𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲. hurt / comfort !!! tobio is no good with tears and i love him
Kageyama knows it’s bad when Suga-senpai confronts him about it.
“So,” he ambushes him during lunch time, around the vending machine (Of course he waits around the vending machine, Kageyama’s favoured spot to get his daily dose of milk). “What happened?”
Kageyama frowns. “About what?”
“You know what I mean.” However, Sugawara smiles, in that nurturing way of his that always makes Kageyama feel a little lighter. And a little troubled as well, because he can’t believe how utterly transparent he could be at times.
Kageyama chooses to direct his glowering towards the vending machine, gaze flickering between a carton of milk or yogurt, a predicament he struggled with each day— but which was considerably easier to deal with, next to the one he currently had at hand, that’s it. He growls when he notices the guilt is dawning upon him, again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Sugawa asks, gently as ever, and Kageyama wants to say no, because a part of him does not wants to talk about it. But the other part, the vulnerable, insecure one, seems to be taking over him more often than not these days, and so he decides there’s no harm in speaking to a familiar face.
Far too violently, Kageyama presses both buttons simultaneously and lets the vending machine do the decision for him. “We had a fight,” he says, quietly.
“So I heard,” Sugawara recognizes, but Kageyama isn’t really phased about it. Suga is, like, everyone’s go-to when it came for a comforting presence. He’s reliable, a good listener, and just as great at offering advice. He’s the type of person with lots of strengths that Kageyama himself lacks, and Kageyama can’t help but envy him, just a tiny bit. “It was that bad?” he probes, and Kageyama purses his lips in a flat line.
To put it truthfully, it wasn’t supposed to be that bad. To put it very frankly, it was incredibly and thoroughly moronic of both of you to have gotten so worked up over such a silly argument. Because that’s what it was; a silly argument, a minor discussion that the two of you blowed out of proportion and allowed to scalate the way it did. Stupid, sensitive teenagers.
“Have you tried talking to them?” Sugarawa asks.
“Yes,” Kageyama replies, but he doesn’t seem precisely happy. “but they don’t wanna talk to me.”
“The cold shoulder, huh?” Sugawara sighs, very much like a father would do. “Well, they can be quite petty, too.”
Kageyama nods in silence, lacking for better words. It frustrates him to no end, to be on such terms with you, to have you completely overlooking his existence. It frustrates him. And he doesn’t even gets to apologize or raise the flag of truce because you won’t even look his way. The mere thought is enough to have him slamming his head into the wall and scream at the top of his lungs.
“What are you planning to do, then?”
Kageyama stops himself from doing so, though. “What can I do? They’re gonna ignore me anyways.”
“But you don’t want to let things go on like this, do you?”
Kageyama’s frowns deepens (if that’s even possible), but before his brain’s broken wires can sort out a way out of this fucking mess, his focus is taken away by a tiny little drop in his right cheek— followed by another one, and other one—
“Well, no one told me that it would be raining today,” Sugawara says as he looks up, gray clouds gathering above them. “C’mon, let’s get going before we get soaked.”
Kageyama agrees, although half-heartedly. For whatever reason, the light drizzle failing upon them seems to be reminding him of something, but he can’t exactly put his finger as to what it is. He always brings his umbrella, he couldn’t possibly have forgotten it—
Oh.
“Oh, fuck it.”
Powerless, you stand at the entrance of the school as you take in how the harmless rain at the beginning of the day had evolved into a massive downpour. Most of the students proceed to head off under the shelter of their respective umbrellas; shelter you can’t afford because, mind you, you rarely cared enough to bring an umbrella of your own.
Tobio always shared his with me, after all…
No. Don’t think about Tobio. Don’t think about Tobio and his pouty face and how he always puts up a fight before letting you get away with whatever you want, the space under his umbrella included. Don’t you think about it. You’re supposed to be mad at him, and rightfully so. He was mean (and so were you) and said mean things (and so did you) and you weren’t going to let it slide just like that. You had a pride to keep. Yes. You had one.
