Nothing Happened

by 2_sumii

Summary:

Miya: how can you act like we’re just that?
Miya: don’t you feel a bit of guilt at least Omi?
Miya: did it really mean that little to you?
Miya: I want to talk in person

Chapter 1: Kiyoomi POV

Summary:

Miya: how can you act like we’re just that?

Miya: don’t you feel a bit of guilt at least Omi?

Miya: did it really mean that little to you?

Miya: I want to talk in person

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I’m dreaming, right? There’s no possible way that he of all people is now on the same team as me. Miya Atsumu is on the same team as me. Great, that just makes everything amazing, doesn’t it. I’m ecstatic.

Even after all of these years apart, I still can’t stand the sight of him. That messy bleached hair, that array of freckles scattered across sun kissed skin, those honey brown eyes, that smug smirk spread across those perfect lips.. wait. What am I thinking? What’s wrong with me? I hate him, don’t I? He’s nothing but another loud mouthed attention seeker. Nothing extraordinary or unique. So why.. can’t I just act like nothing happened during the youth intensive?

Suddenly, I’m snapped back to reality as I hear Coach Foster’s amicable tone booming throughout the gym.

“Sakusa! Just on time, since you’re new I should probably introduce you to the others, you might even recognise someone!”

Oh I recognise someone alright. But much to my surprise, Atsumu’s wasn’t the only familiar face, Bokuto and Hinata were here too. I mean, it was a no brainer both of them would go pro, I just didn’t expect them to be on the same team as me. There goes my peace and sanity.

“Yeah, a few faces.”

“That’s great! So it’ll be easy to connect with the team!”

“Yeah..”

After all the introductions and pleasantries concluded, I knew one thing was for sure. This was definitely my worst decision in a while. Unfortunately, Motoya isn’t on my side this time.

“How could you say that! They’re literally one of the closest knit teams! That’s great, maybe you can finally make a friend Kiyo.”

Sure, I knew about their reputation about being close, but I just thought that would mean better performance on the court not this. If I knew I would be invited to bars every other night I would have never joined the team. Bars aren’t exactly my scene, but at least I can turn them down because I’m the new recruit.

To be completely honest, I think Bokuto and Hinata are a bit scared of me, I wasn’t exactly the best person in high school, and that’s something Komori will not let me live down. Miya, on the other hand, doesn’t have a care in the world. Always leaving lingering touches, always teasing, always whining, I’ve noticed he’s quite a persistent character, and not to mention extremely stubborn. However, I’ve made one more observation. He likes an audience.

Also, pause. Did he just say ‘ finally make a friend’? I have friends. What does he take me for? I’m not a complete loner you know.

“You better try socialise this time, I’ll literally be asking Inunaki for updates on your progress.”

“My progress ? What the hell, are you my mother or something?”

“Might as well be, but I want you to keep me updated too!”

This was going to be hell.

“Fine I guess.”

“Wow, just like that!? Are you an alien? What did you do to Kiyoomi?”

“You’re hilarious Motoya.”

I replied in that flat tone that annoys Motoya before hanging up. I needed time to relax before I commit a felony, and to my luck I’ve just been added to the team group chat by Meian.

Meian was one of the few I could actually have a proper conversation with without feeling the need to tear open my skin. Him, Tomas and Barnes were the calmest among the team and the most reasonable, and thinking back now, maybe I shouldn’t have shared my personal number. I should get to saving these numbers though.

 

Miya: oh my god you actually got Sakusa to give you his number?

Miya: I’m impressed

Bokuto: YOU REALLY GOT HIM TO AGREE

Hinata: HOW

Meian: The trick is to not be annoying

Miya: hey what are you trying to say

Miya: I’m very not annoying

Bokuto: yeah me neither :(

Hinata: me too! :(

Barnes: Yeah, sure

Barnes: It was nice meeting you today Sakusa, I hope you warm up to us and work well!

Sakusa: Thank you I will

Meian: Sorry the others are probably busy right now but they’re usually more active

Sakusa: That’s fine I’m not exactly active either

Miya: shame

Miya: but don’t really expect different from you

Meian: Do you two know each other?

Sakusa: Yeah from high school

Miya: we were together in a few training camps and matches

Meian: Is there anyone else you know from highschool on the team?

Sakusa: Just Bokuto and Hinata

Bokuto: YEAH SAKUSA IS A REALLY GOOD PLAYER

Hinata: HIS SPIKES ARE INSANE

Meian: That’s great to hear! It shouldn’t be hard to get on with the team then

Sakusa: I guess

Sakusa: I have to go now though I have some errands to run

Meian: Ah ok

Meian: See you at practice tomorrow then

Hinata: awh man

Miya: oh?

Miya: what do you have to do Omi?

Meian: Leave him alone Atsumu

Meian: He literally just joined the team give him a break

Miya: fine fine see ya at practice Omi

Sakusa: Don’t call me that

Sakusa: See you

 

Thank god I got out of that. I already know I’ll have to mute this group, just from this I can tell I’ll be getting a myriad of messages every second.

1 new message from Miya

Oh.

 

Miya: how can you act like we’re just that?

