lips parted, the youth lets out a quick laugh,
though completely unintentional. he places
a finger to his lips to stifle the sound before
it dies out completely, like embers flittering,
though the fire isn’t gone just yet - quite the
contrary, it’s burning as bright as ever. there’s
a challenge in the setter’s eyes, red on brown,
his expression morphing to unadulterated excite-
ment. making others angry is always a blissful feel-
ing. he set up the dominoes that form this situation
and now he’s more than ready to knock them all down.
imagine that, finding joy in destroying one’s own creation.
“you have no intention of losing,
do you? but what about the inter-
high? you probably did intend to
win, but i don’t think disappointing
your upperclassmen in what was
possibly the last match of their
high school careers is the
definition of victory!”
another laugh, but it’s on the boisterous side.
he finds the notion amusing. hilarious, even.
the lilt of his voice takes on a more musical,
mocking theme, filled to the brim with enjoy-
ment from the other’s expression; the way
his fist clenches, how he sneers at oikawa,
an expression of ‘holy shit i want to murder
this kid’ concealed slightly by auburn bangs.
“shut us down, huh? such a shame,
swans are always so graceful when they fly!
why would you want to shoot down such a beautiful creature?”
he spreads his arms, fingers pointing upward.
ah. that’s right, he’s part of a flock of swans
( though he is a black one at that; pretty face,
ugly heart. something breathtaking blooming
from the ugly duckling ). “no matter how high the
wall, we’ll always be able to soar above it, isn’t
that right?” there’s a full-blown grin on his face now,
and he shoves his hands back into his pockets.
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