Started With A Prank {oikawa x seme male OC}

chp: 40

tsuyoi grunted as his back hit the field in the crisp morning air. his helmet shook against his skull and his eyes glared through the opening at his best friend who was practically straddling him.

"what the actual fuck, marcos?" tsuyoi sneered at them.

marcos barked out a laugh, this practice was looking up. sure, this was a form of punishment because yotta had heard tsuyoi talking to oikawa on the phone. at first he didn't mind, until he could hear a male's voice and knew it wasn't natalie tsuyoi was talking to.

and then tsuyoi had laughed so gently and soundly to the voice he heard. a laugh saved for someone a person would hold dear to a beating heart. and anger had snapped in yotta, and a few bruises had shaped onto tsuyoi's face that night and are still peeking out.

yotta had contacted tsuyoi's coach and told him to make it hell for tsuyoi. to not even let tsuyoi get a chance to hone his football skills, to just let him get hurt. a punishment to let tsuyoi know that even though yotta didn't give it, he was still the one giving pain.

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"your father is horrible!" tasha gasped, eyes wide and teary.

tsuyoi blankly stared at her. he didn't need her stupid commentary to know the obvious. he was the one to live with him. to take everything he gave in harsh manners. if only to protect his sister.

"i know." tsuyoi simply said. "i lived with him."

"right," tasha bit the pad of her thumb, and then her lip. a whirlwind of emotions swirled, she felt remorse and guilt for tsuyoi. "carry on, sir."

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"sorry tsuyoi." marcos laughed, sounding anything but sorry. "i've just been waiting my entire life to kick your ass."

tsuyoi scoffed, putting his hands on marcos' shoulder and shoving them off. marcos landed on the thudding field with a simple oomph. that made tsuyoi laugh, he tried to stifle it when marcos darted up and tried tackling him again.

tsuyoi dodged, adjusting him helmet on his head. marcos may not know this was a punishment for tsuyoi, but he was thankful. he could always count on his best friend to help lift his spirits and make him whole again.

there was never an ache in tsuyoi's heart when marcos was around. they radiated warmth and laughter, and it spread like wildfire to anyone in their vicinity. tsuyoi was truly, truly thankful.

though, he was snapped out of his thoughts when a fellow teammate tackled him to the ground. he grunted, so far none of them had knocked the wind out of him, but this will continue until it does. which will be never, so that was the reason for yotta's idea on practice.

he hopes his father goes and fucks himself.

tsuyoi had a hand on his shoulder as he rotated it. hair dripping damp from the shower he just took. practice was cut late, so he was about to be late for class, which was fine, he needed this resting time.

"hey, good practice." a teammate said, patting his other shoulder.
"way to take those tackles like a champ."
"you're our captain for a reason."
"don't know how you got bruises on your face from practice, but you look badass."

and so many other small praises that tsuyoi barely acknowledge. at least they thought he got his bruises from practice and not his father. he gave a mumbled thanks as he sat down on the bench. he was in his school uniform pants and shoes, but he hadn't put on his shirt or vest yet. the white towel wrapped around his neck hung loosely as it dried the drops on his chest and shoulders.