(But what about him?) No, this isn’t about him. This isn’t about him. (He’s probably hurt, too) And that’s on him. He started it all (let’s be real, you kinda were at fault as well) and he’s gotta live with it. (But he tried? To apologize? Several times?) NO. You don’t wanna hear it. You’re mad, reasonably mad, and it’s perfectly warranted. You could be mad for the rest of your life, if you wanted to (but you didn’t). End of the discussion.
The rain comes down steadily. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop any time soon. Fuck it. You’re not letting the rain keep you stuck with your inner conflict any longer. You bend forward to make sure your shoes are strongly tied and place your backpack over your head, making the perfect shield. You’re Unstoppable now. No rain is getting into your way.
Ready, steady...
“What are you doing, dumbass?”
Go— Ok, no go.
You’re torn between offering him a snarky reply, scowling at him or simply icing him out, but once you lock eyes with Tobio all you want to do is (redacted). Oh, would you look at that, you brain has already repressed that memory!
“None of your concern,” you end up saying, immediately averting his gaze. Tobio can’t even feel glad about you finally breaking your vow of silence towards him.
“Is that so,” he replies, and you hate how defeated he sounds. How can you be mad at him if he doesn’t make it easy for you?
“Are you heading home?” he tries once again, and you’re definitely not endeared by it.
“Well, I was going to before someone stopped me.”
“It’s raining,” he points out.
“It certainly is,” you agree.
An uncomfortable silence follows. It’s one you aren’t used to at all, especially around Tobio. It felt so wrong.
You’re oh-so interested into the tip of your shoes that it startles you a little when a familiar umbrella suddenly appears in your field of vision. You didn’t even feel Kageyama coming closer, but there he was; standing a few steps away from you, handing his very own blue-ish umbrella. It takes you a second to take in the whole situation.
“Here,” he says, not budging an inch from his position. There are so many things you could question, but you can’t even find your voice to do so. Kageyama scoffs. “Don’t give me that look. You never bring one yourself, do you?”
And then it hits you. Violently, like a sudden epiphany, even when it’s something you’ve known for a long time now.
He cares.
Seeing you aren’t trying to accept the offer, Tobio nudges the umbrella in your direction, vehemently. Nothing. He knits his brows together. He knows you’re stubborn, but so is he, and he isn’t taking a no for answer— Wait.
“... Are you crying?”
It’s crazy how all it takes for you to crack are three words, because suddenly you’re choking on your own tears, so it’s kinda pointless to try to keep appearances now. And Kageyama dies a little, because oh my god you’re crying.
“Hey… Hey!” he flails, voice admittedly cracking. “Why are you crying? It’s— It’s something I did?”
But since you’re in no condition to speak up, his questions remain unanswered. He has never been at such a loss for words as he stares at you, sobbing and whimpering and scrubbing at your face just to let more tears stream down your cheeks, pretty much like a kid would do, which only makes it all the more heart-wrenching. All the more unbearable to witness.
Kageyama unconsciously searches in his pockets for a handkerchief or a tissue or anything that would make you stop crying, really, only to realize he doesn’t even has one of those to offer up. But there’s something in the way you cry your heart out that shakes him to the very core, that disarms him and calls for desperate measures. So, he does something he usually wouldn’t.
You flinch noticeably when a hand hesitantly brushes against your cheek. The touch is awkward, yet undeniably gentle, and you momentarily stop your crying to blink up at him through the tears. It’s blurry, but you can still make out his deep blue eyes. The way he freezes as soon as he’s caught, like he’s just broken some sort of unspoken rule by initiating physical contact and is waiting for divine retribution or something. His lips pursing in that signature pout of his. You take in every part of him, gratefully.
“You hate me?” You don’t even realize how uncalled for your question sounds until it’s out, but what is done is done, and Kageyama seems so genuinely bewildered— It’s almost laughable.
“How could I possibly hate you?”
And that’s all you need to put aside every bit of your stubborn pride.
“I don’t wanna fight anymore,” you state, finally.
Kageyama needs an actual second to register your words. “Ok,”
“I hate fighting.”
