always forever

Impractical

Trigger warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking
Yahaba's POV:

I lied, I'm not ready.

I thought I was ready but I'm not, how am I supposed to talk to him, like what do I talk about? The weather, sometimes I generally wonder how I made friends in the first place at university.

He looks really good tonight, them black baggy ripped jeans really suit him, everything suits him to be honest always has. Even when we was in school together I was always jealous of his laid back edgy style, I was mainly jealous because I didn't have the courage to wear that out in public and he did.

I did envy him in school, he just had no cares in the world and just did what he wanted without thinking of the precautions of it.

Sometimes the thing's he did was bad such as get in fights and arguments with people, but other than that he was care free and didn't give a fuck about what people said about him.

I back then I wished I could've been like him, confident, strong and a couldn't give a fuck attitude, that's all I wanted to be. But my brain wouldn't allow that, instead I obeyed the rules and drew inside the lines, I was just to wary of what peoples opinions on me was.

Comes with the daddy issues I presume, not being able to break the mould I was in, I started to get irritated with him and his care free ways. I know it wasn't the best way to go about it, but I was just sick of being stuck in that bubble I put myself in that and just started to practically snub him.

When in all actuality, I wanted to be his friend, I wanted to learn from him on how I could become a better version of myself which I don't hate, and a version of myself were I can be proud of who I am.

But being the awkward person I was back then, the admiration for him I have just transpired into him thinking I hated him. It went on until the end of our last year, I wanted to sort of try and patch up what I fucked up but he didn't turn up to graduation so I missed my chance.

Now he's here, standing only a few meters away from me drinking with tsukishima and yamagucci, god why can't I do this I don't get it.

Fuck this I need a drink and a sit down, I walk away from where I'm standing with Tendo and terushima and head to the drinks area. I bend down and grab can of whatever oikawa bought out of the cooler, some fruit flavoured drink or something. (A little head canon that oikawa loves fruity drinks😋)

I stand back up and head to the banking of sand near where the entrance is, slightly away from the party. I try to open the can but I struggle to do so with my nails, okay I'm my defence pointy nails are really nice but not when you want to do anything practical.

I huff while still trying to open my can, after about a minute more of trying I just give up and put it down next to me.

I put my knees up to my chest and just hug them, well at least it's a really nice view to look at, if only I had my sketch book with me. I rest my head on my knees and just admire the setting sun in the distance, but my blissful silence is stoped when I hear the sound of a can opening next to me.

I lift my head up off the knees and look over to my right to see kyoutani sat next to me with my now opened drink in his hand, I smile and just look back at the sunset...

WAIT KYOUTANI, i quickly look next to me again with a now shocked expression on my face.

"What's the point in having your nails done if you can't even do anything with them on", he says in a pissed off tone, he hands me my drink while not looking at me.

I just sit there un moving from my spot, is he really sat next to me right now, or did I just look at the sun to long and I'm having hallucinations from it.

"Are you going to take the drink or not?", he said as he pushed my drink into my hand, I slowly take it from his hand with a small 'thank you' in return. I hear him grunt in response, okay nows not the time for shy yahaba to come out, where's confident yahaba gone.

"I like having long nails, if that answers your question", I say back to him, i quickly look back to the view of the sunset so I don't have to see his face.

"I just see no point in them if you can barely open a can of beer with them on", he says in a monotone voice, his comment makes a giggle a bit causing him to look over at me. Ughhh I feel him staring at me, this is definitely not helping my anxiety.

I just clear my throat and regain my composure, "they are practical at times, just in some cases there not, your just seeing the bad cases today", I say as a matter of fact, he lets out a sort of huff while shaking his head.

I look over to him and scowl, "what are you shaking your head at?", I ask generally curious as to why he's doing it, he looks over to me while giving me a look up and down, "you've changed... I was expecting a snotty comment back from you like I used to get".

I breath in heavily and exhale, "yeah I guess I have from the last time we saw each other at school", I put my arms around my legs once more and lean my head on my knees while looking over at him.

"You haven't changed much, except from the tattoos and piercings, and I guess your hairs a little shorter", that earns me a scoff and little shake of his head.

"Got a problem with my tattoos and piercings?", he says going into his all to familiar defensive tone, i tilt my head at him and furrow my eyebrows at him, "no actually the opposite, I think there beautiful, they really suit you".

He looks over to meet my wandering gaze over his arms where most of his tattoos are, I wasn't lying when I said they are beautiful they are really well done.

"Shut up", he said as he turned his head away from my direct vision of him, aww is he blushing, "can't take a compliment huh?", I say while I smile at him, he flips me off while still looking away.

I laugh at his obvious flustered behaviour, who knew that it was so easy to make him blush. I calm myself down and look back over to him, "hey I have something to say?", he focuses back on the the view in front of us and nods.

"I just wanted to say sorry I guess, I was a dick back in school with you, I just had a lot going on and I shouldn't have taken it out on you".

"there's no point in apology's i wasn't the best either so we're both at fault", he said while playing with his knuckles.

I just smile to myself, "What to give it a shot?", I tentatively ask, "give what a shot?", he questioned while turning his body to me so I can see his face clearer.

"You know... being friends, you don't have to, it's just that I've always sort of wanted to be your friend, I just never had the guts to ask back then, but I do now", I see him debate with himself in his head at my proposal.

I roll my eyes at him, "Jesus I didn't ask you to marry me dude, it's a simple yea or no question", I say getting a little fidgety as I usely do when I'm anxious. Suddenly I feel someone sitting really close to me I turn my head slightly to see kyoutani sat right next to me.

"I guess that would be okay", he said in a annoyed tone, I laugh a little and nudge him slightly with my shoulder, "come on I'm not that bad, I'm actually a pretty good friend I'll have you know".

He just rolled his eyes at me but nudged me back, I smile to myself and just look out to the sun set. I guess I should thank oikawa for bringing me because I wouldn't have come otherwise and this wouldn't have happened, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction.

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