**HIATUS** 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐞 [𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕆ℂ]

╭⋟¹¹𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬⋞╯

Matsushita stayed level-headed in a game. The only time he was ever calm was when he was on the court. His heart was pounding. He felt the adrenaline rush every time the ball went soaring. He when he jumped, he really did feel like he was flying. It was also a time where he would remember. Every single thing about him. About what they used to do together. How he laughed, and finally, cried. But when he thought of those moments he never felt weak. Because he was still on the court. He was still standing.

Until today.

As soon as he stepped onto the polish floor he felt wrong. Everything about the room felt wrong. The smell, the net, the balls, his teammates. It just wasn't right. And it pissed him off.

"Matsushita!" Nekomata yelled. Matsushita winced and looked back. His classmates were sweating. Panting. Exhausted. Resting their hands on their knees, shoulders grazing their ears. Mouths open, eyes tired. Kenma was just about to pass out. Kuroo stood straight first, wiping his face with his jersey and giving everyone a flash of his abs. Matsushita licked his lips. He quickly shook his head and faced the net again.

"One more!" He shouted, smirking when his teammates cheered in response. They were going to o this. They could do this-

"Oh look, someone's come to watch the show."

Matsushita glanced up at Akinori who was on the other side of the net. His skin was gleaming from the sweat and his hands were on his hips. He was smirking. Matsushita rolled his eyes and stood up properly, leaning forward and cocking an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?"

Akinori hummed, smirking as he jutted his chin forward. Matsushita glanced over his shoulder, almost certain the Fukurodani student was fucking with him. Oh, how wrong he was.

Nekoma was in the city. What were Aoba Johsai students doing here? Their captain, no less.

Matsushita made eye-contact with Iwaizumi first. The spiker was getting more and more sinewy, his ceps bulging when he crossed his arms. He smiled at Matsushita and waved, but the blocker was too stunned to speak. Iwaizumi tilted his head to the side, clearly tired. How long had they been there? Were the spying? Trying to scope out the competition? Nekoma was a fairly well known school in high school volleyball. It made sense they would want to watch the team play but Iwaizumi's eyes seemed glued on their middle blocker. He knew. Matsushita looked away. Wrong, wrong, move.

The one person he didn't want to see ever again.

Oikawa Tooru. Dressed in his school uniform. The school Matsushita would  have stayed at, if the mother fucker hadn't broken him after their first year. Tawny hair, tousled like always. Slim and lean, tall. The same. Only, handsomer. Matsushita turned away. His chest was tightening and his throat was closing. He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing a few times to take a deep breath. He had to focus on the game. He looked up again but Akinori was with his team, the black and white jerseys moving in a flurry to huddle together. After a few moments, everyone was back in position.

Calm down. Forget about it. He's not here. It's just this. The court and ball.

Getting over his terrible pep talk, Matsushita's ears twitched at the sound of the whistle, followed by a solid smack of flesh against the leather ball. His eyes latched onto the ball, watching it soar across the net and head straight to Kuroo. Luckily, the captain received and sent it to Yamamoto. The hot headed second year passed it to Kenma. In an instant, Kai was next to him, slamming the ball down. Much to his dismay, Akinori received, sending it straight to the pretty boy, Akaashi. Bokuto was running now. Matsushita had a feeling his shoulder was going to be sore tomorrow. He ran down to the owlish teen, seeing him throwing his hands back, just about to jump. Akaashi sent it to the boisterous Bokuto, the ace jumping at the same time as Matsushita. But as dread began to filter through his stomach, he felt someone gently graze his shoulder as he reach up for the ball. Kuroo was next to him, grinning wickedly at Bokuto as his hand stopped the ball. Matsushita watched the other team receive, clicking his tongue absentmindedly while watched for the next serve. Again it went to Bokuto, Matsushita's arms going up to block.