"January 10th.."
Staring down at my watch, I impatiently tapped my foot against
the floor of the subway.
4 years ago, today, with eyes filled with tears, I had waved goodbye, letting go of the only paradise I ever had.
Back then I was only 17.
Now I'm 21 years old, going to University back in Japan.
The image of the New Year fireworks still replay in my mind almost every day.
Life had been pretty mediocre after my return to London, back to regular school life and my old friend group. Me and Noah completely lost contact, though every once in a while he would like my posts on social media.
Maybe it was like reassurance, something to remind me that he was still there.
About a year after I left Japan, me and Atsumu lost touch.
While it lasted, he was a pretty ok boyfriend, he was often occupied with volleyball, but for that year he tried his best to spend the most time with me.
Even if it was long distance.
And Suna?
He hasn't spoken to me since New Years Eve,
4 whole years ago.
Osamu on the other hand, I haven't really heard from him since, hope he's doing well.
Me and Mei still talk, however she moved to the Switzerland for college.
And I couldn't care less about Himari, though according to her Instagram she moved in with her mom in New York.
My best guess is that Kita is still in Japan.
The train screeched to a halt, the sound stinging my ears.
I yawned, clutching the handle of my suitcase.
Once again I had my headphones plugged in, the music drowning out the chatter of the crowded station.
Nostalgia buzzed through my mind as my eyes adjusted to the familiar subway station, where it all started.
The interior looked a bit more modern, perhaps a renovation had taken place since I had last been here.
"Ahem." A voice cleared their throat, the figure towering over me.
A male with black curly hair stood in front of me.
Holy shit he was tall.
My jaw hung open, noticing how short I was compared to him.
He had a mask covering his face, his eyebrows furrowed in an irritated expression.
"S-Sorr-"
"Move." He grumbled.
Using his hand, he motioned me to move. I noticed a pair of black latex gloves on his hands.
People were squished next to me, so I had little to no room to move.
"Are you deaf? Move." He ordered.
"Are you stupid? I'm stuck here, just shove past me or something." I snapped.
"I'm not touching your filth." He spat.
"What did he just say?!"
The male sneered at me, he had a bag hanging off his shoulder.
"Wait I recognize that-"
It was a volleyball bag, I could recognize one from a mile away.
"You play?" I asked involuntarily.
His dark eyes widened, he looked startled by the question.
His pupils followed mine, which were glued onto his bag.
Slowly, he nodded.
"Do you?" He questioned.
I shook my head. "Someone I knew did."
He nodded, then sighed in exhaustion.
"Guess I'll just have to wait for this awful crowd to leave." He mumbled.
"Kiyoomi-San!" A cheerful voice called out to the male.
The curly head turned around, he blinked expectantly, trying to find the source of the voice.
My eyes followed him.
Now I know his name, Kiyoomi..?
"Ugh god where are you?" Kiyoomi asked aloud, pinched above the bridge of his nose.
"Over here Sakusa!" The voice called out again.
"No...wait it can't be!"
I stared in horror.
My eyes widened, and it felt like time had slowed down.
My heart felt like it was thumping outside of my chest.
A familiar blonde male stood in front of me, playfully elbowing the curly head, annoying the latter.
"Atsumu?!"
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing was able to come out.
I felt my hand tremble, as I let go of my suitcase. I seriously didn't think I would see him here, not again.
"Subway boy."
His honey brown eyes fell upon me.
His lazy smile disappeared.
Raising an eyebrow, he quickly looked away as if I was any other stranger.
My heart sank, he didn't even double take, he simply stared at me as if I was anyone else.
"How did you know I played volleyball?" Kiyoomi asked.
I jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Huh? Uh-oh your b-bag." I stuttered.
Suddenly, Atsumu's eyes were glued onto me, yet he wasn't saying a word, why?
"What brings you here?" The tall curly head questioned once again.
"U-University." I replied.
The Miya twin still stood in silence.
His eyes examined me.
"Someone has a stuttering problem."
Atsumu chuckled.
"Hm..?" Kiyoomi asked.
Atsumu shook his head.
"The way she stutters, reminds me-"
He stopped, biting his lip.
"Whatever." The setter finished.
Sakusa stared at him in curiosity.
"When are you picking up 'Samu?"
Sakusa asked, changing the subject.
My ears perked up at the sound of his name.
"He's still here too?"
Atsumu shrugged. "He'll be fine on his own."
Sakusa nodded, pulling out his phone.
"We should get going." He replied.
Atsumu nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Somewhere in my mind I had half expected the twins to move or find a different life goal, but here they were still in the Hyōgo Prefecture, playing volleyball.
Well at least Atsumu still was.
"Babe!" An enthusiastic voice called out.
I turned to look at an attractive blonde rushing up to Atsumu.
Her hair was long, falling past her waist, straightened, she wore tight jeans and a crop top, complemented by white sneakers.
She had a beautiful smile, and her bright blue eyes shimmered in the sunlight streaming into the subway station.
"How are you doing love?" Atsumu grinned, wrapping his muscular arm around the girl's waist, pulling her closer.
My heart stopped, the color in my face draining out.
The chick giggled, planting a soft kiss on Atsumu's cheek.
The female glanced at me briefly, before turning to meet Atsumu's eyes again.
Sakusa stared at them in disgust.
"You're spreading germs." He muttered.
Atsumu rolled his eyes.
He didn't even notice how distraught I looked.
Is he pretending not to know me?
I hadn't changed that much physically since the last couple years.
"So why?"
"You guys down flirting? Let's go."
Sakusa whined, checking his wrist watch.
Atsumu nodded, reaching out his hand to touch the blonde's.
She gave him a grin, while slowly moving her hair behind her ear.
The trio moved past me, the girl roughly pushing past me.
Her sweet perfume was suffocating.
With that, she disappeared, with her arm linked with Atsumu.
My jaw was still on the ground from watching it all go down.
"He doesn't remember me..."
The only reason I had returned to Japan was for college.
But now...
I just want them all
To...
Remember Me.
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