𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 [𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮; 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔]

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[ A t s u m u ]

Staring at the piece of paper with Sakusa's number on it, I gulp and grab my phone hesitantly. I'm sitting on my bed with my legs dangling off the edge. I don't want to call him, especially after what he said during class, but I know this is about the project. So just suck it up, Atsumu!

Holding my breath as I put his number into my phone, I press the call button and put it on speaker. Tossing my phone next to me on my bed, I grab one of my pillows and hug it tightly, waiting for him to answer.

"Took you long enough, Jesus Christ."

"Sorry..." I mumble loud enough for him to hear.

"Whatever, it's fine. Tomorrow I'm bringing you to my place to work on the project. I don't want to be in the same room with someone who fucks on a nightly basis. God, just thinking of your bedroom-"

"Shut up!" I shout, the man staying silent. "I don't want to fucking hear it, especially from someone like you! Considering how fucking smart you are, I'm surprised you believe my brother's lies!"

"What he speaks is the truth, you sell your goddamn body for money."

"Because I can't fucking pay the rent on my own, dipshit! Now... I don't have a car, you'll either have to drive me there or I'll figure out how to use the bus to get to your place." I say sternly, my heart rate spiking.

"My place is up in the mountains, you'd have to walk at least 2 miles uphill if you took the bus. So I guess I'll have to drive your sorry ass to and from. But I have a question, are you allergic to dogs?"

"No. Why?"

"I have two dogs, that's why. I know your brother is allergic, but I didn't know if you'd be as well. Anyway, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye." He then ends the call as I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Looking around my room, I frown at how poorly made it is. It's a one-bedroom apartment and I pay over $1,000 for it which is outrageous. But I can't find any other place to stay... It's all I have and I guess I have to live with that.

Feeling my stomach grumble, I stand up and walk into my kitchen/living room and open the fridge. Humming, I avoid the food and grab a soda instead. I haven't eaten in 6 days, and my body is getting mad at me for it. I've lost 20 pounds in that time frame because I walk quite a bit every day. It's only a matter of time before I faint from starvation.

Walking back over to my bedroom, I take a long drink before setting the can down on my bedside table. Sliding under the covers, I close my eyes and let sleep consume me.

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Yawning, I walk through the halls with my bag swung over my shoulder. My medication makes me a tad bit drowsy because it's a stronger anxiety pill compared to my other ones. Considering yesterday's events, taking one sounded like a good idea to keep my anxiety levels low.

Making it to science, I walk into the classroom while yawning again and sitting down at my seat. I decided to dress up a bit today, and I'll admit, having fishnet leggings under my ripped jeans does make me look slutty, but today I really don't care. I'll surely regret it if someone tries forcing themselves onto me.

I don't like what I do, I really don't. But I don't have a job and it's the only way I can pay rent. I don't have any friends so I can't stay with anyone else, that's why I had to get an apartment. The office let me take some time when I first moved in to grab some money to pay for it. That was considerate of them, they're all really nice, but that doesn't make the rent go any lower.