you.
You swallowed hard.
"Okay, thank you, um ..." You wanted to try your best to leave the situation as quickly as possible.
"Yachi," She said, bowing her head, "Sorry."
- - - -
𝕪𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚'𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕧
Yachi hesitantly knocked on the door. The first day at her new job as an assistant, hoping to make a good first impression with her boss.
She didn't have a chance to meet her new boss at the interview since something had come up that day with another co-worker. Your interviewer seemed nice, but irritated that he wasn't able to attend. It was obvious that they did not appreciate the last minute cancellation.
"H-Hi, Kuroo ... Sir, I - my name is Hitoka Yachi, I'm your new assistant." Yachi couldn't believe she was stumbling over her words the way she was.
Her eyes were shut tight as she quickly bowed her head. She heard no response right away. She peeked with one eye, noticing that Kuroo had his attention on the screen in front of him.
"Hm? Miss Hitoka, I'm sure you'll find everything you need on your desk outside my door."
Yachi stared blankly back at Kuroo, unsure how to respond. She wasn't expecting him to dismiss her like he did. Still in a state of uncertainty, Yachi turned to leave Kuroo's office.
"Miss Hitoka," Kuroo's voice sounded dull, but he finally made eye contact with her. His eyes seemed empty, lost, "If a girl comes by looking for me, tell her I'm not available. For a while. Make something up."
No one came by for most of the morning. But Yachi figured someone would be coming by at some point. If not today, tomorrow maybe. She would have to lie to someone she barely knew. It didn't sit right with her.
The clicking of heels started to approach the office. Yachi noticed the young girl, her long (h/c) tied back in a high ponytail. The soft features of her face made her seem angelic. She was clearly out of breath, clearly she ran all the way here. However, Yachi noticed a sadness in her bearing.
"He's in a meeting," slipped out of Yachi's mouth. The girl seemed shocked that someone even spoke to her.
There was a sadness in her voice, as well, as she asked when he would be available. Yachi pitied her. She wanted to tell her the truth, that he was right behind that door, and seemed just as sad as she was.
As Yachi repeated what Kuroo told her to say, she tried to catch herself. She didn't want to hurt her anymore than she already was.
The girl paused for a moment, seeming to catch her breath before speaking.
"Okay, thank you, um ..." She stared blankly as she attempted to ask for her name.
Yachi finished her sentence, and apologized. Mostly apologizing for not being able to help her anymore than she could.
Her gaze followed as the girl hurried out of the office, keeping her face covered. It was soon interrupted by Kuroo's office door opening.
"Thank you, Miss Hitoka," Kuroo said, as he looked in the direction the girl left.
Yachi nodded, but before Kuroo could retreat into his office once again, she spoke up.
"Sir," Her voice trembled a little, "Please don't make me do that again."
