Kageyama Tobio and Stupid Life Decisions

Kags is a Dumbass

Tobio sniffled for the umpteenth time, silently cursing himself for being such a crybaby but he couldn't control his tear ducts anymore. The training camp was a horror show and some. After their break up more than a few weeks back, and that fight over the quick attack, Hinata and he had noticeably drifted apart.

Tobio had been trying his hardest to at least mend one bridge and perfect his dropping set, and even managed to do it a few times. The resulting smile he got from the small spiker had sent his poor bruised heart tumbling through the sky. Maybe they were going to be okay now?

But then it arrived, mealtime. Now generally Tobio leaped at the mention of food, he had to maintain his body after all. But here, after the not so good impression of him on the majority of the people present here courtesy of a certain group chat and its certain members, Tobio didn't feel an inch of the welcome feeling others were proclaiming about.

He was constantly surrounded by them, the people who had watched his weakest points being constantly being poked for them to see and remark on how 'bad' of a person he was. How surly his personality was.

How was he supposed to play when he barely felt like a human with dignity in front of them?

The mealtime just accentuated it. Here everyone was, mingling about with each other, making jokes, laughing, and there was him, poor dumbass Tobio without the one person he had previously relied on to help him navigate the social environment. The final blow was the way Tsukishima had looked at him as if he was deriving fun from Tobio's predicament. That was all it took for him to dump his empty tray on the counter, extricate himself from the food queue and exit the hall filled with laughs.

But that wasn't the end, oh no. To curb his hunger pangs Tobio had started using the vending machine, relying on milk, coffee, and energy drinks to get him through the day. And that was okay with him, he would just need to compensate for it when he went back home. But the killing blow was, once again, Tsukishima who had oh so kindly decided to inform the entire group chat about how Tobio was so kingly he couldn't stomach the idea of eating with peasants.

Tobio felt like his heart sank down into an abyss.

Before he could close the group chat, new messages popped up all making various forms of exclamations and saying things he didn't want to read. The worst thing was that majority of these people were here, right on the other side of the wall.

His chest was going to implode with how strongly it tightened up. Chucking the half-empty carton of milk in a nearby bin, he dashed across the back of the building and towards the other building not used during their training camp.

He couldn't face them, not after this.

Standing precariously on the toilet bowl Tobio peered outside from the small slit window, trying to gauge if anyone was still roaming around outside.

It was roughly 11 pm and most everyone headed to the communal halls they've been using as sleeping rooms by this time. Yet he wanted to be extra sure in case anyone decided they needed a night stroll after dinner.

Though it appeared that there was no one outside. Nodding to himself, Tobio hopped down from where he was standing, using the side of the stall to balance himself.

He needed to get away from here, get back to his house.

Creeping out of the washroom he had been takin cover in since evening he wondered what he would do if someone caught him. Maybe he can say he had a call to take? Late-night jog? Stepping outside into the secluded dark hallway gave him the creeps but he squashed them down. He had to hurry. Speed-walking towards the staircase he happened to look down from the windows that covered the majority of the wall. The path looked void of any human presence. Nodding with determination Tobio made his way down the steps of the stairs, rushing down the three floors in a matter of minutes.