Location:
Inarizaki high school gym
( Bsf/n ) was sitting on the bench next to the coaches as the boys practice, staring blankly at her lap. The image of your towering figure wouldn't leave her mind, for you had permanently engraved yourself into her brain.
Osamu had told Atsumu about what ( Bsf/n ) had said to him.
And oh dear lord we're they fuming.
Not just at you, but at themselves too. Even ( Bsf/n ) was mad at herself.
Will she apologise for everything she's done? Probably not.
But even if she did, it's highly unlikely that you'd forgive her. I mean who would?
Why were they even mad at you? Heck, they didn't even know. They had no right to be mad at you, I mean, they've treated you like shit since day damn one. You have every right to be acting the way you are.
Atsumu yells out in frustration as he fails yet another serve. Suna, who was standing nearby gave Osamu a side glance, expecting him to reply with some snarky remark.
Only to hear nothing but silence from his best friend who was gripping onto a volleyball. The green-eyed boy was slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to record another fight.
"Atsumu, Osamu." A cold voice rang out through the loud gym, making it fall silent. The two boys flinch when they meet the eyes of their captain.
Suna sees this as his cue to leave and quickly makes his escape while Osamu and Atsumu straighten up as the third year nears them.
"What's up with the two of yas? You've been distracted all practice." He asks getting straight to the point. Ojiro nodded in agreement, handing the boys their newly filled drink bottles.
"Did somethin' happen?" The darker boy asks in concern. The fact that it was rather difficult to distract the two boys from the sport they loved bothered their seniors.
"We're fine Kita-san, Aran." Atsumu assured them before gulping down the water in sync with his brother.
"Take a small breather, then get back to practicing." Kita instructed earning a stiff nod from the two volleyball stars.
Quickly walking away from Kita and their middle school friend they make their way to the bench. Osamu plops down on the bench and gives the shorter girl next to him a worried glance. Atsumu lies down on his back on the other side of Osamu, limbs hanging off the side like a starfish.
"D'ya want to tell me what happened?" Osamu asks ( Bsf/n ) in a hushed voice as he intertwines his fingers with hers.
She just continues to sit there. Her silence caused Osamu to feel anxious about what happened between the two of you, but it also caused him to feel anger. He was angry at the thought of you hurting her. But he was also angry at the possibility of his girlfriend overreacting. He couldn't afford for the three of you to have any more drama.
"I need ya to tell me what happened between ya two before ya came here. I want to know how I'll approach 'er when we get home. We can't afford to have another misunderstandin'." He explains. He didn't want to think that you had hurt ( Bsf/n ). Because he didn't want to have to hurt you.
He reaches his hand up for her head, feeling her tense up at his touch he brings her head to his shoulder and begins to glide his fingers through her silky hair.
"D'ya think ya could tell me, baby?" He whispers to her. Feeling her nod against his shoulder a small feeling of relief surges through his body.
( this was so painful to write. you have no idea )
"Let's hear it then." He says as Atsumu sits up and leans in to hear what's going on.
AT THE MIYA / ( L/N ) RESIDENSE:
While all that pointless drama was going on at your school gym, you were in the middle of having a relaxing bath.
The sun was pouring in through the windows as you sank deeper into the bubbly water, hair unsticking from your back.
The music from your speaker echoed throughout your bathroom as you closed your eyes and inhaled the ( insert scent ) candle that was alight on your bathroom cabinet.
What a way to start the school year. You grumble to yourself, leaning your head back against the end of the bath.
While you decided what anime show you were gonna watch you began humming to the song through your speaker.
The best thing about being almost fluent in english, is that you can listen to english speaking music and understand what the songs are saying.
NOW PLAYING:
Fell In Luv
Playboy Carti, Bryson Tiller
*PING*
The sudden sound from your phone caused you to turn your head towards the small device and blankly stare at it. Watching the lit-up screen turn dark you start to whine about how far away the device was.
When in reality, it was only an arms-length away.
Grumbling out loud you sit up straight and lean over to grab your phone, leaving drops of water all over the floor.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
Hey ( Y/n ), it's Nakamura :D
You unconsciously allowed a smile to creep across your face. Leaning against the cold wall of the bath, you add Nakamura as a contact before starting a short conversation with him.