Miya: don’t you feel a bit of guilt at least Omi?

Miya: did it really mean that little to you?

Miya: I want to talk in person

 

Shit.

Notes:

Good luck Sakusa 😓

Thank you for reading Chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed the next chapter.

Chapter 2: Atsumu POV

Summary:

Miya: how can you act like we’re just that?
Miya: don’t you feel a bit of guilt at least Omi?
Miya: did it really mean that little to you?
Miya: I want to talk in person

Our eyes locked across the gym. It couldn’t be him, right? No. There were definitely others with the same dark hooded eyes, the same black curly hair, the same two moles above their brow, the same fair skin. Could be just another Korean-Japanese man, there isn’t only one in the country.

Unfortunately, my concerns were confirmed when I saw him walk towards us after Coach Foster called him over. I felt myself freeze up. I had to be dreaming. I mean he’s been avoiding me since our second year of high school, so why would he be here of all places? The one place where he would have to see me everyday.

Practice resumed after coach introduced everyone to him. I hate myself for not being able to take my eyes off of him, he’s definitely caught me staring, but I don’t even care anymore. You’d react the same way if your first love ghosts you for seven years and acts like nothing happened.

Sakusa Kiyoomi. Will I ever understand you? Are you over it? Do you hate me more now? Are you ashamed of me? What do you want me to think? Should I care this much?

“Yo! Tsum-Tsum, you’re zoning out, you good?”
I’ll admit maybe I overreacted by shooting up like that.
“Woah! Didn’t mean to scare you!”
At least it was Bokuto and not one of the more observant ones.
“Sorry, I haven’t gotten enough rest.”
“Nah, it’s ok man. Meian was asking if you had Sakusa’s number so we can add him to the group chat.”
“No, sorry, I don’t.”
“Awh, ok, I’ll tell him.”
And with that Bokuto bounded away.

I really need to get back on my meds.

I shouldn’t be this on edge. He’s just a teammate now, what’s the issue? I don’t care that he’s trying to act nonchalant and unaffected. Yeah. I don’t. And.. maybe it’s not that bad? Maybe us being teammates isn’t the end of the world. Just maybe.

Osamu is definitely hearing me rant about this.

As practice comes to an end, we gradually make our way to the locker room. The usual conversation flooding the room, but even now, I can’t help but glance at him every now and then. What’s wrong with me? I need to get a grip. Swiftly, I get changed, stuffing everything in my bag before giving a few rushed goodbyes and bows.

Stepping outside in the chill September breeze was just what I needed. It was freeing. An escape from that stuffy, cramped locker room with Sakusa Kiyoomi. Heading towards my car, I took my phone out and begun to call Osamu. He tends to take a while to answer his phone, and that’s just enough time for me to settle in the driver’s seat.

When he picks up, I go into an immediate ramble skipping all greetings. I realise how quick I’m speaking, but once it’s all out, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Let’s just hope he understood everything because I am not repeating all of that.

“Well hello to you too, and are ya fucking serious?”
Osamu asks with an undertone of irritation mixed with worry.
“Yer still stuck on that?”
It made it really feel like my worries were pathetic.
“Come on Samu, ’m being serious.”
Thank god my camera wasn’t on so he wouldn’t have to see me fighting back tears.
“Fine, ‘m sorry. Ok? He was your first kiss, I guess, and the same first kiss that ghosted you for like 7 years. I’s say it’s best to try talk to ‘im about it, text ‘im to meet up and talk in person.”
“Wow Samu, like I didn’t think of that.”
“Then do it ya scrub.”
Before I could get another word in, he hung up. Asshole. Although.. maybe he’s right.

That’s why, right now, I’ve brought myself to text him after getting his number through the group chat. Was this the right thing to do?

Miya: how can you act like we’re just that?
Miya: don’t you feel a bit of guilt at least Omi?
Miya: did it really mean that little to you?
Miya: I want to talk in person

There. I sent it. I can’t tell if a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders or if I’ve just picked up another tonne.

Sakusa: Ok.

Oh god. That message sounds worse than the four I just sent combined.

Miya: can you meet right now?

Sakusa: Yeah meet me at the fountain

I’m really doing this. I just hope I actually get answers.

There used to be a time where I would be crying into my pillow in the middle of the night, silently cursing myself for even letting it happen. Maybe I was just dramatic, but I couldn’t even bring myself to search for any form of solace. Other nights would blind me with rage, when I was alone I’d punch my pillow and scream into it, every match I had to bare with him was hell. He avoided me like the plague, avoided all questions and would visibly get uneasy whenever I was mentioned around him.

Nonetheless, I’m matured now. I’m not the same person I was back in high school and I hope I never become that person again. To be quite frank, I was a dick back then, and I’ll admit, still am, but definitely to a lesser extreme. I was also an emotional wreck. I’d like to think I’ve gotten better, and this may be my chance to prove it to myself. If I don’t have a meltdown half way through.

Notes:

Expect Chapter 3 soon! I’ve started it and should be able to get it done in a few days if school doesn’t get in the way too much.

Thank you for reading chapter 2!

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed, there will be more each chapter will switch POVs.