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with eyes that look older than they should be.

“let’s go.”

“you gotta honour her memory, kid. move forward with her. forward together.”

there’s a long moment as he looks down at hinata who’s transfixed on the flowers. it’s another long moment until hinata stands.

“alright.” he places one hand on the mound. “bye natsu. m’sorry.”

hinata turns back to him,

by the pile of dirt, the mound decorated with wildflowers making swirls across it. he tries to come close loudly, so he isn’t startled when he comes close. atsumu places a hand on the kid’s shoulder.

“we have to go.”

“i don’t wanna leave her.” he pleads.

what with pipes being limited to the safezones.

“we gotta go, we’ll need to make it ta ayabe if we want shelter for the night.”

kiyoomi nods. “alright. i’ll get our stuff, you get him.”

kiyoomi turns back to head into the house. atsumu approaches the boy kneeling

“you’re good with kids.”

“shut up.” atsumu knocks his side into kiyoomi, causing him to stumble. kiyoomi kicks him in the back of his shins.

atsumu smiles anyway. he finds himself staring at kiyoomi, his curls falling messily. neither of them had seen a proper shower

hinata buries his head into atsumu’s side. and atsumu holds him.

kiyoomi watches on from behind them, a small smile on his face. atsumu walks back to kiyoomi while hinata picks flowers to decorate his sister’s resting place. natsu. hinata natsu.

he loves to stand beside hinata.

“i couldn’t protect her.” hinata mumbles. “they bit her, she didn’t even realise. one of the adults killed her as soon as she turned.”

atsumu pulls the boy a little closer.

“it’s not yer fault.” he says, firmly. “yer a kid.”

ta smuggle ya elsewhere.”

hinata nods. his face glances down to the hall.

“can you help, please? i couldn’t do it on my own.”

— — —

atsumu shovels dirt, filling the hole. it’s the second time he’s had to do this in two weeks, that’s not a great track record.

the boy lights up. he looks at kiyoomi with a bright, wide smile.

“thank you! thank you uh- i didn’t get your names.”

“sakusa kiyoomi.”

“miya atsumu.”

“i’m hinata shouyo.”

atsumu bends down to his level. “we’re headed ta a town in osaka. after that, ya can find someone else

it’s a miracle he lived as long.

but there’s something in his eyes that atsumu can’t ignore. he’s so young, he’s seen too much.

“what the hell. we’re three days away. kid, i hope ya got food on ya because we’re short.”

“i couldn’t leave her here. the group left, the ones that weren’t infected, but i couldn’t.”

atsumu runs a hand through his hair. kiyoomi looks at him severely, pleading.

they shouldn’t. the trip’s already extended and they can’t feed another person. besides, he’s twelve.

the kid ducks his head. he points to a doorway. atsumu leaves kiyoomi to dress his wounds as he wanders down. in the bathroom, he sees a body through a crack in the door.

it’s a girl. ginger. maybe seven. she has a knife sticking in her back. atsumu’s jaw clenches.

“easy.” kiyoomi holds his knee still to dress his wound.

atsumu exhales.

“anyone we can return ya to?”

the kid shakes his head. “my mom died the first week. then my sister and i got shifted to a safezone. that safezone was compromised and on the way…”

“what the fuck kid, why are ya here?”

atsumu extends a hand to help the boy crawl out of the cupboard. kiyoomi spots a few cuts on him, deep on his leg and guides him to sit on a chair.

“i was a part of a group. took shelter for the night and they- they got infected.”

when he draws near, he pries the door open in one smooth motion, halfway done swinging his crowbar at the body when it reaches its hands out.

“stop! stop, i’m not infected!”

atsumu freezes. the kid can’t be older than twelve. he’s got ginger hair that’s a dirty brown from dust.

“stay behind me.” atsumu instructs. kiyoomi picks the arrow from the neck of the body, loading it into the bow. atsumu’s hand tightens against the crowbar.

the rustling is coming from the kitchen cupboard. they approach it slowly and carefully. faintly, atsumu hears breathing.

and nara. but a longer trip was worth it to keep them safe. kiyoomi wasn’t reliable with close range fighting yet.

atsumu leans against the the wall of the house. it’s silent, for the most part. until they both perk up at the slightest rustling. they make eye contact.

“i thought this route was clear.” kiyoomi says between pants.

“this is clear. ya don’t wanna see the other ones.”

there were hoards of infected swarming the hyogo-osaka border. the detour they were taking would extend the trip by three days, crossing through kyoto

sakuatsu zombie apocalypse/tlou au pt 4

“omi, cover me!”

“i’m trying!”

kiyoomi reaches for an arrow, managing to nail a zombie in the neck, securing him to the wall. he turns to atsumu, who beats one of the zombie’s heads in with a crowbar.

they heave.

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eventually. and i really thought you’d find that reason with me.”

atsumu reaches out to touch his shoulder. he shrugs it off.

“we’ll leave in the morning. i’m taking the upstairs bedroom.”

so atsumu stays down. he’s sorry. sorry that he can’t be the person omi wishes he was.

kiyoomi gets up, and starts his way up the stairs. atsumu stands up to go after him but kiyoomi turns back and shakes his head.

“no. i don’t want your half hearted reasons why. but i want you to know that there’ll be a reason for you to stick around and it’ll come

atsumu feels something harsh on his face, he blinks. kiyoomi’s glares at him, enraged. atsumu realises belatedly, that the feeling was kiyoomi slapping him.

“fuck you. you saved me, and you can’t even save yourself.”

“i’m not a good person, omi.”

“like hell you are.”

“drop off the things for akaashi-san’s little girl. then fuck off.”

“to where?”

kiyoomi doesn’t like how quiet atsumu is. atsumu sighs, replying quietly.

“omi… there’s nothin’ left fer me. i’ll tie up any loose ends and ya won’t have ta worry about me anymore.”

“it’s weird returnin’ ta some sorta normal while the world is fucked.”

“it’s better than the other options.”

“that it is.”

kiyoomi turns to him, resting his elbow on the back of the couch. he studies atsumu.

“what are you going to do?”

the kansai boy avoids his gaze.

“not in a hurry. not like i got plans.”

he settles down beside kiyoomi on the dusty couch. his head tilts.

“what are yer plans when we get ta osaka?”

kiyoomi shrugs.

“if there’s a doctor, study a bit more. help out where i can. settle down.”

atsumu hums.

maybe we would have met at nationals. we could have been friends.”

“yeah.” atsumu says.

— — —

the rain isn’t letting up. it pelts down, unrelenting and the tiny house is barely able to keep in the warmth.

“we may need to spend the night.” kiyoomi murmurs.

atsumu sighs.

“man, before this i just did volleyball. i was on track ta be captain. who knew there’d be more ta worry about than nationals.”

kiyoomi nods. “i used to play too. wing spiker”

“i was a setter. pretty fuckin’ good at it too.”

kiyoomi smiles. “in another life,