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chapter nineteen

when it’s too late

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TWO DAYS LATER…

[THE FOUR IDIOTS’ APARTMENT, 6:55PM]

Kiyoomi only watched as your eyes became melancholier, as if it were not already in the first place, the longer you stared at the screen of his phone. Probably rereading his conversation with Atsumu, he thinks. Initially, he wasn’t really planning on showing it to you but just like any other day, you decided to be the whipped soulmate (or more like an idiot, at least to him) you were, all while saying “Atsumu is important to me, should I really leave this apartment while not making amends with him?” He almost retched, is this girl really fixated on becoming a saint? How could someone be this lenient? He has no idea. And so, he showed you– that even after all this time, the piss-haired boy will remain as he is; that no matter how many years may pass, Miya Atsumu will be Miya Atsumu.

And he was the exact opposite of you: he was self-centered, conceited, prideful, juvenile, and so many more that it would take Kiyoomi more than a day to list all the things he detested from the boy. He can only remember how much he loathed the boy upon their first proper meeting; not that he likes meeting new people anyway. Kiyoomi was no genius but he knew, right at that moment, that Atsumu was far from being the ‘knight-in-shining-armor’ soulmate his dearest sister was so engrossed to have.

Kiyoomi also knew that he was not the best brother in the world; hell, he is way too far from being a good one even. He couldn’t care less if you have an admirer from afar (like that Iwaizumi who seems to be around you all the time these days), nor when you finally get yourself a suitable boyfriend, not even when you finally get wedded to someone. He wasn’t overprotective… or at least that’s what he believed. But he was only human, after all– now that he contemplates about it, he realizes that he isn’t really fond of seeing you cry.

“Stop hurting yourself over and over again, you fool of a sister,” he said, clicking his tongue afterwards and grabbing your bags after hearing your father call from downstairs, “Know your worth a little, will you? It’s kind of painful for me to watch you get hurt too, you know. It’s not just mom and dad.”

And with that, he left the room, leaving you to tend to your other belongings and perhaps, say goodbye to this little house that managed to etch itself to your heart. Compared to your childhood home, it wasn’t enough to make you sob your heart out dry. But for some reason, tears still found its way on the corner of your eyes as you remembered the fond memories you’ve made here with your boys – the moment you stumbled upon this house when you four were trying to find a place to stay, the smile on your face when you decided that this was the one (cue Atsumu literally hauling you three towards the agent to settle the down payment), the moving day when Kiyoomi and Osamu brawled for the first time in their lives because they both wanted that bedroom that was the only one downstairs, “to be away from the idiot disease” as what they said. You can only wonder if you could make new memories as happy as those in your future home.

“Ah… you really are a fool of a sister, YN,” you whispered to yourself, wiping the tears away and getting the last of your things before proceeding downstairs, finding your father standing by the front door, arms crossed with a face mask adorning his face (you never really questioned where your brother got his traits, it was as clear as the day), “Kiyoomi is already in the car but I think you should bid Osamu-kun a proper farewell first. He’s in the kitchen. We’ll be waiting so just take your time.”

You nodded before proceeding to the said area, finding the gray-haired with his arms already wide open. Your lips quivered before jumping at him, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“We’ll still be seeing each other at school, you damn gorilla,” he chuckled before burying his face in your neck. You clicked your tongue, pouting at his very much realistic reply, “But it’s different! Eating breakfasts together, going to school together, going home together… and drinking wine until we’re brains out! I’m pretty sure my dad won’t let me do that at his house!”

He cackled, releasing you from his hold and flicking you on your forehead, “what an alcoholic woman! Are you sure you’re going to be a student in a prestige university abroad? You’ll be left behind by your classmates if you keep on prioritizing your wines before your studies.”

“Hah! You’ll see, Osamu. Those red wines will be the reason I even become one of the most famous writers in the world. You better wait and I’ll release an autobiography saying a man named Miya Osamu used to bully me to death,” you huffed, smirking after you saw him stare at you in disbelief. Your smile gradually disappeared upon the realization that the center of your heart was not home… even when I’m already leaving, huh?