“Me too,” he admits, far too quickly to be insincere, far too unfiltered for your liking.
“I don’t wanna be mad at you,” You’re probably just running your mouth at this point, but you just can’t bring yourself to stop. “and I don’t want you to be mad at me, either.”
“I’m not mad at you.” he says, and it’s as comforting as it is nerve-wrecking. “And you don’t have to be mad, if you don’t want to.”
Sniffle. A tiny, selfish tear attempts to slip away, but Tobio wipes it before she gets too far. “So don’t cry…”
But crying does not obeys anyone’s command, so you keep sniffing and snivelling for a while until you’re finally done with it, and Tobio stays. He’d stay forever, if you’d let him.
unpopular opinion: i think osamu is far worse than atsumu but he just doesn’t show it cs he did paint himself as the saint between the two of them HAHAHAH
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[ JUNE @ 2:44 ] oh SHUT IT before i BLUSH 😳 i’m so flattered to know you love the way i portray shouyo bc characterization is v important to me and i just LOVE to write about him as well hhhgs he’s such an endearing character don’t even get me started he evokes so many positive emotions and writing abt him and his sunny smiles and how passionate he is towards volleyball and life makes me so ! happy ! so ty for granting me with such honor HGDFHK ily 💖
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𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿. hinata shouyo
𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁. #95 “good luck.”
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲. a bit hurty. it’s just abt (puts fingers together) the little gestures
His blinding smile. Your gaze meeting his. A good luck fist bump.
A silly gesture that had grown into a private code of yours. It doesn’t holds a meaning, per se— It’s not supposed to have one. Just genuine encouragement, a casual display of affection. That’s all there is to it.
That’s all there should be to it.
“Hold up— Rio? As in, Rio de Janeiro?”
Hinata laughs, carefree as ever, as the two of you sit on the stairs of some park, perhaps closer than necessary. The sun sets in the distance, hues of orange and burgundy colouring the sky, pulling night along its place. These days, it’s seems like your detours on your way home take longer than the usual.
“Yep. Rio, as in, Rio de Janeiro,” he repeats, nodding alongside each word. His smile grows bigger when he turns around and sees your utterly dumbfounded expression.
“Wait— But, I mean…” You can’t even be embarrassed about your stuttering, too preoccupied trying to come up with a coherent sentence. It’s like you’ve suddenly downloaded a Considerably Big file and your brain memory card is the size of a teaspoon. Hinata waits patiently until you pull yourself together, though. “What?”
Another string of giggles. You force yourself to ignore the odd, fuzzy feeling that his laughter brings to you.
“I don’t get it,” you finally confess, feeling like you’ll run out of power at any second. “I just— Why? Why Brazil? Why now? Why so— so suddenly?”
“It’s not sudden, though?” he says. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long while, actually.”
“Since when?”
He tilts his head, “Since I did ball boy during that one training camp in my first year. Remember? The one I wasn’t even invited to?”
How could you possibly forget? Only Hinata Shouyo was bold enough to barge into an exclusive training camp Uninvited just because he felt like it. Reckless, unpredictable Shouyo.
Unpredictable indeed.
“When are you planning to leave, then?”
“Oh, not until we graduate, that’s for sure!” He flashes you his million dollar smile. “I’ll train for a year too before I leave, so, at the very least, It’ll take me about, uh, a couple of years? I don’t know, you do the math.”
Roughly two years, you think. That’s practically nothing.
“Is that so…” It’s all you manage to say, because you don’t really have anything better to offer. You look down to your hands, hooking and unhooking your fingers in deep thought. There’s just too much to unpack for your single braincell.
Hinata’s leaving. Leaving. After Graduation. To Rio, out of all the places. Isn’t Rio, like, halfway across the globe? Another continent. Very far, far away.
“Are you gonna go and say it’s a bad idea, too?”
You blink, putting the turmoil of thinking thoughts in mute to place all of your attention in Hinata. It was hard not to give your full and undivided attention to Hinata Shouyo. He had that sort of effect in people.
“What do you mean?” you ask instead.
