catching fire on the court

          “Nobody ASKED you to do that! I didn’t need you to jump in! I would’ve been fine taking a few hits! Now look at you! You can barely stand on your own…” The emotion poured out spills nothing but worry, concern, and anger. Shouyou didn’t expect to be rescued. He didn’t expect there to be someone there to step in between him and four delinquent rival school bullies. They’ve disappeared now that they’ve had their fill of ganging up on the weaker, but it likely wouldn’t be the last he saw of them.

        Wiping any remnants of blood from his nose on his (not team) jacket sleeve, Kageyama sniffled it back up and ignored the growing pain in his eye and cheek. He didn’t just jump into what was practically an ambush to not be more concerned with how his boyfriend (not that the other guys needed to know that tidbit anyway) was. Cupping the spiker’s cheek in his hand, cobalt eyes were filled with a bit of (sort of) uncharacteristic concern.

          Where the fuck you think you goin’???

          “Did I say ass? Sorry. It distracted me. Had me in a trance.”