"Of course… He's my everything." I say softly, watching the video and feeling even better. "He just makes it all worth it." I say, Aima walking over and patting my back. "That was his first time watching you dance on the ribbon right? He loved it! I bet he can't wait to see the next go around!" Aima says, and I offer her a smile. "He's not the only one, I'm sure I've got everyone waiting on their toes." I laugh softly, the video ending as I just stared at my phone. "It was him. He called and told me that it was a very nice show, that it was a shame I didn't invite him… Someone sent him the video. At least, that's what he said. 'One of your friends sent it to me, how sweet of them, right? Since you blocked me, I had to resort to other methods.'" I said, covering my mouth as I started to feel nauseous again. Aima grabbed my hand, squeezing it tight. "Kuroo walked up and- he heard him talking to me. 'Who's that Dancer? I… I hope you haven't tried to replace me... I already told you…" I said, starting to feel choked up as I pause, taking deep breaths as I feel hot, fanning myself and taking deep breaths. "It's okay girl, at your own pace." Aima says, gently stroking my back as I nod, my body trembling.
Misaki comes over again, handing me the water bottle from before and I gladly take it this time, using it to wash down the feeling of acid in the back of my throat. It was nice and cool, she must've put ice in it, which I was thankful for. She sits down on the other side of me, gently stroking my back as well as I set the water bottle down. I smile weakly at them both, beginning to pick at my fingers as I take a deep breath. "'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?'" I slowly work out, staring blankly at the ground as Aima just runs a hand over her face. "He sounds crazy." Kuroo says, slowly walking forward and kneeling down in front of me. "That's one way to describe him, yeah." I whisper, though Kuroo slowly, carefully takes my hands into his hot hands, stopping me from picking at my fingers. "11 hours." I whisper, taking a deep breath. "That's if he's even in america. Can you trace a video if it's forwarded through someone?" I ask softly, everyone seeming to tense as I just laugh softly, though I feel terribly scared. In fact, I feel terrified and sick.
"He… he wouldn't reveal his hand if he didn't… if he didn't know how to… he knows. Somehow he knows where I am. It's… in the video." I whisper, slowly reaching for my phone though Kuroo takes it before I can. "Suzuki-chan, come here. I'll hold you, and I'll keep you safe. I'll look over the video on my phone, and you can watch the video of Nen-kun, okay?" Kuroo says softly, gently setting the phone in my hand as I slowly nod. He sits down, spreading his legs and gently patting his lap. I hesitantly crawl into his lap, sitting down and leaning my back against his hot chest. "Kimi-chan, do you want to show me the video of Nen-kun? You can play with my hair as we watch it, I'll hold the phone." Kozu asks, and I offer him a weak smile. "That… would be nice." I whisper, and he nods, slowly coming over and laying in my lap as I unlock my phone. I hand it to him and he takes it, pulling up the video while Kuroo takes his phone out, beginning to tap away on it. It feels good to be sandwiched in their warmth, knowing I was safe for the moment, listening and watching sweet Nen do his Nen things. I kind of felt okay, stroking my fingers through Kozu's soft hair, delicately braiding it.
