People come and go.
There are times when the world seems to have lost all its colors and the melody of life has turned into agonizing silence.
There are times when your knees feel weak every morning while getting out of bed, and the repetative tune...
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Momentarypain Can be pleasurelain
“Doll, come onnn you have to come to the match!”
“Yeaah, no.”
“Y/nnnnnn-“
Certain boy with spiky brown hair bounced on his feet, accidentally bumping his shoulder into yours from time to time. He had a tight grip on a playing joystick of an arcade game the two of you stood in front of and kept pressing random buttons aggressively with the other hand. The libero was unfocused on the videogame, unfocused on the battle he was in middle of, since he threw puppy eyes after puppy eyes at you whenever it was your turn to play.
You saw him in the corner of your eye. But you felt too much in control to give in and turn your face towards him. The character you chose to play with blew a final punch towards Nishinoya´s. It had taken so much damage during the fight it was now knocked out completely. Pronouncing you as victorious.
“Wow, you´re terrible at this, you died again.” You spoke casually.
Will a second change? Magiclantern strange
The light from the screen was bright, making your eyes hurt whenever you held them open for too long. It was quite contrasting to the room you were in, illuminated only by neon signs, and filled with heavy air that dozens of people had exhaled before your lungs had the chance to inhale it.
“HUH? WHAT?!? WAIT!!!” Libero´s face finally turned to the game. “Dang it!” His hands limped as he threw his head back in defeat.
Are we just too far, to be as one again? Are weobsidian?
Light chatter filled the room, intertwined with sounds of various buttons being pressed, with the jingling of coins in people´s palms, and along with some retro music playing somewhere in the background.
Is this how it is?
“You always win that´s cheating!” Nishinoya kept on whining.
“No, that´s called skill. Just accept that I beat the unbeatable Karasuno´s libero…Three times in a row, by the way.” You couldn´t resist, you simply had to rub it in a little. Your companion wiggled around, obviously displeased.
“Okay, let´s do one more! If I win you´ll come to the match!! And if you win… Well... you can choose my punishment!” He exclaimed with the last bits of determination lingering in his voice.
You smirked and shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, okay fine.” You already knew that the victory would be once again snatched by your character, since Noya sucked balls at this game. . . . “I give up, I´m useless, why was I ever born.” The short boy next to you fell down to his knees dramatically and pressed his forehead onto the floor. Indescribable whimpering, almost sobbing-like muffled sounds arose from his small figure folded on the arcade´s funky carpet.
