[ A t s u m u ]
Fluttering my eyes open, I hum and look out the window of the hotel room. Clouds cover the sky, droplets of rain racing down the glass of the window. Looking to the side, I frown upon noticing that Sakusa isn't laying right beside me. Sitting up, I hear the faint sound of the shower in the distance.
Ah, he's taking a shower. I need one too, to be honest. It helps ease my anxiety, the hot water does at least. I should have taken one last night but I was too exhausted to even think about it.
Reaching across the bed to grab Sakusa's phone, I look at the time. Ugh, it's too early. I'm surprised I woke up on my own, usually, Sakusa would wake me up or an alarm would. But waking up on my own doesn't mean I feel well-rested. In fact, I feel more tired than I did before.
Rubbing my face in an attempt to chase the sleepiness away, I drop my hands on my lap and look around. The sound of the shower comes to a sudden halt, grabbing my attention as I look over at the bathroom door. Sighing, I flop back onto the bed, my eyes closing.
Dozing off, I flinch awake and mutter a curse word once the bathroom door is opened. "Good morning, baby," Sakusa says, smiling at me. Sitting up, I pout. "What's with the pouting?" He asks, walking to the other queen-sized bed and going through his clothes. He has a towel wrapped around his waist, I probably would have died if he didn't have one on.
"Tired." I deadpan.
"I'm sorry, love. I wish I could let you sleep but we're going to meet my dad's business partner and his son, and I believe his son's boyfriend. We'll go get something to drink before then to wake us up." The raven says, walking toad me and kissing me on the forehead. "The water is still warm, go hop in the shower real quick and get dressed."
"Mmm... Okay." I then stand up and grab some fresh clean clothes and walk into the bathroom.
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We've gotten our caffeinated drinks and are now headed back inside the hotel. It was weird watching someone drive on the right-hand side of the car instead of the left, let alone drive on the left side of the road. I felt like I was going to die whenever the driver made a turn.
Kiyoomi wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me down toward the restaurant that's part of the hotel. Everyone looks over at us, making me a tad bit self-conscious about the outfit I'm wearing. It's not revealing in the slightest, I just look a tad bit underdressed considering the occasion.
Walking into the restaurant, Kiyoomi guides me toward a table where his parents are located. Sitting down, the curly-haired raven places his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. "Relax, baby. You're tense." He whispers as I force my body to relax. Inhaling deeply, I exhale.
"Don't worry sweetie, he's really nice. His son is nice as well, a little void... but nice." Hina says, smiling brightly at me. "His son's boyfriend is even sweeter, very beautiful like you are."
"Oh, there they are now," Kazuya says, standing up as three men walk over. Two of them are muscular, the other has a more feminine touch to him. Red hair that falls over his forehead and maroon eyes. He's clinging to a buff man with olive green hair and corresponding colored eyes. The other has dark brown hair and olive green eyes.
"Lovely to see you again, Kazuya." One of the three says, hugging Kiyoomi's dad. Hina stands up and shakes hands with the man. "Amazing to see you as well, Hina. Beautiful as always."
"Why thank you, Saburo. My oh my, it's been a long time since I've seen you, boys! You're taller than the last time we saw you." Hina says, smiling brightly at the two. Kiyoomi gently tugs at my hand, the both of us standing up. "You already know Kiyoomi, but you haven't met his boyfriend yet. This is Atsumu Miya. Atsumu, this is Saburo Ushijima, his son Wakatoshi, and Wakatoshi's boyfriend, Tendou Satori." (If I mentioned UshiTen already, I apologize ;-;)
"Nice to meet you," I say quietly but loud enough for them to hear.
"You're so shy, it's cute." The redhead says, chuckling lightly. We all then sit back down, Kiyoomi placing his hand back on my thigh. "So, what's your story?" Tendou asks, Kiyoomi's parents and Wakatoshi's dad talking amongst themselves at the end of the table.
"I don't really have one..." I mumble, looking over at Kiyoomi for help.
"Let's just say that it's traumatic." He says, running his hand up and down my thigh in a comforting manner. "He has a mentally sick family who treated him like shit and his dad abused him while his mom and twin brother just watched."
"I'm sorry for asking-"
"No, it's fine... It's better to talk about it more so it doesn't bother me as much in the future." I state, Kiyo rubbing my back up and down.
"That's honestly really smart," Tendou says, smiling. "Toshi doesn't talk much, he's a bit... Closed off. Took me years for him to open up to me and we've been friends since we were 5. Now being 23, We started dating when we were 16."
"Heh, Omi and I met a few months ago. It moved pretty fast. He started out hating me because of-"
"I never hated you, I just thought you weren't... Uh..."
"You can't even find the right word, so yes, you did hate me," I say, rolling my eyes. "Anyway, he started out hating me because of some rumors that were being spread about me by my brother. One of them was true-"
"No, nothing he said was true."
"Would you quit interrupting me? Jesus."
"Pfft- you two are acting like a married couple," Tendou says, laughing lightly. My face burns at this, making me look away anxiously. "Hey, at least you're not fighting." He adds, smiling. "Kiyoomi, does he... you know?"
"No, not yet." The curly-haired raven responds, shaking his head. I huff, crossing my arms and pouting at the fact that my boyfriend is hiding something from me. "Don't pout, love. I'll tell you everything soon enough."
"Fine."
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"Okay, spill," I demand, shutting the door and locking it behind me once Sakusa steps inside. He doesn't say anything, instead, he walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. Staring up at me, he still doesn't say anything. "Tell me what your friend was talking about!"
"Honestly, I don't think you're ready for it." He says bluntly. That tone he's using is pissing me off.
"Ready for it? What the hell do you mean?" I ask, chuckling bitterly and crossing my arms.
"I mean that you're not ready for the information that will escape my mouth if I tell you. Emotionally you're not ready. Mentally you're not ready. Physically you're not ready." He says sternly.
"Are you fucking implying that I'm weak?" I ask coldly.
"In a way, yes, yes I am."
I always thought we'd get into a fight at some point, but I didn't think it would be now. My heart hurts, yet it's burning with anger. I want to go back home but we're supposed to stay here for a week or two. I want to be with Kawa, but I'm stuck with his stupid ass who believes I'm fucking weak. But he's not wrong... I'm weak in all categories. But hearing it from someone I love, man, that fucking hurts.
My body trembles in anger, my fists balled up as I stare at the ground. "Fuck you," I state coldly, whipping around and running out of the hotel room.
"ATSUMU!" He shouts, running after me as I head for the stairs and run down to the first floor. I don't stop running due to the sound of him following after me. "Atsumu, fucking stop right now!" He demands.
Quickly exiting the stairs, I run outside and stop at the edge of the road. Before I can take a step forward, he wraps his arms around me tightly. "LET ME GO!" I shout, tears welling in my eyes.
"No way!" He shouts back, his parents, the Ushijima's, and Tendou running outside. Hina runs over in front of me, grabbing my wet face and looking me in the eyes as I cry heavily.
"Calm down, sweetie..." She says softly.
"H-He called me weak..." I mumble, looking down at the ground and biting my bottom lip harshly, causing it to draw blood. The woman stares at her son with an intensity that I can't quite explain. He lets go of me, causing me to fall into his mom's arms.
"Kiyoomi, we need to have a talk. Now." Kazuya demands, pulling his son away inside as Tendou walks over and kneels down next to me. Both of them shush me softly as I continue crying, memories of what my family did to me washing over me like a ton of bricks. Everyone stares at us, watching with worried eyes.
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A/N: Didn't see that one coming, did you?