Osamu frowned as well, scratching the back of his neck because of the sudden silence that indicated your little recognition, “I’m sorry. I told him to go home before 7 but…”

“It’s fine, Samu. We’re still not in the best terms so it’s probably better this way – a more peaceful way of farewell, you know? No fighting or anything else. Besides, I couldn’t tell him anything about my moving, scholarship, and so many things,” The lad didn’t miss the way you quickly wiped your tears away though. Damn you, Atsumu, why are you always making her cry, he thought.

“I’ll see you at school then, Samu. I’ll miss the dinners you cook,” you smiled, walking quietly outside, and shutting the front door. At the same time, a chime resonated from your phone that was in your pocket. Opening it, you released a long sigh… of relief? of anxiety? You didn’t know.

[Haji, 7:15PM]: I did it, YN. My thread, it’s… black.

You looked up at the night sky, finding stars twinkling as if they were gazing back at you.

Should I start moving on too, Haji?

[TOKYO UNIVERSITY, 7:20PM]

For the umpteenth time this week, Atsumu heaved yet another deep sigh, hands weaving itself with his hair to ruffle it out of frustration. Today, he couldn’t care less about the girls lurking around the university gym… because for the umpteenth time this week as well, his twin brother expressed his disappointment towards the boy, leaving him in the said place with the same words he had uttered yesterday and even the day before that, accompanied by a threat this time: “You’re such an immature asshole I wouldn’t be surprised if YN finally gives up on being your friend. You better come home before 7PM or else, I will drag you by your feet with my own two hands.”

Clicking his tongue, he grabbed another ball, gripping it so hard his nails almost left a dent on it. 7PM? He only scoffs. No, he won’t go home yet. He doesn’t care if Osamu gets furious at him and drags him nor if you give up on your friendship; all he thinks right now is that he wants to spike this ball straight onto the other side of the court, make it burst if it was even possible. It wasn’t his fault he got mad at you, he’s entitled to his feelings; he’s right, Kiyoomi’s mistaken… you shouldn’t have promised something you would just break in a span of less than thirty seconds. You shouldn’t hav–

But is it really her fault though? A voice in his head refuted him, or is it just because you’re really an immature asshole who can’t be happy for her?

Of course, it’s her fault, he argues. Immature? Him? He’s almost twenty-two, for god’s sake! He has been living in this world for more than two decades, how could Osamu call him underdeveloped? He swears he’s going to give his twin brother a good punch or two once he gets home.

… But she’s just trying to reach for her dreams, why are you not supporting her? She always does that when it comes to you, doesn’t she? Or have you already forgotten?

And at that, everything went perfectly still. The sound of the ball falling from his hands resonated throughout the quiet gym. Even with just hearing words from something or someone he can’t even identify, Atsumu felt as if he was hit on his head with a ton of bricks.

“E-eh…? W-why… why am I crying?” He whispered, fingers going up to touch his cheeks and furrowing his eyebrows when he felt the dampness of the said area.

Because you know you don’t deserve her. You know that it’s your fault. It has ALWAYS been your fault.

“Shut up,” he said to no one, plopping down the floor while he clutched his ears this time to shut the voice out. As it kept talking, he tried hitting his head with his hand, tried talking over it, tried retorting savage remarks back; however, everything was futile for it kept talking, kept torturing his mind with nothing but the truth.

You hurt her, then apologize, then do it again. What are you playing, a tug-of-war? How selfish of you, Miya Atsumu! Are you really her best friend?

“Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!” He screamed, his throat feeling as if it was getting scratched from the rawness of his voice. There was no way he was gonna have a voice tomorrow.

You’re so aggravated whenever you think about losing YN, are you sure you’re not in love with her or something? Yanno… have you never thought about the fact that maybe she’s your sou–

“Atsumu-kun! Wake up!” A voice yelled while grabbing him by his shoulders and shaking him awake, finally bringing him out of his… dream? Was that even considered a dream? Because Atsumu was sure as hell that what happened was just plain torture to him.

