MayAnne
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- Haikyuu!! (4)
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He had never felt this way about anyone else before. Just looking at Hinata made his mind break. He didn’t know what to call the emotion, and he was still at a point where most emotions were immediately reinterpreted as anger, or annoyance. He didn’t know what to do. He had too much pride, so much pride. He wanted Hinata to break first, to make the exception for Kageyama first, to say ‘I don’t date actors but I would date you; I can’t do long-term but I could with you; I’m bad at one-night-stands but I could make it work with you’. Too much pride. He knew he was at a disadvantage. He had always known. He knew he felt double, triple, an exponential factorial of whatever Hinata felt. He had always known.
“If I asked you to go to war for me, would you do it?”
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These two years together, this time spent living together in this dorm, this hard-won friendship – it all sort of felt like an interlude, like Kageyama was in a transition period, like he was finally moving onto the next stage after this weird limbo, a non-space that was growing more tense with each wasted day. It all sort of felt like Hinata would wake up one morning and Kageyama would be standing there, muttering something about moving out, something about his not-girlfriend, something about their friendship coming to an end. It all felt like Hinata had spent the past two years in his own movie, fulfilled, happy, and Kageyama had just been paused on a title card.
Like an interlude. Like Kageyama was about to press play.
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- Part 3 of College
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“Listen,” Suga said, breathing out deeply. “I’ll forget about tonight if you do, okay? You forget I asked you to dance. I’ll forget you kissed me.”
Daichi smirked a little. “You kissed me back.”
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- Part 2 of College
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Tsukishima could see the hurt in Yamaguchi’s eyes, a deep hurt, deeper than anything he had ever really seen, but then the hurt was quickly choked out by anger. Yamaguchi was angry. He was furious, his eyebrows furrowing, his hands balling into fists, his jaw clenching.
Tsukishima felt his heart thud in his chest, felt his brain sound off an alarm that maybe he had gone too far, that maybe he hadn’t said what he meant, or meant what he had said.
“I’m sorry.” Tsukishima found himself saying. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Series
- Part 1 of College