Summary: They say the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach. When Osamu meets a young chef, that proves to be true.
Author's Notes: I am now a tired line-cook so I have to write about being a tired line-cook
Warnings: Smoking
Word Count: 1359
The first time Osamu laid eyes on (Y/n), she was like a culinary angel.
He was only 20 years old, still trying to find a spot to open his dream restaurant at, and currently living on cup ramen and steamed rice. Osamu only ate well when Atsumu, who had recently gone pro, came to treat him. He always claimed it was to pay him back for all the times Osamu made him food when he was sick, but in truth, Atsumu was wanting to celebrate the twins following their dreams as much as possible.
Even if he didnât 100% get it most of the time.
âMaaan lookit how small some of these plates comin out the kitchen are! Iâm gonna have to get like 6 different things before Iâm full!â
Atsumuâs whining did little to deter Osamuâs patience as he studied each and every dish around him intently.
âThe point isnât to stuff yourself till youâre sick,â Osamu hummed, âItâs to actually taste the food.â
Atsumu couldnât help but smile at his twinâs starstruck expression on his face before playfully waiving him off with a small âyeah yeah.â
Osamuâs dark eyes drifted to the kitchen, for what must have been the hundredth time that night. The kitchen was open concept, a glass wall separating the chefs from the guests. He itched to cross that barrier and experience that world, the world of fast paced fine dining, even if it was just for a second.
Then, he saw her.
Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, chef whites pristine, eyes fixated on a dish she was plating. Osamu couldnât see what she was working on, but he could tell a lot of time and tears probably went into it.
A much larger man approached her, causing her to stand at attention and fold her arms behind her back. Osamu was fixated on her perfect posture and calm exterior as the man, presumably the head chef, tasted her dish.
He wordlessly pushed it back towards her and walked away.
She stared at the dish quietly, then threw the plateâs contents in the nearby trash-
âSamuuuu! Are we splurging on some wine? Or are we going to just stare at the hot chefs all night?â
Osamuâs cheeks went red before he turned his attention to the menu in his hands.
The night continued on, and Osamu didnât see her again until he was well on his way towards wine drunk.
âExcuse me.â
The twins, startled, looked up at the apparently very light footed chef. Osamu not so subtly stood up straighter once he realized it was the woman he had been staring at earlier.
âPlease enjoy this dish, courtesy of the house.â She said, voice steely as she set two bowls onto the table for each of them. âItâs a creamy uni pappardelle topped with caviar.â
Osamu stared at the dish in awe, âitâs gorgeous, is it something on special?â
Atsumu was already diving into the bowl while Osamu was studying every component of the dish.
The young woman smiled, âNo, itâs something Iâve been working on. Please, enjoy.â
She went to turn on her heel, only for Osamu to call after her. âWhatâs your name?â
She paused and smiled softly at him, her first time smiling the whole night, â(Y/n) (L/n).â
With that she walked away, and Osamu had one of the best dishes he had ever tasted.
--
The second time Osamu laid his eyes on (Y/n), she looked like a culinary devil.
It was a few months after his first visit to that restaurant with Atsumu. His twin invited him out to a nice dinner with his MSBY teammates, and Osamu wasnât about to turn down another great meal.
He had arrived at the restaurant a little early for their reservation, his excitement getting the better of him. Just as he was nearing the restaurant, he heard a loud bang from around the corner of the building.
Curiosity got the better of Osamu, and snuck over to see what the ruckus was.
(Y/n) was standing outside, having presumably slammed the door shut. Her chef whites were stained, bandages littered her forearms, and her hair was loose. Her hands, once so steady, were shakily rummaging through her pockets for a pack of cigarettes. She placed one between her chapped lips and began fiddling with her lighter, cursing when it wouldnât flick to life.
âMotherfuckin cocksuckin no fuel having ass bitch-â
The flick of a nearby lighter caught (Y/n)âs attention. Osamu stood a couple feet away, offering her the tiny but bright flame from his lighter. (Y/n) looked him over before walking towards him and lighting her cigarette, grunting a small âthanksâ before leaning back and taking a long drag.
âIf culinary school taught me anythin, itâs that youâre having a bad day.â Osamu stated, stuffing the lighter back in his pocket.