“Are you okay, Atsumu-kun? You were having a nightmare,” turning to the girl who kept her hold on him, he finds Yui, who was looking back at him as if he lost the screws in his head. He starts to believe that he, in fact, did after all that weirdness. After all, who in the world would randomly just fall asleep in the middle of an empty gym then proceed to have a nightmare while on it. Surely, there would be no one except for him. How in the world did it happen anyway? As far as he could remember, he was just practicing his serves and tosses a while ago.

“Yui, why are you still here? It’s getting late,” he asks the girl whose eyes just lit up, for some reason, at his question before lifting her hand up and showing… what? She continued to smile though and waved the same hand right in front of Atsumu’s face, much to his slight annoyance. He wasn’t really in the best mood to play guessing games right now, so he only sighs exasperatedly, “Just get to the point, Yui-chan. I’m feeling the exhaustion now.”

“I told you before that I could see my thread, right? Well, it turned black! Me and my soulmate met up a while ago and turns out, he was a Moira, so we performed the mini ritual, which is so weird by the way, before cutting it. He said one of us has to ‘affirm’ their desire to cut the thread, so I did! As far as I know, based on my previous researches about soulmates, it doesn’t really matter because the ‘gods’ know the deepest desires of our hearts but you know, I don’t really care because I’m free!” She exclaimed, squealing afterwards, and flinging her arms around Atsumu’s neck to give him a hug. But the boy stayed still and gaped because how can someone afford to be happy at this situation? His arms remained motionless at his sides, confusing him; wasn’t he just itching to have this weeks ago? In fact, he was just dreaming about it about three days ago. So why? Why couldn’t he bring himself to hug her back?

“Your soulmate cut it. How can you be happy, Yui-chan….?” Before he knew it, his mouth spoke for him faster than his brain could process. He removed himself from the girl’s embrace, watching as confusion begin to form on her face; though it only took her milliseconds before an odd smile showed up on her face once more.

“Because that means I could finally date you without feeling guilty for my soulmate, silly!”

Atsumu felt like a hundred years had passed in just a single night and yet again, he sighed. If anyone sees him right now, they will probably laugh at his rather pathetic-looking state. Never in his life has he felt this exhausted, not even when Kita Shinsuke would force him to do an unreasonable number of receives and then make him clean the whole gym with the said captain; no, not even that could beat this fatigue and strangely, it makes him miss the captain.

Maybe he should’ve just gone home before 7PM, like Osamu said. He then shudders as he remembers that he still has to face his twin’s wrath.

“Can’t I just go back to being a toddler… like the brats that have no problem in the world?” He whines to himself quietly, relief spreading throughout his whole body as he sees your shared apartment; can already smell the meal Osamu cooked for you four; can visualize the disgusted look your brother will give him once he enters the house, all sweaty and gross-looking. Though, he thinks it’s odd that upon looking at the window of your room and Kiyoomi’s, he finds that they weren’t lit up unlike the usual. Maybe they’re already asleep, he shrugs given that you both love getting your beauty rest as much as you can. Twins, you are.

As careful as possible, he opens the front door, wincing when it makes a sound that would possibly wake up the very sensitive ears of Sakusa Kiyoomi from his room downstairs.

“Don’t bother trying to be quiet, Atsumu. You’re not going to wake anyone up in this house,” The voice of Osamu startles him. Fastly recovering from the mini-scare, he turns to his twin to glare while clutching his chest in hopes to calm his heart down, only to stop when he finds his brother glowering at him with a much worse scowl on his face.

“Samu, I’m sorry. I just got caught up with som–”

“You know, Tsumu, it’s kind of ironic, don’t you think? You always come around when it’s already too late,” Osamu speaks, trying to find the right words to say, “YN and Kiyoomi… they left and went back to their parents’ home. They will be staying there until YN and her mom leaves for abroad which would be in less than a month, right after this semester ends.”

