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The park was empty around this time.
It was late, and you sat on the swings, listening to the crickets chirping and the noise of the wind, blowing through your hair.
It was almost midnight, but being alone in the park felt rather calming.
"I've only been here to about 2 weeks and so much has already happened..."
You thought.
Your life had been quite eventful for the last few weeks, and honestly it felt a bit overwhelming at times.
Suddenly you heard the sound of footsteps.
You quickly hopped off of your swing and looked around cautiously.
"I really really hope I don't get kidnapped tonight."
Suddenly, a tall figure walked into the park. It was too dark to make out who they were, but they seemed to be heading right towards you.
You froze, not being able to move.
You gripped your phone like a weapon. It wasn't like it could protect you anyways.
Suddenly the figure stopped walking.
"Huh? Last time I checked kidnappers don't wait for you to run."
You stood by the swings, shivering.
Who was this person?
They took a couple steps forward, away from the shade of the trees.
The moonlight illuminated the figure's face.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?"
Your jaw dropped as you realized who the creepy figure was.
"O-Osamu?!"
You were hoping to be a little louder, but your voice came out as a whisper.
"(y/n)?"
He asked. You could now see his grey hair and dark eyes.
He looked exhausted.
"I...what are you doing here?"
You asked, as you slowly sat back down on the swings.
"I could ask you the same thing."
It was funny to you how Osamu always sounded very unimpressed.
Well after all it wasn't like he really cared about anything other than volleyball.
"Just sitting here I guess."
You replied. Why did conversations between you two have to be so awkward?
He seemed to be such a blabbermouth when he was drunk, but right now he was dead silent.
He didn't explain why he was here, but instead he sat down at a nearby bench. That's when you noticed him carrying a grocery bag. He took out a piece of sushi and stuffed it in his mouth.
Not knowing what else to say, you put in your headphones and tried to distract yourself.
The sky was mostly clear and you could see the moon peak out through a couple scattered clouds.
It was beautiful to look at.
"The park hits different in the night."
Osamu suddenly said.
You quickly looked away from the sky and took out one of your earbuds.
"Ya, it does doesn't it?"
"You know this is kinda random but-
Osamu paused.
"Well...?"
You waited for his answer.
He took a deep breath.
"It's weird to me how you're not all over my brother. I'm not saying every girl loves him, he's been rejected before. It's just- you seem like the type to fall for his dumbass. So why not?"
It took you a moment to process everything Osamu said. It was quite a strange question.
"I really don't think it's that hard to understand. I just don't have feelings for him."
You answered.
"He talks about you a lot.
I just- usually when he mentions a girl a lot they like him back. But you don't."
Osamu explained. It was strange seeing him be so awkward.
You shrugged.
"I'm not special. Your brother just needs to get used to not everyone loving him. His ego makes him think he is likable, but it all honesty, he isn't."
Osamu's jaw dropped.
Then he started hysterically laughing.
"That's the first time I heard that one!"
You looked at him, confused.
He suddenly stopped laughing and you saw his normally serious face again.
"You're right. That asshole just can't get over himself. He's so lucky he has me around to keep track of him."
Osamu chuckled.
"Ya he is. You seem to be a good sibling."
You said, a small smile crossed your face.
"You think so?"
"Mhm."
Osamu's expression stayed the same. Though his eyes made it clear that he had never been called a good sibling.
"Does it hurt you to smile?"
You asked, a smug grin was plastered on your face.
"No you idiot. There's just nothing to smile at."
Osamu rolled his eyes.
"If you wanna see someone smile, go find my brother. He's real good at those."
"Nah, I don't call that a smile. Atsumu only smirks."
This made Osamu laugh.
"You got that right."
He said as he stood up, and headed towards the entrance of the park.
"Also (y/n) do me a favor." Osamu called out.
"I'm listening."
You said, walking closer towards him, trying to hear him better.
"Tell Himari to chill out will you? I think you're friends with her and she's wayyy too obsessed with Atsumu. He doesn't like that shit."
Osamu finally said, as he disappeared down the sidewalk.
"Huh? Himari is obsessed? With Atsumu? When did this happen?"
You stood at the park entrance, a perplexed expression on your face.
You guessed it made sense. She did seem to always be looking for him. But it wasn't your business to tell her to back off. Atsumu could tell her himself.
You scoffed.
"Atsumu loves having fans but hates it if they obsess over him."
One thing was clear.
You had never met someone as complicated as Miya Atsumu.
Before you knew it, the school week had started.
You and Suna hadn't spoken in a couple days, and you finally decided to forget about the party and go talk to him.
You turned the corner to your class, a big smile already on your face. You were ready to greet Suna.
Suddenly, you stopped cold.
Why did you freeze up like that?
You could feel your jaw drop, but you couldn't say anything.
From the front of the classroom you could see Suna talking to Yuma?!
The same girl from the lunch incident.
However it wasn't just talking.
She had her arms resting at the back of his neck, and was happily giggling.
You could spot Suna smiling too.
"Is he grabbing her waist?!"
Why were you reacting like this? And what was this weird feeling in your stomach? It doesn't matter what Suna does with his life. Right?
You slowly approached your desk, trying your best to avoid Yuma and Suna.
As you sat down, you and Suna made eye contact.
His eyes widened and he quickly let go of Yuma's waist.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Nothing, the bell's gonna ring soon, you should head back to your class." Suna reasoned as he sat down at his desk.
His cheeks were bright red and he was trying his best not to look at you.
"Ok...meet me after school."
She replied as she grabbed her backpack and exited the class.
"Hey Suna. How've you been?"
You asked as casually as possible.
"I'm fine I guess."
He replied.
Not even a smile?
"Suna seems so cold..?"
"Oh alright then. Wanna walk home together?"
"Can't. Got practice."
"Oh..."
Something has definitely changed. And it wasn't just about Suna having a thing with Yuma. He must have been really hurt about you not talking to him earlier that week.
There was about 3 minutes til class started, and you still hadn't been able to get another word in with Suna.
What was going on?
This wasn't just Suna hiding his emotions, he was acting so distant. You felt frustrated, but tried your best to keep a calm face.
Suna definitely has something on his mind.
But you weren't sure what is was.