“Most of the people think so,” He doesn’t seem particularly bothered despite his words. “I mean, they don’t say it, like, verbally, but I can feel it. Well, except Tsukishima. He did say to my face I’d just embarrass myself in Rio. Can you believe it? The disrespect! I mean, there’s the cultural shock stuff and Portuguese does seem very difficult— But! You don’t know until you try, right?” Then, for some reason, he goes awfully quiet and adds. “Or perhaps it is foolish, after all?”
“I don’t think it’s foolish at all,” you answer before you can actually register your own words. “Well, yeah, you might not be the brightest academically—”
“Hey!”
“But you’re a hard-worker, Shouyo. Especially when volleyball it’s involved. I think if it’s you, you’ll do it just fine.”
Hinata stares. Knowingly. “But?”
God, how does he see right through you?
“... I’m just wondering why you’d choose beach volleyball, that’s all,” you tell him quietly, so you won’t spill all the other embarrasing and selfish questions you had in mind. So you won’t show the sudden sprout of loneliness manifesting within you.
Hinata takes a while before replying, every trace of playfulness leaving his face. “Because I want to be capable of doing everything,” he says while looking somewhere up in the sky, somewhere you probably couldn’t reach even if you tried to. “There’s, like, so much to learn about volleyball, so many things I haven’t even considered before, and I want to know it all. I need to do it all.”
Of course he’ll say something along the lines. Certified Hopeless and Lovable Volleyball Nerd, you muse to yourself.
A smile quickly pops in his face, because Hinata Shouyo is only able to remain serious for so long, “Anyways! I’ll probably just do a fool of myself or whatever.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Hey! Here is where you’re supposed to say that’s not true!”
“But even if you do a fool of yourself,” With a gentle tap, you knock the tip of your shoes against his. “I’ll be cheering on you, Shouyo.”
You raise a fist and offer it up to him. Hinata stares at you, then at your hand.
“For good luck?” It’s more of a question, as if you haven’t done it thousands of times already.
Hinata smiles, and it’s so welcoming and bright, you could almost taste what it might be like. Softly, he bumps his fist against yours.
*scratches head* not 2 be Dumb but how did u make the graphics that are in your masterlist? :0
[ JUNE @ 1:10 ] it’s not dumb at all beloved! i did em with photoshop and it’s rlly simple i just cleaned some of my favorite panels of each team and placed them on a header as i considered fit. i feel like i actually Suck at explaining this kind of things but hopefully i got my point across jjsjsj
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73 with akaashi, please? if you're still taking requests of course! ❤️
𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿. akaashi keiji
𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁. #73 “take mine.”
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲. just soft teenagers being silly ! fluffy shit !
“I told you to bring a coat,” Akaashi says, far too matter-of-factly for your liking, but if there’s any eagerness to fight back you bite it down. As much as you hate to admit, he’s right. Akaashi’s hardly ever wrong, you idly think to yourself.
“I didn’t thought it would be this cold!” you still have the nerve to complain, because, who’s going to stop you?
“It’s snowing.”
“I didn’t thought it would snow, either!”
“You shouldn’t underestimate January,” he states, silently staring as you shiver and pout and kick at the snow that has been piling up around. It’s a childish sight to behold, you’re perfectly aware of it, but Akaashi doesn’t seem to be particularly bothered. If anything, you’d say he’s almost amused by your antics.
“With all due respect, Sir, but I feel compelled to let you know I’m not the only moron underestimating January,” With that said, Akaashi follows with his gaze the point your finger indicates, only to be met with the the figure of certain boisterous, white-haired young lad running and slipping down the snow-covered streets. No coat, no scarf, just two functioning brain cells and a burning will to have a great time. The vivid picture of youth. Truly inspiring.
“Bokuto-san will be fine,” Akaashi resolves after a beat of silence, but you can tell there’s a slight tick on his eye as Bokuto proceeds to fall on his face. Several times. “Most likely.”
“Debatable.”
