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KAGEYAMA
Kageyama could feel the acrid taste of blood mixed with alcohol in his mouth. His tongue swept against his teeth, noting the deep ache the movement caused his bruised cheeks, before spitting at the pavement. He wanted to rub away the growing pain but his bloody knuckles gripping on the side walk rail was the only thing keeping him from falling down. He struggled to walk a few more steps, the dazzling lights and honking and bunkering of the busy streets of Tokyo made his head spin, causing his foot to stumble against the other. The pain blinded him for a second, his knees rattling against the ground as he failed to catch himself, the alcohol in his system slowing his genius-like agility and skills. Kageyama was aware of the dubious and cautious looks the passersby were giving him, he glared at them in return, not in the mood to take in their bullshit. Clumsily, he shifted into a sitting position, his raven hair covering the lids of his dark blue eyes as he slumped forward.
He was stupid, delusional and just downright a fool to leave his thesis behind unfinished; and rushed to hail a cab from Miyagi to Tokyo in the middle of the night, all because of a single text from Oikawa-san. His back pocket felt light, without a doubt a testament to his now empty wallet. His head was pounding, his eyes hurting, and his heart was on the verge of breaking.
He expected too much- too naïve in thinking that something will finally happen between them. Kageyama could still recall Oikawa-san’s smirking face as he opened the door to his apartment, noting the pounding of his heart as he took in the artfully messy hair framing the chiseled face of his senpai. Looking at Oikawa-san’s almost perfect figure never gets old, his memories of their time at Kitagawa Daiichi reminding him of the kiss he stole from his sleeping senpai. The buzzing inside the apartment should’ve been a warning of the impending doom awaiting him but the calloused palm of Oikawa-san against his and the smile that broke out his face unbidden threw any reservations out of the window. He was busy looking at their intertwined fingers that he was caught off guard when he bumped into someone. Kageyama briefly remembered mouthing a ‘Sorry’, his throat turned dry as he gazed at the familiar disinterested face of his ex-boyfriend Kunimi. Everything was a blur from there, his hand robotically taking shot after shot of the Pincer vodka. His recollections were a bit hazy but he remembered the feeling of gazing at Oikawa-san’s beaming face as he kept on flirting with Iwaizumi-san, his former kouhai already forgotten. He remembered getting so pissed and hurt that he unwittingly grabbed Kunimi’s nape and forcefully kissed him full in the mouth; the punch Kindaichi gave him was nothing short of anything he deserved. He remembered throwing a jab of his own, something in him finally snapped, and it took both Iwaizumi-san and Matsukawa-san to break the two of them apart. And lastly, he remembered Oikawa-san’s hard stare as he wordlessly kicked him out of his abode, leaving him with nothing but a busted lip and a crinkled duffel coat.
A soft laugh escaped him at first, then it grew into something harsh and hysterical, his heart shattering in the process. He furiously wiped his face against the fabric of his coat as the dam of tears finally broke, a heart wrenching sob escaping him. He was hyperaware of the few strangers who stopped and stared but he doesn’t care- he just had his heart broken not for the first time, but for the tenth time from the moment he met Oikawa-san.
It took him quite some time to rein in his emotions and when Kageyama was sure that he was not going to succumb to another break down, lifted up his head only to be greeted with a cold water pressed against his face.
“Drink up, Tobio-kun.”