[12:45PM], Atsumu sneaks out of his room, barely passing a glance at his sleeping team. His hands shook as he found a more open area, the soft night air in the training camp temporarily soothing his nerves. He wanted to run off, just for a little bit....but he knew he'd most likely regret it later. Despite that, his feet still turned to face the opposite direction, only to be stopped by a familiar, stern but ridden with sleep voice. SAKUSA.: Going somewhere, Miya?
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