other boy so hard to read .. sharp feature unable ( or was it unwilling? ) to be caught under the flame , leaves much shadowed and undecipherable ─── yet still he finds himself urging his way forward ( though darkness blinding has always been a great fear to one so EASILY swallowed up ) fingers curl deeper into setters jacket so he may regain his balance, chin tilting upward and gaze falling upon lips still moving .. a ringing in his ears once the silence begins to repair its fracture // for a while he remains silent. insult so readily spat towards the end of barked order not hurting nearly as much as what came before it ── slowly fingers with knuckles gone white due to such strong hold, begin their slow release .. fabric soft but worn from their practices, slips out of his fingers .. as do the sentiments he’d left buried in his palm in previous days when tongue was too raw to chirp them. with other now free from his grasp, hinata takes a small step backwards ;
❛ did i do somethin’ .. wrong , kageyama - kun ? ❜ spoken in a tone so quiet and unlike him at all that he feels the need to clear his throat to rid it of it’s strangeness.
the golden sun burns his heart and fingers that extend , the losing touch scorching chest and swelled pained eyes that furrowed beneath his brow , and before the king knows he grips hinata ‘s hand that dares to leave his clothes . heart sinks and thrums in ears , everything silent but his own decaying body that clings to the sunshine dripped thread that dangles in his reach . eyes that falter , eyes that hold pain burn below his furrowed brows and eyes glare at the hand that ‘s trapped in his . its so small - its so warm . the hand that hits the tosses no other can keep up with . breathing crushes lungs that screams to others , the past never leaves me . feeling the small hand shake , kageyama falters - loosening his grip yet keeps the hand in his own . water burns the eyes of a crow , the eyes of a fallen king .
❛ no …. no you didnt …. boke . ❜ why cant i love ? why cant i open the heart that bleeds to someone who heals . a king with no crown cannot feel the weight of others , a king with no crown cannot take the queen away . with orange below him he watches as hair cups round cheeks and craves to cup that very skin that flushes on the court . wanting to take the power for himself . ❛ sorry . ❜
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