âTheyâre all bad days,â she sighed, puffing smoke out through her nostrils. âAt least here they are.â
Osamu raised an eyebrow at her, âIf youâre wantin to quit, Iâd gladly take your place.â
(Y/n) breathed out a light chuckle, âThatâs the problem with this place. Itâs dog eat dog, thereâs no friends. No soul. No love. Only food.â
âFood can be its own form of love, canât it?â Osamu asked, leaning against the nearby brick wall and shoving his hands in his pockets.
âOnly when itâs made with love,â (Y/n) sighed before taking another drag of her cigarette. âWeâre fighting for our lives in there.â
Osamu tilted his head at her, noting the tired look in her eyes and the shake of her hands. âHave you eaten at all today?â
The question very clearly caught (Y/n) off guard, her whole day was dedicated towards feeding others, she was lucky if she got to have a cup of ramen before her shift. She slowly shook her head, âI only get 15 minutes. And if they see me trying to make a shifty right now theyâll toss me out.â
âLet em.â Osamu said, standing straight and jabbing his thumb towards the direction of the street. âI have an onigiri recipe I want to try out, and I think I found the perfect test subject.â
(Y/n) quirked her eyebrow at him skeptical before glancing to the back door of the restaurant. The words of her chef echoed in her head, âcome back inside when youâre ready to get serious.â She scoffed lightly, tossed her cigarette at her feet and stomped it out with her heel. âWhatâs your name?â
Osamu softly smiled and introduced himself as he led her away towards a nearby cab.
--
Osamu stared at the small building in front of him, arms crossed as he began picturing all the work he had ahead of him. This place definitely needed a fresh coat of paint, but itâs what was in his price range. And with the right team, it would pay for itself in no time.
âGetting started without me?â
Osamu turned and smiled brightly at (Y/n) as she got out of her cab and sauntered over to him. She rested her hands on her hips and huffed as she studied the building. âGonna need a lot of work, huh?â
Osamu hummed in agreement before wrapping an arm around her waist. âYeah, luckily I have a good partner.â
(Y/n) leaned into his side, a content sigh leaving her as she relaxed against him.
âOpen concept kitchen?â Osamu suggested, earning a playful jab to his ribs.
âNot on your life,â (Y/n) laughed, trying to dramatically push him away, only for him to pull her close again. âWhat are we even gonna call it? We bought the place but donât have a name.â
âOnigiri Miya,â He said definitively, smiling proudly as he cast his eyes back to what would soon be their restaurant.
âWellll,â (Y/n) sang, âIâm not a Miya. The name doesnât really scream âpartnershipâ does it?â
A coy smile played on Osamuâs lips before he planted a quick peck on her cheek âI guess Iâll just have to make you a Miya then, huh?âÂ
Summary: Kuroo Tetsuro is about at his wits end; thereâs only so much a man can take with work piling up, his divorce getting messier by the minute, and his 6-year-old daughter raising hell at home. Hiring a nanny sounds like a band-aid solution, but who knows, maybe this will work out?
Word Count: 3817
Warnings: Female!Reader, angst, some cursing, mentions of explicit content
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(Y/n) didnât want to admit that she had been waiting eagerly for Emikoâs phone call. It was wrong to wish that Hanako would once again be too busy for her daughter so that (Y/n) would have an excuse to spend time with Emiko. Despite everything, Hanako was still her mother, and if what the young girl said was true, then she was at least making an effort to be a good one.
(Y/n) tried keeping herself busy, otherwise she knew the day would go by slower than usual while she waited for Emikoâs call. She kept having to remind herself that it was a call that may not even come, but that did little to dim her excitement.
She was in the middle of researching things to do in Osaka when 3:15 rolled around. Emiko would be out of school by then and would know if her mom was there to pick her up. (Y/n)âs eyes glanced between her dormant cellphone and her laptop screen.
A couple minutes passed before she decided to continue her research and distract herself from her rising disappointment. Just as she began clicking through some photos, her phone began to ring.
Without looking at the caller ID, she answered with a big smile on her face. âHello?â
â(Y/n),â She was thrown off by the deep but familiar voice on the other end, âItâs Sakusa.â
The smile unwittingly dropped from her face, âO-oh, hi Kiyoomi!â
âIs it a bad time to be calling you?â He asked. (Y/n) thought she had done a good job of hiding the disappointment in her voice, apparently not.
