Its…awkward.

So awkward sitting in the passengers seat of his car, knees hiked up to your chest, hiccuping quietly and bracing every 3 seconds like you’re going to throw up. Suna, your ex, has got no clue what to say.

Because, well…what do you tell your ex girlfriend—who you dated for years, who you broke up with because you couldn’t balance love and ambition—when she shows up to a friend’s birthday, Atsumu’s party, with someone new, only to get humiliated in front of everyone?

When her new boyfriend screams at her over a message on his phone, throws his drink and half his food onto her like a spectacle, and then drives off in his car, leaving her standing there soaked and shaking and trying not to cry?

A sigh leaves his lips, yellowish eyes very much still on the road ahead. It’s a long drive back home—from the beach all the way back to the city.

“You can sit normally…I’ll just um, get the seats cleaned when I’m home”