𝟸 & 𝟺

-thirty-

Seconds turned slowly into minutes, that could grasp the tip of hours. How it took so much out of one to dedicate so much time to protecting someone from themselves.

Time had given you and Suga piece of mind, piece and quiet as you both kept gaze from each other, to the big bracket board outside the gym.

You looked to him slowly, his eyes graced over each game, each score, each passing line into the next box. It aligned such as a commit of destruction. One after the other; execution style. It killed someone to lose, to be taken out completely. The line followed down with various teams in the end. There could only be one left.

How terrifying. It meant so much to be the last ones standing, the ones to be at the top of the commit. The ones on top of the death of all other dreams.

Yours would live. You would be responsible for killing off all the others that floated within the same air of your own.

It was war to be the best. It was war to simply try and be yourself in a sea of people that tried the same.

You skimmed over it once more, the commit aligned as a constellation on a board, destruction at each intersection of lines and boxes.

"How fair is it that we have to battle everyone, in hopes of being on top? Anyone could be on top..." you spoke aloud, thoughts travelled from your mind into the open air.

Suga paused his overlook, and turned to you with rather intuitive eyes, "Would it be better they randomly select the 'best' team to go and represent all of Miyagi?" Suga had a good point.

You didn't like the idea of being over looked if not chosen. Every team had something to offer. Every team has something to show.

Every team had something to lose; something to win over it all.

You looked to him, and nodded slowly. You gave a confirmed smile, knowing you felt just that much better.

That much better that you could show what it really meant to be there.

This time, not alone.

"We should probably go see coach, maybe get some feedback on the game..." you suggested, not thoroughly pleased with the idea. You slowly stepped back from the board, and looked into the bright lit gymnasium, still packed and loaded with anticipation of fans and players.

"You don't want to, though..." Suga picked you clean. He knew all to well. He finally got a hold of all those depictions. That body language of yours.

"Jeez, how did you know?" You turned over your shoulder, giving him a rather sarcastic look and response. You gave a smile, which meant he got it right.

Damn...he knows me more than I thought...

Suga laughed, smiled and looked to you with kind lit eyes and aura all to familiar, "Opposite, huh? You sure are..."

You enjoyed the nickname too much. It was too accurate, too pleasing. Too honest. You were the opposite. The opposite of any player that stepped foot in front of a packed gym and full stands. The opposite of all expectations.

The opposite of the gray setter that stood across from you, defying many themes.

He was gray, colourful and vibrant.

Monochrome tendencies with shining embraces. He seemed to inspire and embrace all those that crossed them. He wished, so much he could make it the same for you. He still feels he had so much more to do on you, just to have you close to inspired, embraced.

He had so much he still wanted to do to help. Whatever help he saw needed, he just wanted it done.

Before he was too late.