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shooting stars! chapter three!
YUKIO WAKATOSHI WAS NOT A PUSHOVER. She could blame it on the fact that she was an Aquarius but she didn't like to be pushed around. It wasn't in her nature. Why should someone bully her into changing her mind? Obviously no one because she's just that bitch.
Of course, there is always someone who will bend you to their will. And unfortunately for Yukio, that happened to be her father. He is stubborn and unchanging in his ideals, not taking into account that maybe Yukio doesn't want to be a goddamn surgeon. He is close-minded and calculating, each of his ridiculous requests are thought through perfectly before he imposes them upon Yukio. Like he was doing right now.
"What?" Yukio asked in disbelief, her eyes wide as her hands gripped the chopsticks in her hands. She was at the dinner table with her parents, seeing as this is the only time her father interacts with her.
"You heard me correctly." He spoke, not once lifting his gaze to meet his daughters. "You won't be accompanying them to their so-called training camp."
"I have an obligation as team manager." Yukio scoffed. "I can't just not go."
"Yes, you can. There's a very important gathering at work and you're going." He responded, not once lifting his head as he continued to eat his food.
"Are you kidding me?" Yukio scoffed in disbelief as she stared at her father. He couldn't be serious.
"Watch your tone when you speak to your father, Yukio." Her mother scolded.
"We're preparing for nationals. I have to go. I'm team manager I can't just–"
"Yukio!" Her father's voice boomed from across the table. "This isn't a discussion. You're not going."
A beat of silence passed.
"What am I supposed to tell them?" She asked as she clenched her fists. "They're training hard to go to nationals and you want me to bail on them?!"
Oshomi stared his daughter down from his seat across the table. His eyes pierced through her as she kept her head down. He let out a sigh before he went back to eating.
"Make up an excuse. That is your problem, so deal with it accordingly."
"But–"
"Yukio! Just listen to your father! He's only doing what's best for you!"
Yukio went silent.
The rest of dinner was spent in a tense silence.
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"HE IS SO UNBELIEVABLE, SO INSUFFERABLE, SO... so..."
"So an immovable object while you, dear Yuki, are an unstoppable force." Oikawa chimed as they both sat at a park bench, a container of grapes in between the two.
"He's not just an immovable object, he's a close minded, stubborn, self righteous ass who doesn't care that I'm my own person, only his child who must carry on his bullshit name with his bullshit job." Yukio fumed as she crunched on a grape. Oikawa only gave her a sad smile.
"I'm sorry, Yuki. I know the last thing you want is to be a doctor."
"It's boring, Tōru. And I'm many things, but boring isn't one of them." Oikawa could only pat her shoulder comfortingly and all she could muster was placing her hand atop his, seeking solace in the one friend who understood.
They fell into a calm silence as kids ran around the playground screaming in joy. The sight brought Yukio back to a much simpler time, when her only worries was beating Oikawa to the slide or chasing fireflies on warm summer nights with him and Iwaizumi. A time where following in her families footsteps wasn't as expected of her. Or, maybe it always was and maybe those years were the ones where she could truly be Yukio Wakatoshi free and inhabited, and not someone's daughter.
A time where she could be uninhibitedly herself.
The thought was almost painful, the thought of being nothing but an idle flame, forever burning but for what? What did she burn for? It definitely wasn't being a surgeon and yes of course all she can ever do is paint and paint and paint, but is that all there is to Yukio Wakatoshi? Will all she ever amount to is squandered talent and wasted potential? If so, then maybe she doesn't want to just burn, maybe she wants to be reduced to ashes. To be so undefinably herself, her flame might have to burn itself out.
Is her passion just a hindrance to self discovery?
How depressing that thought was.
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DARRRRLINGGGGGGG
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GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL😝😝😝
no but seriously i have missed writing and living in my own little wonderland of fanfics.
so im hoping to revive my books slowly but surely so this is very short chapter