âNo no, not at all! I was just waiting on a call.â (Y/n) flopped backwards onto her bed, âWhatâs going on?â
Sakusa cleared his throat, âI was wondering if you wanted to meet for dinner tonight? The flight to Osaka is coming up and I wanted to see how youâre feeling about it.â
(Y/n) couldnât help but smile, âdo I hear you blushing, Kiyoomi?â
âI donât do thatâŠâ
âReally?â she tilted her head, âyou were blushing a lot once I got your clothes off-â
âOkay okay you proved your point,â he sputtered, causing (Y/n) to laugh into the phone.
âYouâre cute, yknow that?â she giggled, unable to keep herself from smiling.
âDoes that mean itâs a yes for dinner tonight?â Sakusa asked, tone hopeful.
(Y/n) smiled wider and absentmindedly began twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers, âabsolutely. Pick me up at 7?â
âSounds perfect. Iâll see you then.â With that, Sakusa hung up, leaving (Y/n) to squeal into her pillow. She allowed herself to bask in the moment before getting up to find something to wear. Just as she opened her closet door, her phone began to ring. It was either Emiko or Sakusa. Either way, she launched herself onto her bed and snatched the phone off her nightstand, again, not checking the caller ID.
âHello-â
â(Y/n), please donât hang up.â
(Y/n)âs eyebrows knit together at the sound of Kurooâs frantic voice on the other end of the call. âTets- Kuroo what is it?â
âEmiko- sheâs missing. I think Hanako took herâŠâ
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(Y/n) banged her fist against Kurooâs front door like she was the police. She was sure she looked like a mad-woman to any nosy neighbor that happened to be watching. But her current appearance was the least of her worries, which was evident considering the fact she didnât bother changing out of her sweats after hanging up with Kuroo.
Once the door had swung open, (Y/n) stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. âHave you heard anything from either of them?â
Kuroo shook his head, his skin was pale and his hair was more askew than usual as if he had spent the entire day running his hands through his hair. âNo⊠I called the school and they said Hanako had picked Emiko up early from class.â
(Y/n) made her way to Emikoâs room with Kuroo hot on her heels, stopping in the doorway when she saw the state of the room. âIt looks like a tornado came through hereâŠâ
âHanako was in a hurry, I imagine,â Kuroo swallowed. âDidnât leave any clues as to where she coulda taken herâŠâ
(Y/n) stepped into the bedroom, biting her lip anxiously as she noticed almost all of Emikoâs clothes had been taken out of her drawers and closet. âSheâs planning on being away for a whileâŠâ
The sound of the bed creaking had (Y/n) turning her head in Kurooâs direction. He sat at the edge of Emikoâs bed, his head hung low and resting in the palms of his hands. (Y/n) was at his side in an instant. She rested a comforting hand on his shoulder as he kept his face covered.
âI donât know what to do⊠Itâs all my faultâŠâ he croaked.
âYou couldnât have known this would happen,â (Y/n) protested as she gave his shoulder a squeeze. âYou just thought Hanako was trying to be a good momâŠâ
âThatâs the thing,â he sighed, âI should know by now sheâs not capable of that⊠She has no love in her heart for anyone or anything, how- how could she ever be a good mom? How could I let my baby be around someone like that?â
(Y/n) bit her lip, moved her hand from his shoulder and sucked in a breath. âWe canât linger on the things we should have done differently, we need to figure out where they went.â
Kuroo furiously wiped at his eyes and cleared his throat, âI donât even know where to startâŠâ
âWell if they packed all their things, theyâre planning on going somewhere longtermâŠâ (Y/n) glanced around the bedroom, âmeaning Hanako would be trying to put distance between you three. They would be leaving TokyoâŠâ
âShe doesnât have anywhere to really go,â he mused, running a hand through his hair, âher father is in Fukuoka, but last I heard they werenât on speaking termsâŠâ
âItâs the only lead we have though,â (Y/n) said. She pulled her phone from her pocket and began to search trains or buses scheduled to leave for Fukuoka anytime soon. âEmiko mentioned Hanako had a job, would she have enough to pay for two train tickets straight to Fukuoka?â
Kuroo looked over her shoulder at her cellphone and promptly made a face when he noticed the ticket prices. âNot at all. She hasnât worked there long and they donât pay much.â
âThen theyâre taking a bus.â (Y/n) concluded. She filtered her search results and started scrolling through the bus companies with buses scheduled to leave for Fukuoka that day.Â
Kurooâs hand suddenly shot out to her phone as he tapped on one of the companies listed. âThat one,â he said, âshe has a cousin that works with that station. They would have given her a discount.â
âYouâre sure?â (Y/n) asked as she took a screenshot of the information for the busâ departure.
