blue | [hky!!]

azumane asahi

all my

time

is wasted,

“i don't love you anymore,” he spoke, with the firmness of an elder tree, yet simultaneously held the feathery gentleness in his deep voice, much like the way he spoke to you in private times.

your half-lidded eyes hadn't flickered any emotion, as they scanned azumane asahi like a hawk. his hands weren't quivering in anxiety, his eyes weren't about to tear up, although they shedded a hint of worry. perhaps he was still concerned you would take this break up too seriously.

that's asahi for you, always caring when you hadn't asked for it. your gaze turned downcast, eyelashes daring to brush against your cheek as you seemed to have been contemplating on a decision.

then, you looked back up to his patient soul with eyes so cynical, so apathetic, as you replied, “it's a good thing the feeling is mutual.”

feeling like

my heart's

mistaken.

needless to say, asahi hadn't been expecting such a cruel reaction.

he was expecting you to cry, to bawl your eyes out; he was expecting you to beg for him to stay, to plead for another chance, as greedy as it may sound. but instead, he earned himself a free train ride back to reality.

even you could interpret the shock he was feeling. truth be told, asahi was one to hide his feelings of dismay, albeit he was a horrible actor. thus, the little hints he happened to spoil over time built only one conclusion: there was no more love in our love.

the atmosphere was growing uncomfortably heavy, nearly unbreathable, so you shrugged your shoulders before explaining yourself.

“you're always closed off, asahi— azumane-san,” you paused upon the realization you no longer had the right to call him by his first name, “you never confide in me, and always treat me like a doll. and i hate it.

“i hate being treated like i'm your greatest masterpiece that must never be tainted. everywhere we go, you treat me like all my bones could break upon tripping over a rock. it's depressing to realize that your own boyfriend doesn't trust you— if anything, he even underestimates you.”

now it was asahi's turn to speak up, “i didn't want you to get hurt!”

“i would rather feel physical pain then emotional pain.” you state with intense solidity, rendering the brunet speechless.

so if i'm

losing a

piece of me

“we were each other's everything,” he speaks, the chilly winter air only growing chillier, pricking his fingers with a numbing pain. or, was this the effect of your words, which were just as cold as the winter night?

“were,” you remind, “but now, we're so far apart, it's like nothing if we lost each other.”

bittersweet smiles grew between you two, and you finally managed to laugh, albeit a breathy, half-hearted laugh, as the pain of heartbreak and loneliness finally caught up to your stoic figure.

“you'll be okay, asa— azumane-san?” you inquired.

“i'm the one that started this, so i should be. i could ask the same for you, though.” he answers somewhat abashedly.

damn, of all the times i want to cry, why now? you mentally curse as you spin on your heels, away from your now ex-boyfriend.

“never been better.” you manage to respond calmly, although your feet began to drag you away from the scene before you broke completely.

this is okay, right? we feel the same, right? so why am i crying?

is it, perhaps, he couldn't find heaven with me?

maybe

i don't want

heaven.

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akaksjhs this is super half-assed bc my keyboard is acting up e w w w

only 597 words that makes me wanna sob fr

also this was originally meant to be a kageyama one shot but like nahh idk i felt like asahi would fit more???? bc i feel like kageyama would just drop the bombshell, explain himself then leave or smth idk lololol

sorry characterization is just very important to me yanno :'0