Checking your other notifications you see many "How was your first day?" "Did you have a good day?" and so on.
You slightly smile to yourself, it felt nice knowing that people actually cared about how you felt.
After responding to 20 or so messages you feel your feet brush up against each other. You cringe at how wrinkled the balls of your feet feel.
Gross, I've gotta get out before I end up looking like a walking prune. You think to yourself before setting your phone back on the counter and hurriedly standing up.
Stepping out of the tub to feel the warmth of the tiled floor made you sigh in satisfaction.
I gotta hand it to them, they're really smart for getting me heated flooring You smile gratefully before dropping it and rolling your eyes.
What am I on? I'm mad at them. You remember that don't you ( Y/n )? You fucking moron. You internally scold yourself as you dry yourself off and get changed into a pair of sweats and a dark (favourite colour) hoodie.
Opening the window you grab an extra towel that's folded over the towel rack and chuck it on the floor. Standing on it, you begin to shuffle around the room, dragging it with you as you wipe up any water off the floor. Setting what you now call, "the floor towel" back where you found it, you walk out of your bathroom and enter your room, speaker tucked under your armpit and dirty clothes in hand.
Chucking your phone on one of the couches and placing your speaker on the countertop you make your way downstairs to put your clothes in the laundry.
Your quiet footsteps echoed throughout the empty house along with the chirping of the birds outside. ( M/n ) was out at work and ( D/n ) was at the supermarket.
You inhale deeply, savouring the moment of silence as you stand in the middle of the living room before jogging back up to your bedroom.
Turning on your tv you set up the chromecast so you could watch (insert anime). You also pulled the string for the cover to block out the sunlight coming from your skylight for extra effect.
(your roof is flat, so when you pull the cover it goes sideways across your room. idk how to explain it.)
- ☹︎ -
A few hours passed by before you heard a soft knock on the door. Pausing (insert anime), you open the door to be met with your dad.
"Dinner's ready shorty." He informs you, ruffling your hair as he smirks.
"I'm not small, you're only 4 inches taller!" You remind him, playfully swatting his hand away before retracing your steps into your room.
"Also," You turn around to make eye contact with your dad again.
"You better not leave me to cover you like last time." He says wagging his index finger at you. Your eyebrow raises in confusion.
"I had to pretend like I didn't know how you felt towards them." He states, fists on his hips. You send him a grateful smile as thanks.
He knows you want to tell them yourself.
"They also think that something happened in Tokyo. Do you know how stupid I must have looked saying I didn't know anything?" He says a bit louder, but not too loud for anyone to hear on the lower floors.
"Thanks, Dad, I appreciate it." You say, sending him a small smile before turning around.
Walking towards the tv to turn it off, ( D/n ) dramatically gasps, causing you to turn your head towards him in confusion. You raise an eyebrow at him as he shakily points at the screen.
"Y-you've b-bee-n wat-ch-ching (anime) w-without me?" He chokes out, tears running down his face. He falls down to his knees and hunches over, punching the floor as he screamed in protest.
All you could do was deadpan at his sudden mood swing as you continued to watch him over dramatically quiver his bottom lip.
"I-I thought we were br-bros!" He shouts out as he continues to lean forward on his elbows, tears hitting the floor.
"Ryota wouldn't do that!" He screams, pointing his shaking index finger at you once again.
"Dad quit being so dramatic and ge-" You couldn't even finish your sentence.
"SHUT UP DONT TALK TO ME! WE'RE OVER!" He screams at you before running out the door, slamming it behind him. Leaving you blinking at the white door in silence and confusion.
What a moron. You think to yourself, hands on hips as you roll your eyes like an episode character with a small smile playing on your lips.
After turning off the tv you wash your hands before following your dad downstairs.
- ☹︎ -
Upon entering the bottom floor, you see your family seated at the table, already eating.
Instead of feeling a wave of sadness like you used to, you felt a wave of 'i don't give a fuck anymore'.
You took you time to sit down in your chair, and once you did you began devouring your food right away after saying your thanks.