A chill runs down your spine. Trying to keep yourself warm, you rub both of your forearms and heave a long sigh, the air falling like a cloud and disappearing amidst the cold wind. Fuck, you really should have brought your coat. It’s freezing and your few layers of clothing are not what you’d call cozy. You shove your hands beneath your armpits and wonder if you’ll make it to your home without getting frostbitten— It’s not even that cold, you viciously tell yourself, it’s only cold if you think so, so it’s not cold. You’re not frozen to the bone, you will not die—
You’re so engrossed into your inner monologue you don’t even notice when Akaashi unbuttons his own coat and slides it over your shoulders, far too gently, as if he’s handling spun glass. So Akaashi-like.
“There,” he offers primly, and a tiny part of you wishes his hands would have remained over your shoulders a little longer. “Take mine. You’re freezing.”
“That’s a false statement,” you say, deliberately ignoring his raised brow. “And I can’t take this! What about you? You’ll freeze, too.”
“Your house is only ten minutes away,” he points out. “I think I can endure it until then.”
“Nu-uh,” you shake your head, vehemently so, as your previous train of thoughts strikes back again. “You’re not dying on me.”
“I don’t know how you possibly reached that conclusion but I’m not going to ask.”
“I’m giving it back,” you try to do the exact same he did while lending you the coat, but Akaashi persists.
“It’s fine. Just take it.”
“No can do, Sir. Our team’s precious setter can’t afford to get a cold!”
“I’m telling you, I’m fine. If anything, I’m more concerned about you getting one.”
There’s such stark (and equally endearing) contrast between Akaashi’s messy, silky dark hair and the tiny flakes of snow landing on it, it almost takes your breath away. Damned Akaashi and his ethereal, otherworldly beauty.
“Don’t you think I’m just gonna say yes and stay put because you’ve got that pretty face of yours.”
“Pretty face, you say…”
“Anyways, I’m not letting you freeze to death because of me!”
It’s probably just you, but it seems like Akaashi’s perpetually stoic face is about to break into a smile at any given second. “You can be so dramatic at times.”
You look up to him (because there’s something so inherently distracting about Akaashi + a snowy scenery that you can’t really put in words) until Akaashi gets shy and looks away (because yes, as a fact, Akaashi Keiji gets shy) and something stirs in your chest. Deeply, tenderly. You still can’t put it into words, but perhaps that’s the reason why you take the coat and, after placing it back into your shoulders, you lean into Akaashi’s chest and try to envelop him into the fabric as well. You can tell Akaashi’s taken aback by the sudden approach, but for whatever reason, he doesn’t pull back. He just stays still, allowing you to snuggle in closer and surround the shape of him with the coat to the best of your abilities. Only then you realize how warm Akaashi is.
A moment of silence goes by before Akaashi finds his voice once again. “... What is this supposed to be?”
“A settlement,” you say, half assured, half I’m-five-seconds-away-from-human-combustion! “It’s fair like this. No one’s getting cold. A win-win.”
“Is that so,” he replies (and is he holding back a smile? he’s holding back a smile). “But how we will move around in this position?”
“We can just—,” you move half of a step backwards, gently nudging Akaashi so he does the same, but forwards. “Slowly make our way like this.”
“It’s going to be quite the task doing it like this,” he states, but follows your lead anyways.
“Then so be it!”
Akaashi giggles so quietly you wouldn’t have heard it if you couldn’t feel them coming from his chest. His voice is so small and sheepish, and yet so, so warm, you might just melt.
“What are you guys doing?!” Both of you flinch considerably, but quickly ease as soon as you recognize Bokuto’s voice piping up. “Oh, that looks like fun! Let me in, let me in!”
“Wait, Bokuto-san—”
“Stop, Bo! That tickles!”
If we fast-forward a couple of minutes ahead, the three of you are getting Stares as you walk across the snow-covered streets in an unconventional and strange positioning, with Bokuto hunched and the coat spread around his head and shoulders, shielding the two of you under his improvised tent. Bokuto is beaming with confidence, you are laughing to your heart’s content, Akaashi is suffering. It isn't cold anymore.
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