There was quiet for a long while. Kageyama's phone laid in the middle of the floor, charaging at the nearest outlet.
Kageyama wasn't quite sure as to what he should say.
Shouyou seems to pick at his food, moving it around with his chopsticks to different sides of his bowl. Kageyama does the same.
Kageyama wasn't quite sure as to what he should do or say. Shouyou didn't seem all that present anyways. Though, whether that's a good or bad thing is quite clear.
He feels he's treating Shouyou like fragile glass.
He presses his lips together and takes a bite of his ramen, hoping that if Shouyou sees him eating, he'll follow in suit.
They both wade in silence, hoping that if they let time pass, maybe a conversation will spark on its own.
When Kageyama is halfway done, he decided to finally open his booth to speak.
"Are you-"
"I'm sorry," Shouyou halfly interrupts.
"What?"
"I'm sorry," he repeats, somehow softer this time.
Kageyama blinks a few times, letting the boys words sink in.
"It's," he pauses, "it's fine, Shouyou."
"It's not."
"It seriously is."
"No," Shouyou shakes his head, "I call you over in the middle of the night and you take me to your house, help clean me up, and even make me food. And I don't even have the decency to eat it."
Kageyama stared at Shouyou for a few moments, taking in his words and letting them settle into his head
"I'm not... er, very good at comforting people." Kageyama held his head in his hands. "But... I want to help you. I just..." he pressed his lips together, "I need to know how."
Shouyou looked back down at his food, still picking at it.
"I really do want to help you," Kageyama explained, "Please. What happened?"
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A Table For One~Kagehina
FanfictionKageyama likes his job. Sure, he works the early morning shifts at literally two in the morning, but he enjoys the tranquility of it all. It's never chaotic, it's never dreadful, and there's never a customer there. That is, until a new customer, Sho...