You look over at ( D/n ) to see him say his thanks and begin eating after you.
Your eyes widen once you realised he was the only one who had waited for you.
Feeling your stare he turns to you and gives you a small smile which you return without a second thought.
Throughout dinner you caught your brothers glancing at you which only made you eat faster in hopes of finishing and returning to your show.
While you were internally celebrating how close you were to finishing what was on your plate, you heard a disgusting little piece of shit clear its throat.
"So, ( Y/n )." She starts, placing her chopsticks down on her plate as she turns to you.
"I realised you've changed your last name. Why's that?" She says, sending you a closed-eyed smile. The question makes the table fall silent and all heads turn towards you.
You look up at her, face free of emotions before shoving more food in your mouth. "Why do you care?" You ask coldly.
You didn't mean for it to come out defensively, you were genuinely curious as to why she suddenly cared. You've been in Hyogo for just about five days, why hadn't she asked before?
Taken aback by the tone of your voice, ( M/n )'s eyes flick open and her strained smile drops.
"Is it wrong to want to know what my daughter has been thinking? hm?" She asks, putting on a painfully, almost threateningly strained smile. Her brown eyes burned into your own as the tension between the two of you rose.
If you were the same as you were three years ago, you'd most likely be feeling intimidated, afraid, inferior.
But now you were completely unaffected.
Glaring even harder at ( M/n ), you simply say:
"I thought you would've known, after all, you're the one who told me to do so." You state in a slightly sweet voice.
Your siblings and mother look at you in confusion at the change of your tone. However you're dad flinches, he knows you're about to let loose. Not to mention he knew the reason as to why you changed it.
Heck, he knew everything.
But will he let it show? Nope.
"What are you talking about?" ( M/n ) asks cautiously.
Clearing your throat and putting down your chopsticks on your empty plate, you open up the door to a flashback.
FLASHBACK:
Looking down at the floor in defeat you feel a soft hand grip your jaw and jerk your head up to meet ( M/n )'s cold brown eyes.
"As long as you live under my last name, you won't play any of those stupid sports." She says in a low voice as she looms over your small figure, glaring into your eyes.
Feeling her hand leave your chin you watch her walk away towards the dining table. You clench your fists as you feel your blood boil.
FLASHBACK ENDED:
"So as soon as I moved to Tokyo I changed my last name." You say grey eyes boring into her brown ones.
You watch as the corner of ( M/n )'s lip twitches up with irritation. You lean your elbows on the table and clasp your hands together before pressing your lips against them to suppress a grin.
"Just like you wanted me to." You finish, pressing your hands further into your mouth when you see ( M/n ) clench one of her fists.
Oh, how you loved making others unhappy.
Questions and answers travel through your head regarding her sudden interest in you.
Why did she care what you did? Was it because you were now famous for your skills? Did she want to be known as your mother for credit?
Whatever the question or answer was, you didn't care. For you simply stood up and placed your dirty dishes in the dishwasher before walking up the stairs, leaving your mom and brothers watching your back in silence.
While ( D/n ) simply sipped on his drink as he glanced around the table, a small but proud grin threatening to spread across his face.
- ☹︎ -
Almost an hour passed before a knock was heard at your door.
Clicking your tongue in annoyance you pause the show in front of you before nearing the door.
Opening it you're met with your two darling siblings.
You raise an eyebrow, slightly turning your head to the side as you narrow your eyes at them.
"What do you want?" You ask them harshly. Only to be met with their faces filled with determination.
Only if you knew that they were 🤏🏽 close to pissing their pants.
"Can we come in?" Atsumu asks in a surprisingly calm voice.
You narrow your eyes even more in suspicion before stepping aside to let them in. Walking in, both of the boys stand in front of the counter, admiring your room.
While Atsumu was congratulating himself in his head for staying so calm, Osamu had his fists clenched, which didn't go unnoticed by you.
"So, what do yous want?" You ask again, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at them.
"What happened in Tokyo ( N/n )?" Osamu asks firmly. Well it sounded like more of a command than a question. Atsumu looks into your eyes, his warm brown eyes asking the same question.
