Ship: Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira/Kageyama Tobio Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: None Other Tags: Alcohol, angst, drunk call, post break-up Word Count: 686
I'm sorry this is more KuniKage than KinKuniKage ;o;
***
Akira stares at the screen of his phone, both surprised and completely at a loss. He hasn't seen that name flash before his eyes in a long time, and he doesn't know if he should feel happy, disgruntled or worried. He swallows, and takes the call.
"... Hello?"
"Akira," the voice says, the syllables of the name stretching out as if they didn't know when to end. "'m sorry to call you so late..."
Akira thinks that there should be an apology for something else other than calling at 1 a.m., but the words stay lodged in his throat despite the thoughts in his brain running at one hundred kilometers per hour. He tries to stay composed, to let his breath remain steady, and quietly replies.
"Is something wrong?"
"Everything's wrong," Tobio tells him in a heavy sigh, and suddenly Akira imagines him pinching the bridge of his nose, shoulders drooped and eyes wary of what's to come. "Still have stuff to tell you. And to Yuutarou. It's just not easy."
Akira's stomach is churning. He narrows his eyes.
"Are you drunk?"
The last time Tobio got drunk was at his twentieth birthday, when the whole crew from Karasuno explicitly stated that this party wasn't going to end before they got at least a full folder of embarrassing photos of Tobio. They got first-hand a taste of Tobio's mushiness and clinging, which was both endearing and slightly weird. Akira didn't particularly like seeing him in this state. (And he still doesn't.)
"I think, I dunno," Kageyama says. At least he knows there's alcohol in his system. "Is Yuutarou with you?"
"Why would he be with me?"
The words slip out harsher than he intended, and maybe he isn't totally over what happened, even though it has been a year. People can't forget so easily.
"Because you guys were always much better at the whole thing than me." The confession pierces Akira straight in the heart.
"We already had that discussions," he whispers.
A year ago, the tension and the constant arguments were too much. Kunimi isn't sure if this was a mutual agreement to stop what they had, or if one of them had the courage to step up and the others just followed. Yuutarou cried angry tears, Tobio kept hissing furious words, and Akira listened, snapping remarks he had decided not to tell up until that moment.
"I know, but maybe we were wrong? Everything's wrong."
"Then tell me what was wrong."
"I dunno. I wasn't always the best at following advice. And."
There's rustling, the noise of someone kicking their shoes off, and then crashing somewhere. Akira wonders if Tobio just got home and was trying to find his words through the haze of alcohol and memories. He shouldn't even be having a conversation with a drunk Tobio. Where is Hinata?
"Should've listened more, and speaking up more," Tobio rambles. Strangely enough his voice doesn't waver, and Akira, in a surge of affection long forgotten, suspects he has practiced saying this specific sentence.
He wants to cry.
"Why are you telling me this now?" he chokes out.
"I miss you. I miss Yuutarou too. Gods, I don't know why I'm saying that."
The heaviness in Akira's body is lifting, just a little, but that's enough to make him laugh, maybe a bit humorlessly but it's a start to everything and it's incredibly satisfying.
"You're an idiot," he says.
"Yeah, you told me that a lot."
"Because it's true. Now go to sleep. You're drunk."
He hears a hum, oddly content, and the line goes dead. Akira honestly didn't expect Tobio to obey that quickly. For a while, his phone is still pressed against his ear, as he tries to process what just occurred.
So, so stupid.
His fingers hover over his contact list, stopping at the 'ki' section. Even if this was a call done without his full attention, Tobio still overcame the fear they were all probably drowning in.
Akira opens a new message.
'Hey, it's been a while. Tobio was drunk, and he called me. Can we meet at his apartment tomorrow?'
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol, angst, drunk call, post break-up
Word Count: 686
I'm sorry this is more KuniKage than KinKuniKage ;o;
***
Akira stares at the screen of his phone, both surprised and completely at a loss. He hasn't seen that name flash before his eyes in a long time, and he doesn't know if he should feel happy, disgruntled or worried. He swallows, and takes the call.
"... Hello?"
"Akira," the voice says, the syllables of the name stretching out as if they didn't know when to end. "'m sorry to call you so late..."
Akira thinks that there should be an apology for something else other than calling at 1 a.m., but the words stay lodged in his throat despite the thoughts in his brain running at one hundred kilometers per hour. He tries to stay composed, to let his breath remain steady, and quietly replies.
"Is something wrong?"
"Everything's wrong," Tobio tells him in a heavy sigh, and suddenly Akira imagines him pinching the bridge of his nose, shoulders drooped and eyes wary of what's to come. "Still have stuff to tell you. And to Yuutarou. It's just not easy."
Akira's stomach is churning. He narrows his eyes.
"Are you drunk?"
The last time Tobio got drunk was at his twentieth birthday, when the whole crew from Karasuno explicitly stated that this party wasn't going to end before they got at least a full folder of embarrassing photos of Tobio. They got first-hand a taste of Tobio's mushiness and clinging, which was both endearing and slightly weird. Akira didn't particularly like seeing him in this state.
(And he still doesn't.)
"I think, I dunno," Kageyama says. At least he knows there's alcohol in his system. "Is Yuutarou with you?"
"Why would he be with me?"
The words slip out harsher than he intended, and maybe he isn't totally over what happened, even though it has been a year. People can't forget so easily.
"Because you guys were always much better at the whole thing than me." The confession pierces Akira straight in the heart.
"We already had that discussions," he whispers.
A year ago, the tension and the constant arguments were too much. Kunimi isn't sure if this was a mutual agreement to stop what they had, or if one of them had the courage to step up and the others just followed. Yuutarou cried angry tears, Tobio kept hissing furious words, and Akira listened, snapping remarks he had decided not to tell up until that moment.
"I know, but maybe we were wrong? Everything's wrong."
"Then tell me what was wrong."
"I dunno. I wasn't always the best at following advice. And."
There's rustling, the noise of someone kicking their shoes off, and then crashing somewhere. Akira wonders if Tobio just got home and was trying to find his words through the haze of alcohol and memories. He shouldn't even be having a conversation with a drunk Tobio. Where is Hinata?
"Should've listened more, and speaking up more," Tobio rambles. Strangely enough his voice doesn't waver, and Akira, in a surge of affection long forgotten, suspects he has practiced saying this specific sentence.
He wants to cry.
"Why are you telling me this now?" he chokes out.
"I miss you. I miss Yuutarou too. Gods, I don't know why I'm saying that."
The heaviness in Akira's body is lifting, just a little, but that's enough to make him laugh, maybe a bit humorlessly but it's a start to everything and it's incredibly satisfying.
"You're an idiot," he says.
"Yeah, you told me that a lot."
"Because it's true. Now go to sleep. You're drunk."
He hears a hum, oddly content, and the line goes dead. Akira honestly didn't expect Tobio to obey that quickly. For a while, his phone is still pressed against his ear, as he tries to process what just occurred.
So, so stupid.
His fingers hover over his contact list, stopping at the 'ki' section. Even if this was a call done without his full attention, Tobio still overcame the fear they were all probably drowning in.
Akira opens a new message.
'Hey, it's been a while. Tobio was drunk, and he called me. Can we meet at his apartment tomorrow?'