#torineko

     The prince took little to no time in kneeling down, extending a hand to the fallen male. He was a gracious boy, none so inflated that he should ignore another’s struggles. And at this critical time for him, he was even more sensitive about illness, poverty, and even just simple stumbles on the road like this.

"You also smell like a tree." What even.

youre not annoying in anyway, and i like interacting with you !! im always here if you need someone to listen to your vents,

// thank you so much! i’ll def. keep that in mind, for the future. again, ty;;;

henjinkaku replied to your post:[[MOR] // i feel like absolute shit right now,...

puts a hand over your mouth. we may not have interacted yet but i enjoy seeing you on my feed!! i like your tsukki a lot!

// oh gosh, thank you;;; (i think i’m going to be saying thank you a lot orz) that... that really means a lot to hear, that you enjoy seeing me on your feed.

yamaverse replied to your post:[[MOR] // i feel like absolute shit right now,...

laraaa! there is no way that you are annoying! ;m; and i think your tsukki is amazing and it’s really fun to rp with you! ;;;

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

15. Kiss in the rain

       The rain is relentless as it pours down around Oikawa but he finds he lacks the ability to care. He’d lost once again, and this time it wasn’t even against Shiratorizawa, against Ushijima. His team was knocked out a round earlier than usual in the semi-finals by Karasuno. He’d lost to Kageyama finally. He’d been surpassed by the genius setter and it hurt to be reminded that it only had been a matter of time. He was a dethroned monarch, a fading star that, after desperately trying to cling onto what little light left shining, finally dimmed. 

       While the rest of his teammates expressed their despair at the loss immediately after the match, Oikawa held himself together and took his reigns as the captain to comfort them. Immediately after, however, declined walking home with Iwaizumi. He’d forced a smile and said he had some business to take care of when really, he just didn’t want the others to see that even after all this time he still berated himself. He still blamed himself for not being good enough because he couldn’t bring himself to blame his team—and it wasn’t their fault. Karasuno was better. Kageyama was better. 

       No amount of crying could change that. No wishing he’d done something different or even played for another team. It was the inevitable outcome, and he’d long since recognized that, but still, this knowledge didn’t hurt any less. One thing had changed since middle school, though. Sure, he hated geniuses, but he didn’t blame Kageyama because he knew the other was trying just as hard as he was, wanted to win just as bad as he did. 

       It didn’t go unnoticed when Kageyama managed to find him behind the gym, head buried in his hands as hesat in silence, merely allowing the rain to fall both around and on him. He’d looked up and didn’t frown, didn’t shout or show any recognizable bout of jealousy. He was evensurprised when Kageyama confessed that he truly was sorry, that he honestly believed Oikawa was great enough to go onto the finals to beat Shiratorizawa and finally get his own glimpse of the nationals. 

       And maybe he was just trying to comfort the brunet, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing the collar of the younger’strack suit top to pull him into a searing kiss. This meeting of their lips housed years of anger and jealousy and frustration, and just as the droplets falling from the sky, Oikawa was relentless as he pressed his lips against Kageyama’s preventing him from moving away. He was actually surprised to note that the younger reciprocated the act. He’d alwaysknown there had been something more in Kageyama’s eyes when he looked at him than admiration and awe.