sweet sorrow- o. miya x reader x k. akaashi

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it was monday, we were all
at the afternoon practice. i
was sitting on the bench as
coach handed me jerseys
to give out.

coach
y/n fold the jerseys, put
them on the benches.

i did as he said as the boys
continued practicing.

i sit down on the unused bench
as coach called everyone to get
jerseys.

coach
for number 1, captain,
kita shinsuke

shinsuke gets up to grab it,
walking back to sit down hugging
the jersey close to his chest.

coach
next up, number 2 omiomi

still watching shinsuke. with tears
falling from his eyes making
everyone shocked at his
emotions

suna
i figured kita-san was basically a
robot

suna whispers to gin. i keep
staring at my crying cousin.
i was happy for him, he deserves
it after all.

after calling everyone for their
jerseys, we discussed who was
starting players now that
try outs were over. aran was going
to be our on court captain.

———

getting off my train at
1 in the morning coming
back from practices.

i was walking in the dark, music
playing from my airpods. the chill
breeze in the air.

i didn't bother calling a taxi this
late at night, i actually wanted to
walk around. passing by an old park.

three boys were fooling around,
by the sound of laughter i just
knew who they were.

i guess that one of them spotted me

atsumu
Y/NNNNN COME HERE

i turn my head to look him jogging
towards me with suna beside him.
osamu sitting on the platform for the
slide, just chilling on his phone.

y/n
hey what's up?

i say in my raspy voice after
screaming "mine" "got it"
"bring it here" "one touch"
all day at practice.

suna shakes his head picking
me up as i was over his shoulder:

suna
you not going to fight back

y/n
i'm too tired

atsumu
let's all play volleyball i see
you have a ball in your gym
bag

he takes the bag from my back
as i was still on sunas shoulder.
i stayed silent, i was quickly falling
asleep.

suna
hey y/n you good?

i don't reply back i was
sound asleep. suna walks over
to osamu who moved to
a bench. he places my body on the
cold bench. pulling the hood up
to cover my head from keijis hoodie.

my head was placed on osamus
thighs.

osamu
dude what the fuck

suna
let the girl sleep she's tired

osamu
take her home

he says whispering,
suna whispers back

suna
we're taking her ball
to play. plus we don't know
how to get her in her house.

osamu scoffs going back to his
phone. suna jogs back to atsumu
who was waiting for suna so they
could pepper.

———
osamus pov

i was on my phone but i couldn't
help look at her. she looked so peaceful
in her sleep. admiring her beauty.
it felt weird to look at her like this,
she has a boyfriend.

but i have to admit, she looks
hood for someone i hate.

i cut the thought out of my head
to go check snapchat. clicking
on sunas private story. as it goes
from his main private story
"world star" to his close
friends one "mitski +milf
whore"

it was fights going around the
school, to a picture of me on the
bench with y/n on my thighs.
"girl passed out on the guy who
hates her LMFAO 4K"

i slide up on the story to snap
suna me flipping the camera
off.