Miya Atsumu was self-centered, conceited, prideful, juvenile, and so many more that it would take Kiyoomi more than a day to list all the things he detested from the boy. He didn’t care if you gave up and break off your friendship with him… at least that’s what he believed. But like Sakusa Kiyoomi, he was also human – and at that moment, as his brother stares at him and waits for a reply, he only stays still. Why is it that instead of the volleyball he was holding at the gym moments ago, it’s his heart that’s about to burst?

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if fate permits

chapter eighteen

letting go

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“So, are we actually gonna address the elephant in the room?” Iwaizumi asks, breaking the silence that has been present the moment you’ve arrived in the small ramen place he had suggested to go to. Apparently, Oikawa Tooru recommended this place to him, all while sulking about how he used to love this restaurant until his most recent ex-lover broke up with him here. You felt pity for the lad, of course, since Hajime said that the girl broke up due to the chocolate-haired boy’s “too much” love and passion for his sport. But your companion right now assured you and said to not worry… because “Tooru can move on as fast as he falls in love.”

Going back to the present, Hajime felt like he already had his hundredth bite of the meal he ordered and you two have yet to have a decent conversation about the miseries of your own love stories. Still, the food was great, and he thinks you think so too, judging by the way your eyes seemed to light up a little bit right after you had your first bite. Gotta thank that Trashykawa for doing something good this time, he thought before smiling to himself, proud.

“You know, if it weren’t for Atsumu, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to widen my fortes when it comes to writing and I wouldn’t have met new people, including you. But ever since everything spiraled into this mess, I’ve been wondering if it was ever worth it,” you replied, speaking so fast and so sad that the spiky haired lad couldn’t reply, “because if I never accepted and pushed him to the auditions, he wouldn’t have met Yui, he wouldn’t have fallen in love with her at first sight… he wouldn’t have had to argue with me for saying that she was not his soulmate… and now I also got you into this mess because it’s like Yui’s actually entertaining his feelings!”

Under any normal circumstance where you’re both joking around, Hajime would’ve simply laughed at you; would’ve told you that you were just being silly and an overthinker. It’s what usually happens to your conversations while you sat in the middle of the empty theater room, making props for your dearest actors and actresses, after all. But the last bits of your words were like a pill that was so hard to swallow because…

“YN…” he trailed off, a pathetic attempt of a laugh trying to escape throat that seemed to have tightened up, “… have I told you that she knows I’m her soulmate? That she can see it?”

He failed though, for he could only croak it out with a voice so fragile he was sure as hell you could hear the tragedy in his words. If you were being honest, it actually feels like your own heart found its way down to your stomach.

You halted, hands stopping from slicing the small steak that was on your plate. What did he just say, you thought, his words echoing in your brain but failing to be registered. Perhaps, it was because you almost did not believe it… only one of a pair is supposed to see the thread, how…?

Almost as if he can read your mind, Hajime continued to speak, “she’s the one who can originally see the thread. If it weren’t for me being a Moira too, I would be like Atsumu: a clueless fool…” he stopped speaking, gulping so hard it felt like something’s stuck in his throat… “but you know what sucks more than being like a fool? It’s the fact that even if she already knows, she can’t bring herself to love me. I’m the one who’s on the other side of her thread, you know? Just goes to show that not all soulmates are meant to be together.”

“B-but… how could she do that?” you gasped, tears starting to well up from the pain your heart is feeling. It’s like someone ripped it out of your chest and began stomping on it.

“People who are in love tend to forget… others, along with themselves, except for the one they love, YN. I think you’d know that too.”

And then he sadly smiled.

The night was good as dead while you strutted beside Hajime as he walked you home. This walk was, by far, the most tensed walk you’ve ever had with someone who was not your twin brother. You’d rather bicker with your companion rather than spend the whole time, gaping at him, looking for a chance to just… if you were being honest, you have no idea what you wanted to do… comfort him or something?

