EP::1

"OMI-KUN!!" The blonde guy called out to the curly haired raven. The raven scoffed under his mask at his best friend sprinting at him from behind. As he hit his back he glared at him. "I bet you didn't wash your hands, also, stop running and screaming in hallways, for **** sake, you're not in highschool anymore" The blonde guy rolled his eyes as the raven ended his sentence. "Sure suuuree" He said as he started walking, the raven started walking too, beside him. The blonde guy, started going on about his morning, how his twin brother pissed him off again and all, the raven admired him and quietly just listened. Yes, He was in Love. As scared as he was to admit it, there was one obstacle. Which was ending his love story before it even started. They halted suddenly. And looked forward. There she stood. Looking pretty, having a full face of makeup, she was wearing a pretty dress. Atsumu, the blonde guy ran to her after saying "Man, sorry Omi-kun, I have a date with my queen today, gotta go, have Shoyo set for ya?" He didn't even let the curly headed Raven, Kiyoomi, respond. He opened his mouth to speak, but he disappeared before even he could. Kiyoomi's thoughts went on going. He doesn't get it. It's not about setting me the ball. It's.. something else. He sighed as Atsumu slowly disappeared from his sight. He turned beside him. Opened the door and entering the small room. It was the boys locker room. He went and opened his locker, which was beside Atsumu's. He opened his own locker and took out his sports equipment bag. Despite hating germs, Kiyoomi never really minded if Atsumu touch him. He in fact longed for it. Atsumu wouldn't get it though.. He was... straight. He then opened Atsumu's locker. How did he have access? That one time Atsumu asked to go grab something for him, and told him the code, he hasn't forgot ever since. Even this year being their second year in college, Kiyoomi thought he wasted one whole year not making moves in life. But if he did, wouldn't they think it would be weird? As Kiyoomi was the confined little sophisticated guy who was unlikely to do something like that. Moreover, he also hates crowds, germs and all that stuff. But when it came to Atsumu, everything disappeared. He was ready to give everything. Although it made him sad, it didn't matter to him, That was what He thought. He sighed as he looked at that same messy locker. He began to organise it. To be sarcastic, he couldn't WAIT for Atsumu to come and say to Kiyoomi at class hours 'OMI Y'KNOW, MY LOVE OF THE LIFE?! SHE ONCE AGAIN ORGANIZED MY LOCKER' Omi would just smile for a second beneath his mask, as he says My love of the life. Not knowing who does it, Atsumu still assumes and says that his girlfriend does it. He sighs once he's done. He looks at the sweater that's been hanging inside. He reaches out to bring it out, but stops. I'm getting late. He closed the locker and ran out the locker room taking his bag. He took his mask off halfway through the gym. Soon enough, he reached the gym and saw his fellow teammates.

As he entered the room, two very bright people came running to him. Shoyo and Bokuto. Atsumu also being a bright person, Kiyoomi always felt like he didn't belong in the team, he often had breakdowns, panic attacks, thinking about having to leave the one thing that keeps him sane, volleyball. He doesn't want to think of it, at least, wants someone to help him not to think about it. He gave Atsumu several hints, he didn't seem to get it. He got into the gym with his friends. They were the only ones who knew about Kiyoomi's feelings. Bokuto, spoke "Hey hey, Sakkun hey, did Tsum Tsum say anything today or-" "Same old Bokuto" He spoke with melancholy. The orange haired small boy spoke. "It'll be alright Omi-san! Don't worry!" Trying to give his friend assurance, knowing very well, it might not be alright. The captain spoke, ''Get to work now everyone!!" "Yes captain!"

After practice::

Kiyoomi stood outside his campus. It was time to go home now. But, he didn't want to. He never went to home after practice. At least, on the days Atsumu had dates. He was fond of going home with his mate, the person he loved. Other than that, he didn't want to. He used to wait, half an hour for Atsumu to show up. Hoping he would, knowing well, he wouldn't. Today was just like one of those days. He waited, for nothing. Half an hour passed just like that, him standing. It was now past evening, night. He'll go home now. He started walking slowly, fixing his mask. Covering his face. Another reason why he decided to go home at night, and always wear a mask, was because, he always cried when he walked home alone. He wished he wasn't, but he was.

After 15 minutes of walking, Kiyoomi was home. The name plate read 'Sakusa Residence' No he didn't live with his family anymore,he was just lazy to remove it,his family gave this home to him to live there until he settles down with a "girl" and move out. He'd rather live here the rest of his live. He opened the door to his house and placed his shoes on place perfectly before stepping in. He greeted no one after entering, he slowly walked up his room humming randomly. Turning on lights as he did. Once he reached his room, he quickly placed his bag in place and walked into the shower taking his clothes off. He turned on the warm water and closed his eyes as the water hit his body. Also washing his tears away. He scrubbed his all pale skin with light and dark moles with soap. His lights cries didn't seem to fade away in this warmth though, they stayed. And got heavier. After his shower, Kiyoomi pulled out a hoodie and sweats and wore them after drying himself. He plopped down on his bed. And started going on his phone through social media. Atsumu posted something on Instagram.. with his girlfriend. They were holding hands, and even matching rings.. He sighed deciding whether he should like it or not. He decided to just do it, he double tapped on the picture and scrolled down. After a few posts of other people, again, one of Atsumu's post popped up. He smiled, it was only Atsumu this time, he double tapped on it without thinking. He hated that he hated someone specifically. He sighed tapping on the profile of Atsumu.

@miyaa.tsumu

He wanted to talk to him. He tapped on message. He took a deep breath while typing. "Hey Miya, are you coming to practice tomorrow?" He still called him Miya sometimes. He thought he might feel uncomfortable. Soon enough, he replied. "I'll try Omi-Omi, she wants to go out tomorrow as well!" Kiyoomi sighed, typing stuff. "WHY, why is it always her?! Why can't it be me? Why can't you see it! That I love you?! Stop it, it's not about her! Come over, at least set for me" Kiyoomi stopped as his eyes started flooding with tears. He deleted every single letter. He couldn't say those to him. At least not now. He just wrote, "oh ok" He tossed his phone on his bed. He turned to his side, put his hoodie over his hed and cuddled his pillow to sleep as it wiped his tears away.

To be continued~

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