𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, haikyuu

𝟮𝟲. 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗽

SATURDAY
4:11 AM

wow. you honestly just couldn't believe it.
the man that your mother was seeing... was the father of your new friends, the miya twins.

you had spent all of friday thinking about it— worrying about it. what if your mom decided to marry their dad? then they'd be your stepbrothers. you purse your lips. that would be... really weird. and you're not entirely sure if you would like that or not. i mean, yeah, they're nice and all, but you barely even just met. and what if they'll think you're weird after moving in with you and stuff? what if they decide that they don't want anything to do with you after they become your family?

and, adding onto all the other problems you had, you couldn't find your pink hairclip!! it was just— just... gone all of a sudden❕

ah... but maybe you should talk to your mom about everything? deep down, you knew it'd be a bad idea to confront her about this— even if it was just to kindly ask— but still, there was a lingering feeling of uncertainty that was eating away at your insides. you wanted to talk to someone about it. cuz in all honesty, you had kind of been avoiding the groupchat and the private messages between you and your friends... there was just too much on your mind right now to have to worry about social things. the boys— they all knew about it, too. and you were steering clear of anything related to the miya twins.

you were nervous. really, reeeeally nervous.

and so here you are, at 4 in the damn morning on the last saturday before springbreak ends and you start at your new school, fukurodani. you couldn't sleep all night, faint eyebags lining the under areas of your e/c eyes. what were you going to do?

not gonna lie, you were somewhat tempted to pull up your messages and text bokuto. you felt really safe around him, like you could do anything around him and he wouldn't judge you. and he was really nice and sweet while you were all stargazing. but with that being said... you also wanted to talk with shouyou, semi, tendou, ushi, kuroo, akaashi, kenma... heck, you even wanted to check in on sakusa; see how he's doing. you were so fond of them all.

you sigh softly to yourself, curling up in your pastel blankets as you squish a rilakkuma bear close to your chest, nibbling on your bottom lip as you ponder to yourself. during the playground trip, sakusa had been sitting by himself the whole entire time near the top of a red slide. he complained about the large group of people, begrudgingly choosing to sit on the playplace rather than on the mulch. though, he was a bit upset that he had to touch the same material that countless, germ-filled children rubbed all over...

ah, would he even be awake?? you nervously asked yourself, but then thought that yes, maybe he would be. i mean, he did call you at 3 in the morning that one time...

changed kiyoomi 😷 to omi

omi
today | 4:13 am

lysol
hey kiyoomi...

lysol
r u awake...?

you set your phone down against your bed, permitting the screen to fade to black as you shove your face into your damp pillow. was it pathetic to say that you had been crying? it wasn't supposed to be like this, it really wasn't. it had started with just the whole miya twins issue, but then worries and doubts just kept on piling on you... and suddenly, tears had started rolling down your heated cheeks.