Ship: Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kageyama Tobio Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None Other Tags: bad break-up, strong language Word Count: 434
I can't believe I wrote KinKage breaking up;;;
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There was screaming at first, then more screaming later, and finally the slam of an angry door. Kindaichi let everything unfold before his eyes and didn't even flinch when the photo frame got broken in the process, after much shoving and turning around, because who is he to still care about it?
The living room is empty. His breath is pushing against the walls and he can't stop the ringing in his ears, because all he's thinking about is the words, a string of arrows made to hurt him in every single possible way. He shouldn't have been so surprised when it happened. The past days' events suddenly come rushing back to him, and somehow he can't find relief in the fact it's over.
It's plain wrong.
He lets himself slump against the door, burying his face in his hands and breathing, just breathing to let the words sink in (disappear) and the tension vanish. He has never imagined it could come to this.
No, no, he knew it would come to this, but not so harshly. He didn't ask to have his heart ripped out and crushed by a single set of hands. He thought he would be glad to be left alone, to finally be able to breathe in nontoxic air again, but the words keep swirling in his head, pounding, haunting, relentlessly.
'I'll be better off without you. I shouldn't have thought it would work.'
Shouldn't. Kindaichi hates that word. Should, shouldn't. They should have, they shouldn't have. Nothing matters anymore, because it's the end of the road. Kageyama's hateful eyes are still glaring at him, and he thinks that maybe his own dark look was enough to leave a similar feeling.
Gods, this is so, so fucked up.
When he looks up, he sees the scattered pieces of the photo frame laying on the floor, cold and accusing. Kageyama had looked so happy on that day, a few years ago, and Kindaichi had wanted to keep that smile close to him forever. Integrated in his mind, flowing in their home, the bliss they should have kept living in is now just a memory.
He feels like it's the end of the world, but maybe in a few days he'll be glad that it happened. Nobody can think straight in the heat of the action. The lingering hope and despair might as well transform into fierceness. Kindaichi won't let all this affect him so much that it leaves him broken on the ground.
For now, he casts aside the pain and steadies himself on two strong legs to carry him onwards.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: bad break-up, strong language
Word Count: 434
I can't believe I wrote KinKage breaking up;;;
***
There was screaming at first, then more screaming later, and finally the slam of an angry door. Kindaichi let everything unfold before his eyes and didn't even flinch when the photo frame got broken in the process, after much shoving and turning around, because who is he to still care about it?
The living room is empty. His breath is pushing against the walls and he can't stop the ringing in his ears, because all he's thinking about is the words, a string of arrows made to hurt him in every single possible way. He shouldn't have been so surprised when it happened. The past days' events suddenly come rushing back to him, and somehow he can't find relief in the fact it's over.
It's plain wrong.
He lets himself slump against the door, burying his face in his hands and breathing, just breathing to let the words sink in (disappear) and the tension vanish. He has never imagined it could come to this.
No, no, he knew it would come to this, but not so harshly. He didn't ask to have his heart ripped out and crushed by a single set of hands. He thought he would be glad to be left alone, to finally be able to breathe in nontoxic air again, but the words keep swirling in his head, pounding, haunting, relentlessly.
'I'll be better off without you. I shouldn't have thought it would work.'
Shouldn't. Kindaichi hates that word. Should, shouldn't. They should have, they shouldn't have. Nothing matters anymore, because it's the end of the road. Kageyama's hateful eyes are still glaring at him, and he thinks that maybe his own dark look was enough to leave a similar feeling.
Gods, this is so, so fucked up.
When he looks up, he sees the scattered pieces of the photo frame laying on the floor, cold and accusing. Kageyama had looked so happy on that day, a few years ago, and Kindaichi had wanted to keep that smile close to him forever. Integrated in his mind, flowing in their home, the bliss they should have kept living in is now just a memory.
He feels like it's the end of the world, but maybe in a few days he'll be glad that it happened. Nobody can think straight in the heat of the action. The lingering hope and despair might as well transform into fierceness. Kindaichi won't let all this affect him so much that it leaves him broken on the ground.
For now, he casts aside the pain and steadies himself on two strong legs to carry him onwards.