I finally answer the phone and put it to my ear, preparing to say hello, though a cold voice stops me. "That's a very nice show you did, Dancer. It's a shame you didn't invite me to see it." The person says in a steady voice, making me tremble as I wrap an arm around my waist. "Why- how- I-I don't understand." I choke out, thinking of all the ways he could have gotten the video. "One of your friends sent it to me, how sweet of them, right? Since you blocked me, I had to resort to other methods…" he chuckles, and I stumble back, slamming into someone as I gasp. I quickly turn, my eyes wide open as I look up to see Kuroo. "Hey- what's wrong? Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Kuroo says, setting down the bags he held as he reaches out a hand though I flinch away, an involuntary response. "Who's that Dancer? I hope you haven't tried to replace me, I already told you… You'll always be mine, I'll always find you, and I'll always bring you right back into my arms, where you belong. Tell me, does he even know about me?" The person says, making my stomach curl as I gag, dropping my phone though Kuroo caught it as I run to the nearest bathroom.

Luckily, I didn't have much to eat during lunch time, so I didn't throw up much. But it didn't stop the nausea or dry heaving, and someone was pounding on the door. I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes shut, his voice echoing in my ears. I choked for air, sobbing quietly as the person pounding on the door stopped. "Kimi-chan, it's Kenma. Unlock the door, please." Kozu calls a moment later, and I struggle with myself as I wipe my mouth with toilet paper. I finally relent, flushing the toilet and unlocking the door. Kozu slowly steps in, looking up at me as I quickly wipe the tears from my eyes. "What happened, Kimi-chan?" He asks, though he doesn't reach to touch me, which I'm grateful for. "I-I… It… He…" I choke out, though Aima appears at the door, sliding past Kozu and pulling me into a hug. "I came as soon as I got the text. Was it him? Should I call your mom? Your cousin? The police?" Aima says, pulling back and looking me straight in the eyes. "I- no! No police, not… not yet… and I don't… I don't want to…" I choke out, tears gathering in my eyes as she pulls me into another hug. "Hey! It's okay, he's not here." Aima says, running her hand over my back.

"Come on, I brought your toothbrush and toothpaste. Let's get that taste out of your mouth first, then we can kick everyone out of a room until you're ready to talk. I'll have the boys keep a lookout tonight just in case." Aima says, and I slowly nod, brushing my teeth as she doesn't leave my side. She then drags me to the Karasuno team room, which the boys donated for me to have some private time- I'd have to thank them later- Kozu and Kuroo in tow behind us. I had decided to have them come along- Kozu had always been an emotional support for me, and Kuroo- he was strong, smart, and I knew he'd protect me. While I kind of hated him, I did respect him and trust him, and I knew he genuinely cared for me. I collapse to my knees onto one of the futons, letting my hands fall limp to my lap as I look anxiously around the room. "Whenever you're ready to spill, Kimiko." Misaki says, bringing over a water bottle that I take, setting to the side as I kick off my slippers, setting them to the side. Kuroo handed me my phone and I hesitantly took it, staring at it as if it had betrayed me. He said one of my friends had sent it to him, but which friend could it be?