“I knew we shouldn’t have addressed that freaking elephant in the room,” you grumbled under your breath, head shooting up when you heard him stifle his laugh. Great, YN, you’re doing good, you pat yourself mentally on your shoulders. Your little happy moment was cut short, however, upon your apartment coming into view.

What a timing, as always.

You fear the fact that once you go in and he starts his journey back to the train station, every sad feeling he was trying to suppress will come rushing to him; just like what happens to you every time you–

“Hey. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. I’ve been living with these feelings for so long already. Besides, I’m a man, remember?” He raised his hand and placed it on your head, patting it as he moved his face closer to yours. Your eyes widened and you felt your face flush at the proximity, a squeak escaping your mouth. He snickered as soon as he leaned back, “Aahh… if you keep looking like that, I’ll feel even more convinced that I should really do it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows together, unable to decipher what he was trying to say.

“I’m sorry, YN. But I think I’m letting go of Yui now.”

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chapter sixteen

the most beautiful

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“Mama, it’s like the universe showed me that magic was real!”

You remember answering your mother in an overjoyed tone when she asked you how it felt like meeting your fated one. Now that you think about it, you were almost sure sparks were swimming in your eyes as you stared up to the woman who looked down with the same happiness plastered on her face.

Though you admit– your first meeting with Atsumu isn’t exactly the most ideal one (because you can recall the fact that you fought with him first before realizing he was your soulmate) but nothing beats the feeling of completeness that spread within you as soon as you saw your threads connected. Odd because you were still such a child but still, you felt whole.

“‘Yoomi, are you going to join Motoya in playing volleyball again?” you pouted, walking behind your brother and pulling on his tracksuit. You shuddered at the mere thought of the other night’s events where your mom and dad reprimanded you two for being so “careless.”

The said lad, however, just gave you a gentle hum and adjusted the positioning of his backpack, “Yes. Apparently, we’re practicing with a guest team from Hyogo.”

“Waaah. Who am I going home with then? Mama and Papa will be mad again if I walk home alone!” you whined, running in front of him and crossing your arms, beginning to walk backwards since it seemed as if he had no intention of stopping as well. He sighed and looked at his watch. He’ll be late to practice if he takes you home, he thinks.

“I guess I could take you with me. Maybe coach won’t be mad,” he mumbles, smiling a little upon seeing you cheer to yourself (while still walking backwards, by the way), “you should walk properly now. You might bump–” he starts, but to no avail, it was already too late because as soon as you both turned to the corner, your back collided with another body that has almost the same proportions as yours, “…into someone else,” he finishes, pursing his lips.

“Aish. You should watch where you’re walking, dummy! Who walks backwards anyway? What an idiot,” the boy you bumped into crankily tells you as soon as he got up, dusting off any dirt clinging onto his sides. You gasp at his snarky comments and huffs, “What a dirty mouth you’ve got there. I was gonna apologize but now, I don’t think you deserve it. If anything, you deserved what happened.”

You give out a smug smile when the boy’s eyes twitch in annoyance. You scan his figure, eyes almost bulging out of your sockets when you saw your thread connected to him, “wait! y-you’re…”

Kiyoomi, who was on the side, watching sighs again (for some reason, it’s all he ever does when he’s around you), “YN, let’s just go. I don’t want to be late to practice.”

You almost hated Kiyoomi for pulling you so hard that you can only watch the boy stick his tongue out to you; his figure, alongside his twin, getting further away until you can see nothing. You remind Kiyoomi to thank the gods that day because Atsumu was one of the players from Hyogo.

At the age of 9, almost 10, despite his scowling face, you found Miya Atsumu to be the most beautiful person you’ve laid your eyes upon.

Mama, now that I think about it again, I think the universe is now against me.

“Tell me what?”

You snapped out of your little daydream as soon as Atsumu repeated his question, sharp eyes scanning the two of you in a rather suspicious way. You can also see your brother behind him, an expectant look on his face, probably wondering what excuse were you going to say this time.

