(after the match with date tech in december)
slowly, we opened up to each other emotionally and naturally.
he tells me about his encounters with his teammates back in junior high, with a miserable and almost scared look on his face. he wouldn't look me in the eyes. i thought he would cry.
after he finished his story, i stood up from my place next to him on the steps to kneel down right in front of him.
i gently put both my hands on his face and lifted his head to meet my gaze. i saw such pain in his eyes i could barely hold myself together.
so i just wrapped my arms around him and gently stroked his back.
"you're not who you are back then. you're a different person now, a person who has found a team that you work well with. your past doesn't define who you are now, or who you will be in the future." i whispered into his ear.
i felt him shudder a little bit, and then say in a quiet voice,
"i thought you'd look down on me for it."
my heart just broke. i wanted to help him, wanted to make him feel better so badly.
but i couldn't think of anything else but to just hold him tighter. eventually i said, "i know you've changed. and i know you regret it. and i think that's enough for me, and it should be for you. i've forgiven that part of you, but i don't think you have." i pulled away to look him in the eyes, but kept my arms around his neck.
i put a hand on his cheek and said, "you can forgive yourself now. you've held onto it for long enough. it's okay. it's all okay now."
then i leaned in and kissed his cheek softly, my lips just barely grazing his skin.
his breath hitched and i honestly couldn't tell what he was thinking.
but when i pulled away, i saw a small smile on his face. i could tell he was almost on the verge of crying.
"thank you." he said. "i really needed to hear that from you."
i smiled and placed my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb across his skin, letting my actions display my response instead.
we learn to listen to each other's problems and to slowly get used to each other's presence and being vulnerable.
what i began to love about him was how with him i could have both really deep conversations, but then we can be talking about something completely different the next moment. and it wasn't weird for us.
we understood each other. our presence was familiar.
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opposites attract ~ a kageyama tobio fanfic
Fanfican analytical setter. a passionate musician. the logical, technical sport of volleyball. the ambiguous, subjective art of music. their only similarities were their drive, their passion for the thing they loved. but what happens when blueberry eyes...