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Atsumu wasn’t afraid of things.
In fact, he was rather brave. There were only a few things that could rattle the nerves that rested inside of his body: dark rooms, heights, accidently hitting the curb whilst trying to park, blood, and dentists. Look, the thought of a stranger shoving tools in his mouth was terrifying.
Hell, he wasn’t even scared of bugs.
But maybe Atsumu was scared of more than he happened to let on.
Being an alpha, Atsumu wasn’t as scared to adventure out into the wonderful world of romance than others happened to be. After all, who would want to mess with a 6’1 athlete who looks like they could crush and deflate someone?
Nobody with common sense at least.
So, was it really his fault when this handsome alpha happened to swoop him off his feet one graceful night?
No. Not to Atsumu’s eyes at least.
In theory, Daijirō was the perfect package. Toned muscles, beautiful quads that made even Atsumu jealous, charming personality— the guy could flirt and make Atsumu’s legs shake just with a few kisses.
But his personality is what set the blonde off.
Daijirō wasn’t a bad person per say. Yeah, he could get aggressive from time to time— but that didn’t matter all that much.
Even if Atsumu would end up with a bruise or two.
Other than that, he really was a sweet guy. He’d pamper Atsumu with compliments, buy him gifts, and shower him with “love.” Maybe that’s why Atsumu stayed for so long.
But after a while, he saw that he couldn't reciprocate the feelings.
Atsumu felt trapped. Despite being an alpha, Daijirō treated him like an omega. Perhaps it was the alpha in him— but still— it was suffocating. The brunette was so possessive of Atsumu, even at home. Sometimes it would be trouble to even call Osamu— and that’s when he decided to call it off.
To sum it up, Daijirō was not happy.
And then, a fear was added onto Atsumu’s list; his very own ex boyfriend.
Recently, Atsumu has had trouble sleeping.
Anxiety is a bitch, and lately it hasn’t been leaving him the hell alone. For goodness sake, he even tried meditation. Meditation! He was getting desperate, okay?
It’s not his fault anyway.
Afterall, anybody else would freak out if they were worried about someone sneaking up on them and kidnapping them right from their bed while they're asleep.
Unless they were into that—Which Atsumu was not.
The fear set in quickly. It shouldn’t have come to him in the fear place at all considering he hadn’t seen Daijirō in almost a year. Atsumu had been living peacefully, the thought of the alpha pushed far back in his head. Sure, he thought of him from here and there; typically nothing positive and typically ended with quiet tears streaming down Atsumu’s face, but other than that, he was free.
Or so he thought.
Atsumu loved volleyball. Though, nothing was ever more relieving than scoring a point besides getting home after a long day of practice.
Practice had gone somewhat well today. They had a practice match against some local team, absolutely slamming them to the ground in terms of winning 3:0 sets against them. And so afterwards, the adrenaline from the match had soon worn off into a painful ache in his legs.
The team had sat down on the court floor after their celebratory cheers, stretching their limbs after being instructed to do so by Meian. Bokuto was paired with Hinata, and fortunately for Atsumu, he was paired with Kiyoomi.
The blonde and raven had a strange relationship. They weren’t … enemies, after all, they have to behave since they're teammates.. But they weren’t exactly friends either. Is there a word for situationships between friends? Maybe.
Ugh.
Atsumu stood behind Kiyoomi as the other lowered themself down again, spreading his legs out onto the floor as he reached his arms out to arm the ends of his toes freakishly. Atsumu shivered at the sight. Seriously, the guy’s flexibility never ceased to amaze and ick him out at the same time.
“Miya.” Kiyoomi scowled, turning his head back to look at Atsumu who had been stuck in his own head.
“Right… sorry, yer highness.” Atsumu lowered his arms down, applying pressure on Kiyoomi’s back to push him further into the stretch.
“Don’t call me that.” Atsumu only raised his arms in defense before bringing them back down again, softly subconsciously massaging the knots in the raven's back.
Kiyoomi hummed, switching sides for a good forty seconds before turning his arm around to tap Atsumu’s hands. “Sit down.”
And who was Atsumu to deny such a soft spoken request?
He got into the same position Kiyoomi was currently held in except for him, reaching the tips of his toes was not manageable. Despite that, he got to his furthest point before Kiyoomi gently pushed his knuckles down onto Atsumu’s back.
And fuck, that was a stretch.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Kiyoomi to remove his hands from him once Atsumu was done, letting out a long, dragged out sigh. At least he’d be able to tolerate walking later.
After a few more group stretches he walked off towards the locker room, grabbing a spare change of clothes from his locker, setting it on the bench before setting into the shitty showers.
Soon after he could hear the arrival of Hinata and Bokuto chatting loudly with Inunaki, seemingly praising the poor guy for almost every single receive that seemed cool. Kiyoomi had most likely entered in with the rest of them, maybe a bit earlier, but the guy was as silent as a mouse so, not hearing him wasn't unusual.
After rinsing his body off—don’t worry, he’d wash at home—he wrapped a towel around his waist, getting into slippers that he had placed outside of his shower cubicle.
“Tsum-tsum, that set during the last couple of points was super cool!!” Bokuto yipped, jumping into the setter’s point of view. “Thank ya, Bokkun. Glad ya thought so.” Atsumu chuckled, a soft rose painting the tips of his ears before he ducked towards his locker, taking the clothes he had previously pulled out and placed on the bench onto his body.
