Win - OiSuga Weekend Day 3 - Free Day - College/Future AU

Win

Suga was worried about Oikawa.

For starters, his knee was acting up again. The match they were in the middle of had been really intense from the get-go, and with all the jump-serves and crazy tosses Oikawa was throwing around to win, his body was taking a beating. He was doing a good job of hiding it, for the most part, but Suga knew him too well. He'd seen the way he adjusted his leg to take weight off of it when he sat on the bench during the break between sets. He saw the way he rubbed at the underside of it before standing up to get back in the game. He saw Oikawa adjusting the brace he was wearing, tightening it to offer more support. He saw him limp for the first few steps before he caught himself and forced himself to walk normally.

It wasn't the first time Suga had noticed Oikawa favoring his knee, but that didn't make it any easier to decide what to do about it. If he did nothing, Oikawa was going to make things so much worse for himself, maybe to the point where he couldn't play volleyball anymore. He'd worked so hard to recuperate after his injuries in high school, and after joining the same volleyball team as Suga in college, he'd realized just how obsessive about volleyball the other man really was. Suga wasn't sure anything in the world could happen to Oikawa that would be worse than him having to give up volleyball for good.

And yet, Suga also knew that Oikawa would be furious with him for saying something to the coach. He was a stubborn guy and he felt a need to ensure his team got their victory. He wasn't going to let something so silly as an injury that could literally ruin the rest of his life and dash all his dreams and goals to the ground if he kept ignoring it get in the way of winning this one match today. Oikawa would feel so angry and probably hurt and definitely betrayed, but... maybe that was worth it in the long run if it kept Oikawa from permanently damaging his body for a win.

Okay, yeah, definitely worth it. Oikawa would give him the silent treatment and be mad, but he'd get over it eventually. And if he didn't, Suga could rest easy knowing that he'd protected Oikawa from himself and just quote Batman to give himself comfort in these trying times: "The hero he needed, not the hero he deserved..."

Or... something like that. Suga personally believed that Oikawa definitely deserved as much love and help and protection as he could get, but, I mean, you do you.

He sighed to himself and got up to talk to the coach.

*****

Alright, so yeah, Oikawa was upset. Or livid. It's not that big of a difference, right?

Okay, it was bad. Oikawa wasn't even glaring at him. He was pretending Suga didn't exist and that he was perfectly content to sit on the bench and hang while Suga replaced him in the game, no big deal. He didn't even try to argue with the coach that he was fit for battle. After Suga had told him to take better care of himself if he wanted to play (maybe not the best thing he could have said at the time), Oikawa had crinkled his eyebrows in indignation and walked away, still refusing to limp.

Suga felt guilt eat away at him as he played the rest of the set. Every time he looked over, Oikawa wasn't even looking. Just relaxing on the bench with his eyes closed like he was taking a nap.

Suga was going to die, and Oikawa was going to be the one who killed him. It was going to be a long, brutal, torturous death of silence and Oikawa ignoring him and pretending he was actually friends with anyone else on the team to avoid Suga until he died. To death.

They lost the set.

Oikawa had managed a win for them in the first one, and though Suga was not a bad setter and had certainly improved since high school thanks to Oikawa's tutoring, Suga was not Oikawa and would never in his life be as good as him. Oikawa had struggled with their opponents to the point of exacerbating an old injury, one that he was always very careful with, so Suga basically stood no chance. He'd known that when he spoke up to Coach about Oikawa's knee, but he hadn't quite realized how bad it would be. How far behind they would fall in a matter of a few serves.