âPositive. She was talking my ear off about how he got promoted a couple weeks ago,â Kuroo explained as he rose to his feet. âLetâs get going, itâll be boarding soon.â
(Y/n) pocketed her phone then followed him out to his car, âAnd if the bus is gone once we get there?â
Kuroo didnât hesitate as he got into the driverâs seat, not even waiting for (Y/n) to get in before starting the car, âWe get on the first plane to Fukuoka and wait for them at the bus stop with the police,â he said matter of factly.
(Y/n) gripped onto the grab handle above her head as the scar skidded out of the driveway and towards the direction of the bus station. âThatâs a reasonable response considering this is literal kidnapping⊠Why not call them now? Have them meet us at the station-â
âHanako will panic and run the second she sees the cops there,â Kuroo interjected, âIf she and Emiko leave the station before we get there, sheâll find a more discreet way to skip town, and itâll be even harder to get Emiko back. Itâs my fault this is happening, and Iâm not gonna make another dumb decision thatâll end with us never seeing Emiko again.â
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The bustling station proved difficult to maneuver through as (Y/n) and Kuroo struggled to find the gate where Hanakoâs bus would be leaving. It seemed the sole purpose of the people milling about the station was to thwart any and all attempts to keep Emiko from getting on that bus.
(Y/n), though trailing a couple paces behind Kuroo and struggling to keep up, could hear his breathing getting more and more frantic by the second. She practically tripped over her feet to make it to his side and take his shaking hand in hers, âWeâll find her, I promise.â
âIt shouldnât be this god damn hard to find a damn gate number, who the hell came up with this stupid bus system?â he grumbled, glaring at an older man that bumped shoulders with him and made him lose his balance.
âLets try the information desk,â (Y/n) said, pointing out a booth in the middle of the station with a short line in front. She took it upon herself to bow her head apologetically to the other patrons as Kuroo cut to the front of the line, not bothering to look back at the other people he was mildly inconveniencing.
âIâm looking for gate B6, itâs an emergency!â Kuroo said, quickly snatching (Y/n)âs phone from her hands and showing the staff member the busâ information.
The very tired looking woman glanced between the two, then to the line behind them. âSir, please be respectful of the other patrons-â
âGate B6!â Kuroo pleaded, gathering the attention of a nearby security guard, âPlease! My kid is on that bus, I need to find her now!â
The guard made his way to Kuroo and (Y/n), looking to settle the two down as well as get them away from the line of, now very frustrated, travelers. As the older man, with little urgency, began trying to get more information from the two, (Y/n)âs eyes began scanning the crowd for anyone familiar.
Unknown faces flooded the station, and waves of anxiety began turning to swells, eager to gobble up (Y/n) in their dark waters. The pit in her stomach grew cavernous stranger by stranger. Emiko was nowhere to be seen.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a familiar messy head of hair was visible through the hustle and bustle of the station. (Y/n), without realizing it, snatched Kurooâs larger hand in hers and dragged him towards that direction, much to the dismay of the security guard.
They left the main terminal, now finally walking in the direction of B6. Several buses lined the area, and businessmen, families, teens and everything between were either boarding or seated on nearby benches.
(Y/n) felt a squeeze on her hand. She had almost forgotten that she had taken Kurooâs hand to guide him through the building. (Y/n) looked to him, then followed his eyes to a lonely figure on a bench.
Emiko sat by herself, nervously clutching the strap to a small pink duffel bag as she stared at the strange faces all around her. She jumped as Hanako emerged from the crowd, took her by the hand, and began leading her to one of the buses.
In a flash Kuroo was gone, having left (Y/n)âs side in favor of catching Hanako, with (Y/n) following close behind.
He caught up to the mother and daughter effortlessly, and snatched Emiko away from Hanako, startling the two. Emiko let out a small yelp, her fear fading once she recognized her father.
âDaddy!â She cheered, wrapping her arms tightly around Kurooâs neck.