"The hell do you mean? Nothing happened in Tokyo." You say, leaning against the back of the couch as you continue to glare at them.
Both boys clenches their jaws in sync before Atsumu points an accusing finger at you.
"The hell happened in Tokyo, ( N/n )?! Why the hell are ya acting the way ya are? Where's our sister, huh?!" He shouts at you.
Your eyes widen at the boy's sudden change in volume. However you look down at your feet, bangs shadowing your face as your shoulders start to shake.
Osamu and Atsumu stand in silence, the grey-haired glares at the blonde. "Look what you did ya dumbass! she's cryin'!" His eyes scream while he gets a distressed shrug in return.
Their telepathic conversation was interrupted by a fit of quiet giggles that tumbled from your mouth.
You hugged yourself as you hunched over, slowly looking up to meet their confused gazes.
"Do you want know where your oh so sweet sister went huh? Is that what you wanna know?" You say, covering your mouth to hold the laughter in.
The boys share a confused glance before turning back to you, who had gotten yourself back together.
Now standing at full height your anger that you had built up for years begins seeping out of you. Your cold and deadly aura makes you seem taller and superior as you loom over them, peering down at them.
"You don't have a sister." You say in a dangerously low voice. Exactly like the one you had used in the middle of the school corridor earlier that day.
"Never have... never will."
Both flinch in fear under your piercing glare. Your pale grey eyes drilled into their own as they feel the room suddenly turn cold.
"The hell d'ya mean we don't have a fuckin' sister?" Atsumu asked, feeling frustration build up in him as Osamu silently agreed with him.
"Are you fucking dumb? Or are you just so arrogant that you think your opinion and views are the only ones that exist?" You scoff, crossing your arms over your bust.
"Whether or not you consider me as your sister, I'll never actually be your sister." You tell them, watching their eyes widen.
"Because I don't consider you guys as my brothers."
Your smile drops and your gaze hardens even more. A deep scowl attacked your face as you glared holes into them.
Straight into their pitiful and hurt eyes.
"We didn't do nothin' ( N/n )! Yer just bein' overdramatic!" Atsumu accuses through clenched teeth. He was sick of your shitty attitude.
"Oh? What's wrong with me treating you the way you've treated me my whole life huh?" You ask. Both boys flinch, their confident act began to crumble as their faces morph into regret, anger and sadness.
"What's wrong with treatin' my sweet sweet brothers like shit hm?" You question them in a sickly sweet tone, raising your eyebrows innocently. Osamu's gaze slowly travelled down to the floor in realisation.
They were the ones who turned you into this.
"WHAT?! WE ALREADY APOLOGISED TO YA! JUST ADMIT YA WERE JEALOUS OR SOMETHIN'!" The fake blonde shouts at you in anger.
You freeze. Flicking your gaze to Atsumu at the speed of light. You ball your fists up in anger, digging your nails into the palm of your hand and you grind your teeth against each other in rage.
"When the fuck did you apologise huh?" You harshly ask him making him fall silent as he desperately searched for any memory of his apology before your departure to Tokyo.
When you were only met with silence you raise your chin up as you continue to glare daggers at them.
"What's there to even be jealous of? Having everyone love you? Being able to get away with treating your sister like horse shit?" You interrogate them.
You were losing your cool. Your blood began to boil as hurtful memories flowed through your mind. Your jaw was clenched so hard to point it hurt while your nails began to draw blood from your palm. You were sick of playing acting games.
You want them to know just how much they hurt you.
And you want them to drown in guilt, knowing they threw you into a spiral of despair.
"Having the feeling of happiness while my sibling wonders why she's not good enough for her family? NOT HAVING TO BE STUCK IN THE SHADOWS OF TWO BRATS?! NOT HAVING EVERY DAMN PERSON USE YA FOR YER SHITTY STUCK UP BROTHERS?! HAVING REAL FRIENDS HUH?!" You scream at them, slamming your hand against your chest as you feel your body flare up.
They only watch as your words shoot through them like bullets. They knew they had treated you terribly but no matter how many times you reminded them...
It still shocked them every time.