“Uhm… I think we’re a bit tipsy now, right YN?” Osamu started to talk, turning to you in alarm, wide eyes gesturing you to follow his lead. You nodded, beginning to act as if you were feeling lightheaded. You stumbled beside Osamu who muttered incoherent words. Prayers for us, you think.

“You’re a writer, YN. Not an actress. Why are you lying? I clearly heard you two that you’re keeping something from me.” He spats out just when you think you got past him. Standing by the stairs was Kiyoomi, who lets out an exasperated sigh, “just tell him the truth already, YN. It’s been way too long.”

“I can’t. I don’t want you to get mad,” you whisper, the pain etching itself deeper into your heart that was hammering against your chest. Atsumu squints his eyes in confusion and irritation, “I’ll feel angrier and more hurt if I knew you were keeping something from me, you realize that, right? So, can you just tell me what is is you’re–”

“She’s been offered scholarship abroad.”

Your eyes widened at what your brother blurted out, you whipped your head to look at him and he shrugged as if to say ‘I won’t tell your other secret but tell him this already.’ Atsumu croaked out a small but stuttering “w-what?” at his statement, defeated eyes looking back at you this time.

“She got a scholarship abroad. It starts the next term (semester).”

“I… I’m not yet sure whether to say yes though… uhm…” you choked out, nervousness filling your insides. He wasn’t supposed to know that yet, dammit Kiyoomi! We just fixed our previous problem yet here we go again, finding a new one.

“But you’re thinking about going, aren’t you?” It seemed as if the blonde finally regained his senses as he stood up straight and fixed his composure, like he wasn’t devastated seconds ago.

“Y-you’re not mad?” By now, the other two left the room, figuring that Atsumu was just putting up a façade for them. He nonchalantly shrugged, “it’s your dream. Who am I to stop you with that?”

Perhaps, you should’ve talked to him that night more. You should’ve pestered him more about his thoughts and feelings. Maybe then, Atsumu wouldn’t have to break down crying in his room, a feeling of emptiness engulfing him fully as he imagines you leaving him. He wouldn’t have to stay up all night, wondering what it is he was feeling and why he was feeling that way.

“Liar,” he whispers as he stared up at his bedroom’s ceiling with dried tears staining his cheeks, “you are such a liar, YN. You promised me you wouldn’t leave.”

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chapter fourteen

on your way to sainthood

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if fate permits.

⤷ prologue: the beginning of the end

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. i tried my best to not put as much spoilers as possible in this little foreshadowing/flashforwards while also trying to maintain the hints of angst in this story so enjoy!!

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Heavy footsteps that created sounds of the snow scrunching reached Miya Atsumu’s ears as he arrived in the middle of the almost-empty university campus. Still, that did not match the erratic beating of his heart as he stopped walking and opted to look up the dull sky instead, watching as snowflakes trickle its way down his red face. Eyes twinkling in childlike wonder for a bit, he exhaled and at the same time, released a fog-like breath due to the extreme coldness the winter season brought to Tokyo.

If he will be honest, he didn’t really know why he agreed to Osamu when the latter told him to dress up for today and go to their university – when it’s literally the middle of their Christmas break. He didn’t know what made him get up from the comfort of his warm bed. Perhaps, it was the hope that often settled in his heart from time to time, most especially when his beloved twin brother spoke to him; he could almost feel himself burst out laughing at his pathetic thoughts. Was he really hoping to see her? But then as always, reality slapped him right in the face that he wouldn’t. After all, everything that had happened was too much for her to even think of going back to this damned school.

But the heart cannot lie; despite the undeniable truth, a small fire of hope still ignited inside him despite the freezing winter.

“Hey! Come on, I’m pretty sure the aftermath wouldn’t be that bad! Ya don’t need to be so uptight,” he panted as he ran after his best friend who had her back to him. Despite that, he can literally see steam coming out of her ears as she took a deep breath and turned around, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“Uptight?! I’m in no way being uptight right now, Miya Atsumu! What you’re asking is… is dumb… outrageous… or nonsensical… AND dangerous!” she screamed, stuttering out of disbelief as the lad only looked at her with amusement. He chuckled; as much as he didn’t want to, he found her little tantrum cute. Her head whipped once again to his direction upon hearing his laugh, “you’re laughing?! Do you think asking me to cut off your thread is funny? Do you even know the consequences? Do you have no care for your soulmate? What would happen if she finds her thread cut off? You think she’d laugh too?”