Hanako whipped her head around once she felt Emiko pulled from her. Her eyes went wide once she saw Kuroo and (Y/n). âI can explain-â
âHow do you explain this?â Kuroo asked incredulously, trying and failing at keeping his voice down. âIâm actually curious how you explain this stunt you just tried to pull!â
Emiko, who had just been trying to get at (Y/n) for a hug, turned her attention back to her parents. âDaddy, we were just going to go see grampa!â Once the young girl saw the expression on her fatherâs face, she looked at her mother confused. âYou said you told daddy we were going⊠That he was going to meet us there after workâŠâ
Hanako couldnât hide her guilty expression, âI just wanted us to have some quality time togetherâŠâ She turned her gaze to (Y/n), her gaze going cold âYou will never know what itâs like to lose your family to someone else-â
âStop it, Hanako.â Kuroo stepped in front of (Y/n), shielding her from Hanako. âYou didnât lose us to (Y/n), you lost us to yourself-â He paused as he felt Emiko shaking in his arms. Kuroo carefully set her in (Y/n)âs arms, and gave them both a sad look as (Y/n) cradled Emiko so one ear was pressed to her larger shoulder, and the other was covered by (Y/n)âs gentle hand.
Kuroo then glared back at Hanako, âAll this was never about Emiko, or me, or us being a family. It was about you, and your pride, your selfishness. You really think taking Emiko away from her father and her friends, carting her off to Fukuoka to live with your dad is whatâs best for her?â
Hanako was now shaking with anger, her face red and her fists clenched. âYou canât talk to me that way⊠Iâm still her mother.â
Kuroo shook his head, âYou may have given birth to her, but youâre no mother.â He reached down to the bags at Hanakoâs feet, grabbing the handle of Emikoâs pink suitcase without looking at her. âIâm going to take you back to court and get full custody of Emiko. Youâll see her when itâs convenient for her, not for you. Iâve had enough.â
Hanako opened her mouth, no doubt to shout obscenities at him, only for Kuroo to silence her with a look, âYouâre going to make this as easy as possible for Emiko, or Iâll make sure you only ever see her behind bars.â
With that, Kuroo used his free hand to usher (Y/n) and Emiko away from Hanako and out of the station.Â
-
Emiko wordlessly watched as Kuroo and (Y/n) unpacked her bags. The entire ride back to the home was silent, save for a few quiet sniffles from the young girl. She was now sitting on her bed, picking at her fingers nervously.
âDaddy?â She asked in a small voice, avoiding Kurooâs eyes as he turned to look at her, âam I in trouble?â
Kurooâs frown deepened. He moved to sit beside his daughter, and hugged her close to his side. âNo, baby. Not at all.â
(Y/n) crossed her arms and leaned on the nearby wall, watching as Emiko clung to her fatherâs disheveled work shirt.
âYour mom,â Kuroo paused to sigh, âShe did something very wrong. She tried taking you without telling me.â He slightly pulled away while stroking at Emikoâs hair, looking into her eyes intently. âI donât know if she ever would have let me see you againâŠâ
Emikoâs bottom lip quivered and she clung tighter onto the shirt. âI didnât know, daddy. I promise I didnât know.â
Kuroo hugged her again and peppered kisses onto her head. âI know you didnât, babyâ he sobbed, âI know. Iâm never going to let that happen again, I promise.â
The two heard sniffling from the corner of the room, and looked to see (Y/n) furiously wiping at her wet cheeks. Emiko bounced off the bed and ran to her. (Y/n) kneeled down and caught her in a tight hug. âWhy are you crying, (Y/n)? She asked, causing (Y/n) to chuckle softly.
âIâm just glad youâre home safe with your dad, Emiko,â she smiled. (Y/n) pulled back, wiping Emikoâs tears then wiping her own once again. âItâll be dinner time soon,â she said as she cleared her throat. âI think your dad wants to take you somewhere special tonight. Right, Kuroo?â
Kuroo stood up and chuckled as he scratched at the back of his head. âOf course, anywhere you want, Emiko.â
Emiko perked up at the mention of food, âEven icecream for dinner?â
âI donât know about that,â Kuroo laughed, scooping his daughter in his arms and kissing her cheek. âHow about we get you changed? Those clothes smell like a yucky bus station.â
Emiko playfully gagged and giggled, then hopped out of her fatherâs arms to get changed.
