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“As your father-“
“No.”
“Rude! You didn’t even let me finish!”
“And I never will when you start it like that.”
Oikawa scrunches his nose at Kageyama. The younger setter has been in a funk lately.
“I can’t help you if you don’t talk about it, you know.”
Kageyama sighs for what feels like the millionth time.
“I didn’t ask for help. You just showed up, let yourself in, and refuse to leave.”
“Well someone has to help you! You’re not speaking to anyone. You go to practice. You play at games. And then you shut yourself away. You can’t live like this.”
He’s right. Kageyama knows Oikawa is right and it infuriates him even further.
“Just leave. I’m living fine.”
Oikawa looks around. There’s no big mess. He’s eating and sleeping. Technically, Kageyama is living fine. But…
“You just gave up, huh? Didn’t think you were that kind of person.”
Kageyama freezes in his spot.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Oikawa sits across from him, crossing his arms.
“I don’t? Okay. So just cutting communication is totally normal and not giving up? Got it.”
Here it comes. It’s bubbling right beneath the surface. Right under his skin.
“Stop.”
“No. You’ve always fought for anything you’ve wanted. But now it’s just too much? It’s too hard for poor Kageyama Tobio.”
It bubbles over the surface and Kageyama snaps. He stand from his seat suddenly, knocking his chair over.
“CAN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?! I put in the effort! I tried to be caring, and supportive. I’ve been there encouraging him and put my all into… into this friendship. This partnership. You know what I got in return?”
Oikawa doesn’t respond. Kageyama has never yelled at him, and he’s honestly too stunned to say anything.
“I got flaked on! I got not even half the effort back from him. I got ‘oh sorry it’s too hard to talk to anyone’ when it was just me he wasn’t speaking to.”
Does Kageyama know he’s crying? Oikawa doesn’t point it out. He just sits. He sits and listens.
“I got ignored until I said I wasn’t going to try anymore. And then get a half assed text and nothing else YET AGAIN. And I’m just… I’m tired, Oikawa. I’m fucking tired. Let him do this to someone else because I can’t anymore.”
Kageyama finally sits back down. Oikawa moves to sit next to him instead of across. He pats Kageyama on the back, then leaves his hand there as a gesture of comfort.
The two don’t speak for the rest of the night, but Oikawa stays. He doesn’t dare leave the younger setter by himself in this state.