Running

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Tobio started getting itchy again, practice isn't even halfway done yet. The ball keeps hitting his forearms, irritating the scars he desperately tries to hide.

He walks off into the bathroom, shutting the door, annoyed. He sits on the toilet lid, staring angrily at the white door.

There's a knock. He kicks it, letting them know that someone's in there. "It's just me, I brought the cream." Keishin says, sliding it under. Annoyed, Kageyama kicks it back out. "Anything you wanna talk about?" He does nothing but kick the door. "Hey! Don't kick the door, I don't have money to pay for it if it breaks." He chastises.

"Ooh there you are." Shimada says in a relieved tone, "I have those sleeves, where is he?" Ukai points toward the stall, "Is he okay?" Shimada whispers, Ukai shrugs. "Alright, you go back to practice, I'll take care of him." Keishin gives a glance in Tobios direction before leaving, knowing that he'll be fine.

"Anything you wanna talk about? How about you open the door huh?" It takes a moment, but the door opens. Kageyama is sitting there, rubbing at his arms and scowling.

"Let's try this again, anything you want to talk about?" Kageyama shakes his head. "Uh uh, no, don't you do this with me. I need you to tone down the teenage edginess for a second, and stop sulking, so I can help you. You need to talk to someone, if you don't want to talk to Keishin, then you sure as shit gonna be talking to me." Kageyama whips his head up to give him an offended look.

"Yes, I said sulking, that's exactly what you are doing right now. So, tell me what's wrong." Kageyama rolls his eyes. "What isn't wrong?" He grumbles. "I can't sleep properly, ... and I seem to have a paranormal creature me!" He yells the last part, irritated.

Shimada hands him the cream, as he's started itching hard, making the skin red and inflamed. He takes it and scoops a generous amount on, cooling him down. 

"Exercise is a great way of relieving anger." Shimada says, "Why don't we go for a run, I bet you haven't done that in a while." Kageyama sighs and gets up, putting the sleeves on.

Walking back into the gym, he hands Tanaka his jacket back and dashes out of the gym. "What on earth happened?" Ukai asks Shimada. "He's annoyed, so we're going on a run, be back soon dear." He explains and runs after Kageyama.

Half an hour later the gym door opens loudly, Shimada collapses onto the floor, huffing and puffing and spluttering. Kageyamas behind him, sweat dripping off of his face. Kyoko hands them both a water bottle.

Tobio can feel something creeping up his stomach and into his throat. Slowly. It's stuck. He can't breathe properly, so he starts coughing. It's stuck, whatever it is, it won't come out. He's not sure what it could be. It doesn't matter.

Kageyama hunches forward. Someone's patting him on the back, trying to help relieve him. It doesn't work, it's still stuck.

He coughs harder, deep into his throat. He It starts leaving his throat. The taste is revolting but he can finally breathe properly. Looking down, a sticky black substance is covering his white shirt. 

Everyone is staring at him. Looking behind him, he sees that it's Sugawara with his hand on Tobio's back, looking at him with concern.

He drinks some more water. "Oi! You lot back to practice!" Coach yells, blowing his whistle, knowing he doesn't like the attention. "How about you go home with Makoto, we can talk when we get home, okay?" Kageyama frowns. "Besides, practice is over in fifteen minutes or so anyway." He nods, letting Shimada walk him home.

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