𝟸 & 𝟺

-eighteen-

It felt rather numbing, if not paining to rethink the likes and events of what happened just months ago.

Just moments ago.

How did he even connect this moment in time, this moment in place to the tryouts only weeks ago?

How did he manifest this conclusion, with only a small spur out of you? Your own emotions dragging his own thoughts around, around a continuous track until it reached a certain turn?

It felt as though you kept him tight, close behind you. He wasn't going to stray, or even ask of such detail of you.

Yet he was able to un code it with simply connecting two and two.

Oikawa, his presence simply around you.

The sport; in which you love and pride upon.

Connect both and with some inference you get a moment in time, wasted.

Connection went to roots. Roots went to passion. Passion went to flame and the whole was set to burn.

So did your never ending hatred for the man. It showed as you let the last of those ideas spread in the open for Suga. He only stood to watch your eyes, focused and sharp. As if they were ready to send sparks, lasers even, straight at what you looked upon.

He didn't say a word as you finished. He didn't even flinch or move. He didn't even know such a devious and ignorant human could exist, now he knew that was what could push you the most. Push you down a slope.

That slope? Being the only thing that meant a less determined, focused, original and normal you. No on thought it was possible to meet a force that could move you emotionally and psychologically as his did.

But look who was fooled by the cover given.

Now the story was different. A different adventure than the synopsis described.

It had adventure, just the kind that meant your sanity and integrity was risked, and lost.

"I'm sorry...that's a lot..." you quickly dismissed the emotion hung in the air, trying to forget you even touched the topic.

Suga saw as you tried to brush it off. He didn't go against it. He just smiled and affirmed you.

"It's fine really..."

"You don't think that's too...personal?" You asked hesitantly. You couldn't read him, from the way he looked at you with calm eyes and a kind smile. It was normal Suga, but this didn't seem like the time to be normal.

You sure weren't. Then again, it was your uncomfortable story. He only had to witness the discomfort.

But he seemed rather empathetic. He could experience the emotion, and rather the feeling alongside if you let him. He was the kind to do so.

"I asked a pretty deep question. I'm surprised you didn't back out in answering." He semi joked, looking to you as your eyes moved to analyze his. How they captured the gray hues that were surrounding every inch of him.

And just how the colour was his. Gray. Not black. Not white. In the middle, where nothing too flashy showed it's value. It was its own. Unique and rather subtle. Like Sugawara. His name could've been Gray. He seemed to be a physical description.

"I didn't feel obliged. I felt...rather comfortable telling someone. I'm glad it was...you.." you responded, with a hint of kindness. It felt rare to incline with your voice as it sounded rather hushed and weak.

It felt weird to hear on his end, how welcoming the tone and voice sounded to his ears. Like classical music to an academic. Forest beams to a naturalist.