Kuroo and (Y/n) left the room to give her some privacy, then simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. âSo,â Kuroo began, his tone hopeful, âare you going to join us for dinner?â
(Y/n) couldnât help but smile at the offer, but almost on cue, her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. She hastily checked the device, her smile dropping once she saw a text from Sakusa. It was almost 5, she would have to rush home and change if she were going to meet him-
â(Y/n)?â
She quickly looked up from her phone and stuffed it in her back pocket. âSorry⊠I already have dinner plansâŠâ
Kuroo raised an eyebrow at her. âWith Sakusa? Is he your boyfriend now?â
(Y/n) sighed, âKuroo, you canât do this. You canât be upset that Iâm talking with someone else, we were never even really together.â
âYou canât tell me not to be upset-â Kuroo stopped himself as he glanced at Emikoâs room. He gingerly placed his hand on (Y/n)âs lower back to usher her to the kitchen. Once there, he continued. âYou canât expect me not to be upset. I made a mistake letting Hanako into this house, but it never stopped me from caring about you.â
(Y/n) bit her lip and looked down at her feet, only for Kuroo to tenderly cup her chin and tilt her head to meet his gaze.
âI know that I hurt you⊠If I could go back, I would choose you, every time-â
âBut you canât.â (Y/n) cut in solemnly. âYou canât just wish away all the hurt you gave meâŠâ
Kuroo took her hands in his like they were made of glass. âThen please, let me make it right. Iâll spend every waking moment making what I did right. If youâll just tell me you love me again, Iâll be yours.â
(Y/n) sighed shakily before pulling her hands away, âIâm going to Osaka with SakusaâŠâ
â(Y/n), please-â
âThe flight leaves next week, Iâm going to be on it-â
Before (Y/n) could continue, Kuroo took her in his arms and held her close, so close that she could smell the faint scent of his faded cologne somehow clinging to his shirt. It was then that (Y/n) realized where they were standing: they were at the kitchen island, the same exact spot where their date had ended what felt like a lifetime ago.
She remembered leaving her keys behind so sheâd have an excuse to come back inside. How they breathed each other in, how her heart felt like it would jump out of her chest. And just how close they had come to kissing each other.
âPlease,â Kuroo begged, âjust tell me now⊠do you still love me?â
(Y/n) rested her hands delicately on Kurooâs chest, lost in his honey eyes. Her chest heaved as she slowly shook her head, âI donât love youâŠâ she murmured, shifting her eyes to his lips.
Whether it was a lie to deter Kuroo, or a lie to convince herself to leave, Kuroo shook his head. Despite (Y/n)âs answer, the corners of his lips tugged into a small, sad smile.
âYouâre a liar,â he whispered.
Kuroo carefully leaned forward, eyes half-lidded, and lips parting ever so slightly. When (Y/n) made no move to pull away and clutched at his shirt, he closed the gap between them, and planted a tender kiss on her lips.
(Y/n) quietly moaned against his lips and her eyes fluttered closed. As she moved her hands to cup his jaw, the door to Emikoâs bedroom swung open, causing the two adults to almost fly apart on instinct.
Kuroo released his hold on (Y/n), and she took her hands off him, but they both stayed close together as they processed what had just happened.
âKuroo,â (Y/n) began, taking a deep breath, âwhat just happened today- Emiko needs you. Thereâs no place for me here right nowâŠâ
He bit his lip and gently took her hands in his once more, âYouâre really going to go with him?â
Emiko walked into the kitchen, smiling at the two, unaware of how her father was letting go of (Y/n)âs hands. âI found out where I wanna go tonight!â She announced, sitting herself at the dining room table.
Kuroo ran a hand through his hair, put a smile on his face, and turned to look at his daughter. âOh yeah? Well good, Iâm starving.â He hastily went to Emikoâs side and ruffled her hair. âSay goodbye to (Y/n), angel.â
Emikoâs smile faltered and she looked at (Y/n), âSheâs not coming with us?â
(Y/n) opened her mouth to respond, but Kuroo answered for her. âShe has a very important trip sheâs going on, she has to get ready for it.â
âOh, okay.â Emiko frowned.
(Y/n) approached the two and kneeled to hug Emiko, âIâll be sure to visit you after my trip⊠go have fun with your dad, okay?â
Emiko nodded her head and watched as (Y/n) stood to look at Kuroo. The two said nothing before (Y/n) grabbed her purse and left.
The whole way to her car, (Y/n) contemplated turning back. All kinds of conflicting thoughts swirled in her head as she moved on autopilot. Once in her car, she looked back at the house, took a deep breath, and forced herself to drive away.
Everything in her head told her this is what was right, that with Kurooâs upcoming custody battle, Emiko would need all his attention now more than ever. That it wasnât (Y/n)âs place to interfere in their family, this is what was logical to (Y/n). But everything in her heart told her to go back to them.
She indeed still loved Kuroo and Emiko, but kept driving away.
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