He can’t even remember what started this, it was probably something stupid, some offhand comment the other boy had made that exploded into…well, this.
And he hated it, honestly, he didn’t want to be upset with Noya, didn’t want to push him to the point of shouting at him (again, his mind helpfully supplied) and yet somehow the words had just kept coming, the frustration pouring out almost too quickly to stop.
“I didn’t ask for anything-!” And he hadn’t, and maybe that was more of aproblem than a reassurance, maybe he should’ve asked for more. “I don’t want anything from you, when have I ever asked for anything from you?”
THAT’S the only coherent word that ran through his mind at this point. It was an acceptance of a reality that Nishinoya, Yuu never allowed himself to acknowledge. Yuu makes a lot of mistakes- in school, with his family, with his friends. Now that the reality had been shown to the libero, all of his actions began to play back to him.
THERE was a long silence after Asahi spoke because he was RIGHT. Really, Nishinoya should have left the older boy alone a long time ago because CLEARLY he wasn’t needed or wanted. The second year didn’t panic often, anxiety wasn’t a huge part of his life ( reserved only for when his family paid a visit generally ) but it was present at this moment.
A small hand shifted to grip at his shirt, directly over his heart where his chest was seemingly contracting. It was as though his body was collapsing in on himself.
ALL he wanted was to help- all he wanted was to be someone that people could rely on and yet all he’d manage to do is make them frustrated or annoy them. This self inflicted truth was seeping into the libero’s mind like a cerebral parasite. It was a false belief and any clear thinking person could see that, but Noya wasn’t clear thinking at the moment.
SO after long moments of silence, with steadier breath than he’d thought possible, Yuu spoke. “You’re right,” the words were too quiet, too accepting ( he was giving up ) . “I’m sorry.”