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Au: Regular (timeskip)
Requested (kinda)
Tags/Warnings: GN! reader
Word Count: 1.3k
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Come on, idiot, it's not that hard!
Pep-talks weren't your forte. Usually they ended with you spouting out how ridiculous everything was from the situation, to the people, to your clothes and never actually making you feel more self assured. Sometimes you desperately wished you had Shoyo's skill to become friends with (almost) anyone he came across. His perseverance and attitude had people clawing after him just for the chance to watch him do his thing.
You were one of those people, of course. Yet somehow, after knowing him for so long —bar the years you went no contact because of your own self-destructive ways— you hadn't picked up and absorbed some of his skills.
Maybe you had to think less and do more, like Shoyo did.
Oh wait, you tried that once. Best not to do that again.
There was a knock on that bathroom door.
"You good in there? People want to talk to you."
Speak of the devil.
"Ya, I'm just trying to figure out the most painless ways to cut my tongue off so that I don't say something stupid. Again." You rubbed the space between your eyes.
"Well, so long as you don't insult them you'll be just fine!"
"That's just how I banter! You know this, or did that last volleyball knock out too many brain cells?"
You had run into a single bathroom in hopes to avoid getting caught by any party goers by the sink in the public one. Peace and quiet, even for just a minute, would hopefully ease the sinking feeling in your stomach that came with the thought of talking with strangers. Of course, Shoyo had memorised the options of your escape, and found you easily.
A thump from his back hitting the door, making the image of him stroking a long invisible beard in thought come to mind.
"Well, I don't know about brain cells," he said, "but I definitely lost a lot of blood!"
His nose didn't stop bleeding for an hour after getting hit. Sadly, because you had your own job to do, you couldn't run over and pinch his nose or hold ice to the swelling for him, but because you were working, you managed to take tons of photos.
"Almost became a murder victim."
"Eh, I'd only let you murder me. Or Tobio, he sometimes has this look to him, ya know. Can't tell what he's thinking, but I can't rule out murder. My murder."
You huffed a laugh, walking to the door and leaning against it. Despite it being hardwood, it felt as though Shoyo's warmth was seeping through the grain to hold you in a warm embrace. Hearing his voice was comforting; enough to drown out your spiralling thoughts.