The rest of the team scattered out of the locker room, the sound of a single shower still running—which was most likely Kiyoomi’s— happened to be the only other sound other than Atsumu.
“A’ight, Omi. ‘m gonna head out now. Don’ trip on yer way back!” He called out, slinging his bag over his shoulders after receiving no response.
Whatever then. He hoped he tripped.
Atsumu always liked the sounds of nature. The sweet chill of wind passing through bushes and leaves, sending chills down his spine, or the cricket of bugs in the hot summertime. He liked the feeling of warmth; it was soothing in a way, a way that reminded him of his mother’s hugs or his brother’s brothy and savory ramen.
However, he did not like the feeling of being watched.
The sensation crept up his spine, a surge of panic rising in his before quickly taking out his phone, opening the first message he could think of.
To: Omi-Omi
Please tell me yer still inside.
Omi
OMI
😭😭
From: Omi-Omi
Yes, I’m still here.
Why?
To: Omi-Omi
Pls come outside
Like srs
Lol.
From: Omi-Omi
Are you okay?
To: Omi-Omi
JUST COME OUTSIDE PLS IM ABOIUT TO DIE
From: Omi-Omi
What? — Okay, Okay. I’m coming.
Kiyoomi wasn’t one to rush.
In fact, every step he took was precisely calculated. There was no need to rush, rushing made things worse.
So, him grabbing his bag and running out of the MSBY building was not like him.
But, could you blame him?
Atsumu wasn’t one to ask for help; everyone knew this if they talked to the blonde. He was annoyingly stubborn in a way that even despite knowing he couldn’t do something by himself, he’d insist on doing so. Kiyoomi couldn’t argue much; he was the same. Consulting others meant too many social interactions his brain had prepared him for. Not only was that anxiety inducing, it was also just straight up awkward.
Plus, if he could do it himself, why would he ask someone for himself?
Knowing that Atsumu shared a similar mindset regarding the factor… possibly for different reasons, the fact that Atsumu—stubborn, arrogant, crass, Atsumu, asked Kiyoomi for help and to come outside?
Oh god.
What was he about to get himself into?
Atsumu shifted nervously on his feet, his guard high. Anxiety pumped through his nervous system like he was a balloon inflated on way too much helium, ready to pop if one person touched him.
“Miya?–”
“HOLY SHIT!-”
Atsumu yelped, jumped around as he felt sweat trickle down the back of his neck.
“Oh my god, Omi. Warn a guy! Ya nearly gave me a heart attack!” Atsumu huffed out, slowing down his breathing as he lectured the poor boy.
“I told you I’d come outside. What’s wrong?” Kiyoomi cocked his head to the side like the ‘robot’ he is, cutting straight to the point. And damn, if that wasn’t the fucking question of the night…
Atsumu didn’t answer right away, just twitching his head in the direction he was previously walking as the two began. The walk was silent but humiliating. Hell, how was he even supposed to say it? ‘Hey, Omi. ‘m kind of scared for my life right now cause ‘m 99 percent sure ma ex if followin’ me like the freak he is.’ Pssh! Like it was that easy.
His nails dug into the beds of his nail, drawing blood as he silently cursed, looking down at his finger. Stupid habit. He needs to stop thinking.
“Miya?” Kiyoomi stopped in his tracks, looking down at the Alpha’s injured finger. “Stop picking.” He scolded, grabbing Atsumu’s sleeved arm and pulling it away from his other hand before dragging Atsumu to start up their walking yet again.
“Easier said than done…” Atsumu whispered to himself, letting him be hauled by the raven. “Sorry fer makin’ ya come out ‘n stuff.”
After a few bouts of silence, Kiyoomi exhaled, letting go of Atsumu’s arm. “Don’t be sorry, but tell me what happened.” It wasn’t a question or invitation, it was a command, a demand.
Atsumu groaned, about to back off and tell Kiyoomi to mind his business, but… dammit! He was the one who involved him! Fuck. He should've just called Osamu.
“Uhm.” Atsumu stuttered, not prepared enough to be put on the spot like this. “So… I think ‘m bein’ followed.”
“You think? Are you… not certain?”
What an asshole.
“Well, not really? ‘s hard ta explain, Omi! Ya jus’ really gotta trust me on this one.”
“That’s not very trusting.”
“Fuck ya! Whatever— ya don’ gotta believe me. I know ‘m right ‘n that’s all that matters.”
The walk back was silent. Aside from a bit of small talk about today's practice; there wasn’t much they spoke about. Thankfully, Kiyoomi didn't dig further. Honestly, it hurt a bit. Did he just really not care? What a jerk.
As the two of them entered their apartment building, Atsumu was ready to walk the other direction but before he could, the Alpha spoke up.
“You can call me if something happens, Miya.”
Atsumu stared at the man starstruck as he began to walk the other direction, offering a soft yip in agreement before he scattered off towards his apartment.
What a strange guy.
To: Omi-Omi
Y’know, if ya wanted ta take me on a date so bad ya could’ve just asked.
From: Omi-Omi
In your dreams, Miya.
Goodnight.