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inarizaki + itachiyama gc !!
0jiro.aran : guys
an unknown number just sent me a video
the thumbnail has atsumu and sakusa
kitashinsuke : What is it about?
miya.osa : oh god im scared
komorimotorolatoya : SAMU 😭
.sunarin : don’t be like that
it might be something interesting
(aran send it to me plsplspls)
0jiro.aran : it said it wanted me to livestream it here
like in this gc
it said i have to watch it with you guys
iizunatsukasa01 : Okay. Send it.
komorimotorolatoya : wait guys is this gonna be like those freaky livestreams from 2020 where kiyo was toxic and atsumu was barry bee benson
iizunatsukasa01 : SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Ojiro Aran has sent one attachment. [150 MB]
gin.hito : wtf is that thumbnail
michikagi : is that atsumu hugging SAKUSA??
oomimi_ren : oh lord.
Livestream starting…
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The screen was completely black. All that could be heard was a piano in the background— it was being played beautifully. Suddenly— Atsumu popped up, facing away from the screen. He was walking away from the camera in a meadow full of flowers and long, thick grass. A gorgeous white poet shirt hung loosely off of his body, swaying with the wind. “Is there anybody listenin’?” The boy asked, turning to face the camera. He stared into nothing as the camera zoomed into his face. “Eager words are makin’ me an awful mess. Ya say ye need me.. we’re runnin’ outta time.” His hands fidgeted with each other as a nervous, almost scared look crept up onto his face. The video faded to another scene where Atsumu, who was walking on an abandoned road, had a different look in his eyes. This time it wasn’t fear— it was something akin to anger. It was dark out— the stars were shining brightly behind the streetlights. “I guess I fear the fear of consequence. Ye say ye’ll leave me..” The setter stopped. He stared into the camera, his blond hair catching the moonlight. “But ya’ll be sorry.” He looked almost majestic— if it weren’t for the dark glint in his eyes.
The screen swapped to a clip of Atsumu and his ex-girlfriend. She had Atsumu’s wrist trapped in his grip, dragging the boy further into a graveyard. “Ye are makin’ me uneasy,” the blond said, on the verge of tears. He could have pushed her off, but he didn’t want to hurt her. “Ya make me want to scream.” The woman spoke, rolling her eyes at how pathetic her ex-boyfriend is. “I wish I was a dumb popstar so the words wouldn’t matter to you.” Am I living an illusion? Atsumu thought before the video changed to him crying, running in the woods. He was in the same renaissance shirt as earlier— but it was torn at the side. Mud smeared across the front, and stray twigs and leaves stuck to his hair as he ran. Purple finger-shaped bruises decorated his wrist. “I wanna run away! Run away, run away.. I feel like I’m losing control.” He finally stopped, panting. His legs suddenly collapsed, sending him to the ground. “Maybe I should let myself go.. cause this is so predictable,” he sobbed.
The screen faded to Kiyoomi. He was sitting on his bed, curled up into a fetal position. His eyes darted around the room, trying to find something that wasn’t there. “Is there something that I’m missing? My walls are caving in..” Suddenly, the door swung open. It was his ex-boyfriend. He’d broken up with him last week— but he’d been harassing Kiyoomi, using the fact his parents liked him as an excuse to constantly be in his house. His lips moved. He looked angry, but Kiyoomi couldn’t hear anything. All he could hear were his own racing thoughts and the blood rushing in his ears. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying,” the spiker said quietly. He doubted the man even heard it over his own screaming. It seemed he did when his face got even angrier, walking toward Kiyoomi in long strides just to swing at him. ‘I’m afraid of giving in!’ The curly-haired boy thought, shifting backwards until his back hit the wall. “You are making me uneasy— you make me want to scream!” His words had little effect on the man, who’d simply rolled his eyes. “I wish I was a dumb popstar so the words wouldn’t matter to you.” It was at that very moment Kiyoomi knew that he’d die in that house if he didn’t run. His eyes darted around, looking for any openings. Just when the man thought he’d given up, the spiker kicked him in the crotch and ran. “Am I living an illusion?” The boy asked nobody in particular, running toward the one place he knew someone would believe him. “I gotta run away, run away! Run away.. I feel like I’m losing control.”
Maybe I should let myself go, cause this is so predictable. He ran into the forest, dodging trees and bushes as if he’d done this before. “I gotta run away, run away, little time left to run away, every time I get somewhere I wanna run away, run away!” Kiyoomi said, moving from place to place. “I feel like I’m losing.”
The screen switched to Atsumu, who’d been running in the exact direction Kiyoomi had been. “I gotta run away, run away.. little time left ta run away, every time I get somewhere I gotta run away, run away.” The blond looked backward constantly, paranoid the woman was following him. “I feel like I’m losing control.”
The two finally met at a tree stump. Their initials were carved into it with a heart— and they immediately hugged the second they saw each other. Kiyoomi paid no mind to the dirt and twigs on his boyfriend— he just held him tightly in his embrace. “Maybe I should let myself go,” Kiyoomi started. “Cause this is so predictable?” Atsumu finished. Police sirens could be heard in the background as the screen faded to black.
inarizaki + itachiyama gc !!
gin.hitoo : THEYRE DATING??
IS THIS THEIR WAY OF COMING OUT?
michikagi : toshi that isnt our concern right now.
0jiro.aran : ..
komorimotorolatoya : what the fuck..
miya.osa : i’m gonna fucking kill her.