Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 44

(𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵)
Oikawa's foot was grinding into the concrete as he knocked. He could feel his hand shaking. He could feel his face shaking. All of him was a mess, and he couldn't really compose himself anymore, not even a little.

"Tooru?"

It was just Kenma. It was just tiny, sweet Kenma with his low, sweet voice, and that's all it was, but that's all it took, and tears started pouring down Oikawa's face again.

"Can I come in?" he asked, voice breaking on the first syllable.

Kenma opened the door and let him in without a word. He was watching Oikawa, blinking at him with very real concern on his face. "Tooru, did--"

Oikawa was kneeling over to take off his shoes, fingers trembling around laces when he started sobbing, embarrassingly, loudly, in Kenma's entryway. He put his hand over his face but it didn't stop the tears or the gasping breaths.

Kenma took a step toward him so he was standing right in front of him and Oikawa buried his face in Kenma's chest, low sobs heaving his shoulders. Kenma wrapped his arms around him, petting through Oikawa's hair as he cried against him. He didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, he just ran his fingers through Oikawa's hair and held him as Oikawa cried until his throat was raw and burning, until his eyes were swollen and tired, until he shivered empty against the tears on his face.