[Somehow, even though the laughter doesn't actually sound bad, it feels worse. Kageyama's at a loss for what to say or do. He can't even summon up his anger from before. It's all gone, leaving him feeling shaky and confused.
This isn't how it was supposed to go.
He didn't want to dust off those old feelings only to be hurt again. It had taken him so long to harden himself, to toughen up and get used to the idea he could only rely on himself. And it was an even harder lesson to learn that... was probably wrong as well. To be wrong about everything though...?
Something warm moved around him and pressed low on his back and Kageyama had to bite the inside of his cheek to fight the impulse to shiver.
Why was Oikawa touching him so familiarly? Oh, please, couldn't they just go back to fighting? That made more sense then Oikawa actually liking him!
But... then the idiot went and started talking. Kageyama's head had lowered, looking at his hands on Oikawa's chest. They'd long since flattened out, no longer gripping the others shirt but resting against his chest. He could push. Force him away. But he had no strength. He could only listen.
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This isn't how it was supposed to go.
He didn't want to dust off those old feelings only to be hurt again. It had taken him so long to harden himself, to toughen up and get used to the idea he could only rely on himself. And it was an even harder lesson to learn that... was probably wrong as well. To be wrong about everything though...?
Something warm moved around him and pressed low on his back and Kageyama had to bite the inside of his cheek to fight the impulse to shiver.
Why was Oikawa touching him so familiarly? Oh, please, couldn't they just go back to fighting? That made more sense then Oikawa actually liking him!
But... then the idiot went and started talking. Kageyama's head had lowered, looking at his hands on Oikawa's chest. They'd long since flattened out, no longer gripping the others shirt but resting against his chest. He could push. Force him away. But he had no strength. He could only listen.
... Warmth flooded his cheeks.]
None of that... makes sense...