He should’ve seen it – the way her voice weakened more and more as she spoke. The way her eyes seem to fell down, just like how her heart fell down her stomach when he kept insisting for her to cut his thread. But no, he just had to be so stubborn and stupid to think that Yui was his true soulmate.

“She can find a new soulmate too! Y/N, I love Yui-chan… so please, I’m 100% serious about wanting to do this,” by now, any joke and teasing were gone from his voice as he begged the girl in front of him. But Y/N was even more stubborn than him so she shook her head and crossed her arms, remaining firm on her stand.

“No. Stop being selfish, Tsum. It’s not always about your ‘needs’ and ‘wants.’ Breaking the bond… is something we mustn’t do, as much as possible. You don’t want to do anything you’ll regret; I won’t let you,” she whispered, clutching the skirt of her uniform as she kept trying to stop the tears that threatened to escape her eyes. It hurts… it f-cking hurts so much, she thought.

Atsumu didn’t know what happened to him after that or why he stupidly chose to open his mouth again.

“You’re the one who’s being a selfish b-tch, Y/N. Just because ya can’t find your soulmate and yer happiness, doesn’t mean we can’t too. You’re so needy that you can’t let us be happy without ya. I wonder what the gods thought when they gave you that power? Stupid gods, they can’t even do one thing right; giving it to a coward and a selfish bitch who can’t even cut her best friend’s thread for the sake of his happiness…” it was the crestfallen look plastered on her face that made him stop as soon as he saw it. Realization dawned upon him and immediately, he tried reaching out to her with his hand.

“It’s okay…” she whispered, pulling back from him and taking a deep breath, no longer giving any effort to stop the tears that now freely flowed down her cheeks, “I understand. I’m sorry that I care for you then.”

Atsumu can clearly remember how you brokenly took out the special red scissors from your pocket and approached him, taking his hand and cutting the invisible thread without saying any words.

“I hope you don’t regret doing this, Tsum.”

Until now, he could remember everything as clear as the day – every day, he could still feel the harsh and painful beating of his heart when he learned of the truth; as if mocking him of the pain he caused to his supposed-to-be-lover. He can only release a sigh and turn around, going to the direction of the café beside the campus where his twin told him to go. Mindlessly kicking the snow beneath him as he walked at the same time, his sad trail of thoughts was cut off when a soft squeal made its way through his ears. He looked up to give his apology to the unknown person, only to freeze the moment he saw the person’s face.

“Y/N? Y-you’re here?” she nodded telling him she got a little bit lost after being gone for so long and chuckled right after observing his face.

“We’re not close for me to say this but I think you’re too stressed to not even see me in front of you, Atsumu-san. Are you okay?” No, it’s my stupidity that didn’t let me see you all this time.

“Oh… not close huh?… uhh… yeah… trainings for the V-League has just been a little hard,” he meekly said, rubbing the back his neck. He gulped, feeling his heart throbbing already, “so what brought you back here? I heard you’re about to launch your book soon worldwide?”

She bashfully nodded, tucking a piece of her hair at the back of her ear. She opened her mouth to reply but then another voice called for her name. She turned back and Atsumu could’ve sworn that upon seeing the new person, her already bright eyes twinkled even more. The spiky-haired lad stopped near their position and took Y/N’s hand as they both looked at Atsumu.

“Aside from wanting to launch my book in my home country, this boy right here managed to convince his soulmate to come home,” she nudged the grumbling boy who denied that he didn’t tell her to come home. He nodded as a sign of greeting, his arms finding its way around Y/N’s waist, much to Atsumu’s dismay.

“It’s nice to see you again, Atsumu-san.”

“Nice to see ya too, Iwaizumi-kun.”

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