It shocked them that they could treat you so badly without even realising.
It shocked them that you could hide the pain you were in.
It shocked them that they could be such terrible brothers.
"HOW DARE YOU COME UP TO MY ROOM ONLY TO ACCUSE ME OF SUCH BULLSHIT LIKE BEING JEALOUS OF YOU?! HUH? DON'T YA KNOW WHAT TYP'A SHIT IVE GONE THROUGH? THE TWO OF YAS WERE ANOTHER FUCKIN' REASON I CHANGED MY DAMN SURNAME!"
They continued to watch you scream your heart out. About how you hated them and your mother along with your hyogo middle school basketball team.
Once you had calmed down Osamu decided to speak up.
"We're sorry ( N/n ). But why d'ya have to treat ( Bsf/n ) and Misaki the way you did today?" He asks you in a hushed voice, Atsumu nods and placed his hands on his hips in agreement.
Since you were looking down at the floor as you caught your breath, you swung your head up to meet his eyes, hair flying everywhere.
You were in disbelief. Had those idiots not just heard what you had said?
Had they not heard how you hadn't had a single real friend while living in this shit hole?
You scoff upon making eye contact with Osamu.
"Are ya fucking deaf? Are ya both brain dead or somethin'?" You spit at him as you fix your posture, face full of pure rage and disbelief.
You see both faces morph into clear anger once your question comes into contact with their eardrums.
"What makes ya think I'm fucking deaf ( N/n )? I can hear ya clearly WHEN YER SCREAMIN' IN MA FACE!" Osamu says slowly raising his voice with each word till he ended up shouting.
"WELL HOW DIDN'T YA HEAR ME WHEN I SAID I DIDNT HAVE ANY REAL FRIENDS?! ALL OF 'EM USED ME TO GET TO YOU! WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOUR 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 WAS AN EXCEPTION HUH?!" You scream in his face in response, dropping your voice to a high pitch voice at "precious wittle girlfriend".
Both boys flinch once again before Osamu clenches his fist.
"( Bsf/n ) wouldn't do that!" He defends his girlfriend through his teeth causing you to scoff at his blindness.
"Why would I lie?" You ask him in a flat voice. Spreading your arms out before pointing to yourself.
Both boys were shocked at your change of tone. You weren't screaming, you weren't whispering nor were you smiling weirdly at them. And that worried them.
"She just wouldn-"
"Of course you don't believe me." You interrupt him before turning around to your draws on the far side of the room to grab your old phone.
Turning it on you walk back towards them in search of those old screenshots.
Finding them you shove the screen in their faces to see their eyes widen and eyebrows furrow.
Atsumu felt pure rage whilst Osamu felt betrayal and regret.
Had he only been used for popularity? Did she even care for him? Was she just another fangirl?
Shaking his head in an attempt to shake the thoughts that danced in his brain. He refused to believe the conversation in front of him.
But it's right there.
It could be fake.
Believe her she's your sister.
No.
He glares into your eyes. "YOURE LYING THEY'RE FAKE!" He screams desperately trying to believe himself.
Your eye twitches in frustration. "Oh so yer blind now too huh? THEY'RE RIGHT HERE YA BLIND FUCK!" You scream at him, shoving the device at him.
"YER LYING!" He screams, smacking the device out of your hand.
You look down at your old phone lying on the floor before looking back up at him and pointing towards the door.
"Leave." You order coldly.
You didn't want to see them any longer, you wanted to take a long warm shower to wash away your problems.
Both faces looked at you in desperation only to be met with your scowl.
"LEAVE!" You order again, voice booming throughout the room as you point harshly at the door once more.
They slowly started to make their way towards the door. Just as they were about to leave you spun Atsumu around by the shoulder so he was facing you.
His eyes widened at the sudden action. Looking into your eyes he opened his mouth to say something but before he could you shoved your old phone and its charger into his hands.
He looks up from the device in confusion before being spun back around by you and pushed out the door.
"Don't come up these stairs or call me ( N/n ) again." You warn them sending a deadly glare their way before slamming the door in their faces.
editing this chapter made me wanna die. how do you guy even like this⁉️😟