[Kageyama winced. He'd not meant to push that hard... Guilt washed through him and his steps faltered, but he was already walking and turning around now was out of the question. He just needed to go. That was all he could think. His guard had been lowered and Oikawa's words had stung. Without a barrier in place to shield him from that, he'd felt them in a way that made him feel sick.
He didn't wait. Kageyama kept walking. Oikawa hadn't meant to be an asshole, it just came naturally he supposed. And did he really want that in his life? Could he stand to allow himself to care for someone who belittled him and teased him without mercy? Was it even worth it?
His steps, without him really realising, did slow down though. His head was lowered, eyes focused on the ground in front of him.]
... Okay.
[What else could he say? Kageyama wasn't good with words at the best of times. And all of a sudden he just felt tired.
Oikawa had always been someone he'd admired. Someone he'd liked. Take volleyball away and he'd liked Oikawa as a person, until he'd realised he was actually a jerk. But Kageyama wasn't sure that Oikawa could do the same. Wasn't sure he could separate volleyball and Kageyama. So he was always going to get bullied by the other.
But maybe he was wrong? Maybe Oikawa could change, or at least learn to take the venom out of his words. Could he learn not to be so jealous of him though? Would that ruin any kind of relationship they tried to form? Kageyama had never been in one before but he knew enough that jealousy was a bad thing.]
You're sorry. Fine. But what does my talent have to do with... with... whatever's going on right now?
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Date: 11 November 2021 10:01 (UTC)He didn't wait. Kageyama kept walking. Oikawa hadn't meant to be an asshole, it just came naturally he supposed. And did he really want that in his life? Could he stand to allow himself to care for someone who belittled him and teased him without mercy? Was it even worth it?
His steps, without him really realising, did slow down though. His head was lowered, eyes focused on the ground in front of him.]
... Okay.
[What else could he say? Kageyama wasn't good with words at the best of times. And all of a sudden he just felt tired.
Oikawa had always been someone he'd admired. Someone he'd liked. Take volleyball away and he'd liked Oikawa as a person, until he'd realised he was actually a jerk. But Kageyama wasn't sure that Oikawa could do the same. Wasn't sure he could separate volleyball and Kageyama. So he was always going to get bullied by the other.
But maybe he was wrong? Maybe Oikawa could change, or at least learn to take the venom out of his words. Could he learn not to be so jealous of him though? Would that ruin any kind of relationship they tried to form? Kageyama had never been in one before but he knew enough that jealousy was a bad thing.]
You're sorry. Fine. But what does my talent have to do with... with... whatever's going on right now?