The weekend came and went uneventful, Kuroo took me home on Saturday, he had practice to go to and I had my own errands to run, such as grocery shopping and my own Volleyball practice. Daichi never spoke to me unless he had to, he kept his distance from me and didn't give me the time of day other than when it was volleyball related. Even Suga didn't know what was wrong with Daichi when I asked. Me and the team chalked it up to problems with Yui and moved on with practice.

At school on Monday was no different, Daichi avoided me the best that he could. He never spoke a word to me in class even though he sits right behind me. He never met my gaze or answered any of the questions I asked him. He kept a sullen look on his face, and kept his head down. He would talk to Suga but only for a bit before going back to be silent.

Me and Suga ate lunch together at my desk while Daichi left the classroom. "Did I do something to upset him or something?" I asked putting a chip in my mouth. Suga shrugged his shoulders as he chewed his food. I sighed slumping in my seat, "Well whatever it is he needs to pull the stick out of his ass and at least tell us what's wrong with him so we can help him."

"He will tell is when he's ready Y/N, don't push him or you might make it worse."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Me and Suga continued to eat our lunch in silence. A sickening feeling crept it's way up from my stomach and to my heart where it weighed heavy. Was it because I was too touchy with Kuroo and Bokuto? Was it because they both had something for me? Maybe he found out about me and Sugawara?

Even if any of those were true, why would it matter to him? He has Yui, he ended our little arrangement, it was him who wanted to stop fooling around. So I should be free to do what I want with whoever I want. Though Suga is kind of a slap to the face, that is his best friend, but even Suga doesn't know what me and Daichi were doing a few months ago.

Slamming my head on my desk as the bell rang I groaned. My head was pounding and I was getting nauseous, all this anxiety over Daichi is eating away at me. And it's not like I can talk to him about it. Maybe if I pass him a note? Maybe it would be easier for him to talk to me then.

Flipping to a clean sheet of paper I picked up my pencil,

Daichi,
I'm not sure what's up with you, but whatever it is you can always talk to me about it. It's actually making me kinda nervous that you aren't talking to me or Suga. No pressure but whenever you feel like, I'm all ears.

I folded the paper up and turned around in my seat placing it on Daichi's desk. He stopped writing in his notebook and looked at the note I placed down. I turned back around and started on my own notes, my heart pounding in my chest.

Class ended and Daichi dashed out of the room like he was on fire. Me and Suga weren't even out of our seats yet when he ran out. Suga shrugged his shoulders slinging his backpack across his shoulder, "Don't think too much into it. He read your note, I saw it." Suga tried to comfort me, but my anxiety refuses to let me calm down. I'd he saw the note why didn't he reply?

Picking up my own backpack I noticed it was slightly open, unzipping it the rest of the way I saw. Piece of paper folded up haphazardly on top of my books. I pulled it out unfolding it as Suga leaned over my shoulder.

Meet me in the gym before the others show, I need to talk to you.

It was in Diachi's handwriting, sloppilu written. My heart sank into my stomach, the sense to throw up battles around in my stomach.

Suga out his hand on my shoulder giving it a small squeeze. "Go, I'll keep the guys away so you two can talk okay?"

I smiled up at him, "Thanks Suga."

I ran down the halls, skipped down the staircase almost slipping in the process. I ran to the gym but stopped at the cracked doors, I could a volleyball hit the floor and the sound of squeaking shoes. I slid off my school shoes pulling  my gym shoes out of my bag and stepped inside the gym.

Daichi was standing on the outside did the court practicing serves. Our eyes connected and he soon looked away clutching onto the volleyball he had in his hands. I gave him a weak smile before walking into the gym further, "Hey, I got your note and ran all the way here. I didn't even change out of my uniform. What's up? Why have you-"

"We cant be friends anymore."

My mouth hung open, my heart stopped beating inside my chest. My lungs constricted blocking out all oxygen.

"W-what?" My voice trembled slightly, I wasn't sure I had heard him right.

He sighed loudly looking down at the volleyball in his hands, "I said, we can't be friends anymore."

So I did hear him right- I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream for him to tell me he was lying and that this was some sick prank, but when he finally looked at me, I knew he meant it. My shock turned to anger.

"Why? What's your reason?"

Placing the volleyball in the basket he sighed once more, "It's just-I dont-"

"It's her- isn't it? You told her everything didn't you?"

I wanted an answer from him, but him not answering is also and answer. One I didn't want to accept.

"So you're going to toss aside your childhood friend for your girlfriend of what- three months or so? Pussy can't be that good."

He turned back to me, the look on his face through me into a fit of rage, "Oh my God Daichi! You haven't even fucked her yet?! She seriously told you that if you wanted to sleep with her you had to stop talking to me?! Are-are you fucking serious right now?!" I stomped my way over to him standing on my tippy toes to get in his face.

"Tell me you're joking Daichi?!"

He looked away and shook his head, "It's what I want too...look we had our fun but I moved on and beisdes you obviously want to fuck-"

The sound of my hand connecting with his face sounded out through the gym, his head snapped to the side from the force of my slap, a handprint forming on his right cheek.

"Shut up! I can't believe you!" The gym door slid open with a loud clang multiple pairs of shoes running across the gym floor, large arms wrapped around my waist trapping my arms at my sides and pulled me away from Daichi. Suga and Asahi ran to Daichi looking at his face.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Suga demanded looking between me and Daichi. I was seething, breathing hard as my anger only accelerated.

"Tell them! Tell them Daichi!" I yelled struggling against the arms that held me, looking around the gym at all the terrified faces I now know it was Tanaka that held me.

Daichi didn't say anything as he looked at the ground holding onto his redden cheek, "Oh now you don't want to talk? That's fine I'll tell them!" I pulled myself from Tanaka's grip and stepped back so everyone could see me,

"Daichi can't get his dick wet unless he stops talking to me. Yui won't let him fuck her unless I'm out of the picture."

Gasps were heard around the gym, all of them looking at Daichi. "Is this true?" Suga asked softly.

"Dude what the hell?" Noya asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"His best friend since we were in diapers, his best friend whose been there through everything is being hung out to dry over some worthless ass girl with an inferiority complex!"

"Y/N calm down!" Suga yelled being the mediator between me and our Captain. Tears wanted to whelp up in my eyes but I refused to cry about this, I refused to show my weakness that is Sawamura Daichi.

"Daichi explain yourself."

Our Captain finally looked up, "Just hear me out-"

"Why the fuck should I listen to you?" I said through clenched teeth.

"Y/N, enough!"

"I told Yui some things and she made me chose between her and Y/N...I- I really like Yui and I want things to work out-"

"Tell them what you told her. Tell them everything Daichi."

He shook his head silently begging me not to say anything to the team but I was seeing red and couldn't give a damn what they all thought.

"You won't? Fine, me and Daichi use to have sex." Everyone's mouths hit the floor, the gym going dead silent

"We stopped after he started dating Yui, and he told her everything about us so she's pissed off and threatened by me because we were friends with benefits months ago."

I looked at Suga and Noya who looked hurt by my confession. "And while we are on the topic of secrets, anyone else want to spill thiers?" Suga? Noya?"

All eyes shifted to them, "You're not talking either huh? Okay, I made with Noya and me and Suga have been fucking behind everybodies backs."

Eyes went back to Daichi, his fists where clenched at his glared at his best friend, "Sugawara what the fuck?!" He took a step towards Suga and I stood between them shielding Suga.

"What the hell are you mad about Daichi? We weren't anything but friends with benefits, we both agreed that a relationship between us wouldn't have worked out, we were nothing more than fuck buddies!" I yelled, "You ended that when you started dating Yui so that means I was free to do what I want with who I want and I choose Suga!"

"Yeah my best friend! What the hell were you thinking?! Did you do that to hurt me because we can't date?"

I scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself Daichi, what I do with Suga has nothing to do with you! What I do with anybody isn't any of your business!"

I groaned pulling my own hair and the sighed, "You know what? If this is what you really do, if you really want to stop being around me and talking to me unless it's for class or volleyball, then-fine."

Daichi's eyes widened for a second as his anger shifted, "What?"

"I can't do this anymore...I'm tried of being everybody's secret. Yours, Suga's, the teams...I'm always somebody's secret...always hiding, always being lied to."

"What do you mean?"

"Daichi, you said you would always be there...but you lied. I can't keep giving you more chances to re-enter my life once you deem it necessary."

I finally let the tears pool in my eyes, "So if this is what you really want...if you really want it to be this way...then I want you to look me in the eye and tell me." He looked away as his own tears surfaced.

"Look at me-" I grabbed his face forcing him to look down at me, "Look at me - and tell me this is what you want."

"This- this is what I want."

My heart shattered into a million pieces and crumbled to dust in my chest. A single tear slipped down my cheek, "Don't you dare cry Sawamura Daichi, this is what you wanted, you have no right to cry."

He sniffled as I let go of his face, "I'm sorry-"

"Sorry doesn't fix everything, and it won't fix this. You get to be happy...and one day, I hope you get a taste of your own medicine."

I turned to walk away from him, the guys all separating to let me through, "Y/N-"

"This is goodbye Daichi, as a friend at least." I then turned and ran out of the gym leaving my bag, school shoes and my gym shoes that I kicked off at the door, ignoring the protests of my teammates to come back.

I ran, I ran as fast as my socked feet could carry me. I ran and ran and ran u till my lungs were burning and I could taste blood in my mouth. I stopped running at a park and fell out in the grass flat on my back as I tried to catch my breath. The tears in my eyes finally falling as a loud sob left my throat piercing the afternoon sky.

My eyelashes stuck together from my tears, they dampened my hair near my temples as I laid in the grass sobbing as loud as I could to no one at all. My heart no longer in my chest, the empty feeling I felt through my whole body.

My best friend, the closest person I had left me for a girl he's barely been dating. My best friend who was there when my dad died, when Kai was diagnosed and put in the hospital. My best friend who took my virginity and swore he would never leave my side.

There was one person I wanted to see, one person who might be able help me and comfort me without really asking questions. Digging through my skirt pocket I fished out my phone and dialed his number.

After the fourth ring he picked up

"Hello?"

"Kuroo..." I hiccupped and then cried..."I need you right now."

"Why are you crying? Where are you Kitten?"

"Miagi Capital Park...just please Kuroo..."

"I'm on my way. Stay right there."

I hung up my phone turning onto my side hugging my knees to my chest and cried harder, drool and snot covering the sleeves of my school uniform.