Ship: Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kageyama Tobio Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: video game violence, mention of character death Other Tags: mention of battles, injuries Word Count: 958
This quote is đź’Ż
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“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Pushing yourself like that. That won't do you any good.”
Yuutarou is glaring at the back of Tobio's head, but Tobio is too busy notching an arrow and firing it. It hits the center of the target, and soon after two more arrows follow. Tobio doesn't say a word.
“The battle with the Emblan army yesterday was tough, a lot of heroes were hurt,” Yuutarou goes on, a bit firmer. “Your leg is injured. Put that damn bow down and go rest.”
“How do you expect me to become strong if I don't practice?” Tobio snaps, finally turning around to face Yuutarou, the glint in his eyes almost feral.
Yesterday was too much of a close call to everyone's liking; the summoner expressed extreme worrying during the battle and gave frantic orders, while all the heroes kept fighting till they saw no more enemies coming their way. Yuutarou and Tobio were paired up, with Yuutarou slashing at the soldiers and Tobio covering him. This is usually a combination that works well, as they are both experienced warriors with a natural synergy, but the enemy overwhelmed them with its sheer number.
Yuutarou got a sprained wrist and a few cuts, and Tobio got his leg injured by an arrow. The other heroes didn't fare better, but in the end, they won and they could be proud of that. However Yuutarou doesn't feel this is something they should rejoice in, especially after almost losing some of their comrades.
“Becoming strong doesn't necessarily mean you have to practice until you collapse,” he hisses. “It's knowing your limits, and then finding a way to deal with it during battle.”
“That's stupid,” Tobio replies. “I'd die if I just make do with my current power. I can't waste time doing nothing.”
Yesterday, and the day before, and the previous battles too, ever since they've been summoned here, Tobio had Yuutarou's back. They crossed paths a few times in their original worlds but never truly had any interaction, though they knew about each other's abilities—being part of their respective royal guard helped, especially since their two kingdoms have a friendly rivalry going on.
And now, they are fighting side by side, discovering the strategies that work best with them and the moves they shouldn't play with, creating a sort of unspoken trust acknowledged by everyone, the two of them aware of it. So why can't Tobio listen to what Yuutarou has to say?
“You're just not looking at the right side of the picture. You can only do that much with your bow and your arrows—”
“Are you calling me weak, now?” Tobio is baring his teeth, all pretense of calm posture gone.
“No!”
Yuutarou wants to break something, wants to shake Tobio and make him understand.
“You're thinking about yourself! But when you're fighting, you have people to rely on! Why do you think we keep getting paired up? If you're in a pinch, I'm here to get you out of it.”
Tobio's face is scrunched up, gripping his bow until his knuckles turn white. He's holding Yuutarou's gaze, as if he was trying to prove that what he's saying is wrong, though Yuutarou can see the waver in these blue eyes too expressive for their own good. It appeases him just a little, enough to remain composed and to remember that he has in front of him someone who wasn't used to be part of a group.
“I'm just saying that you're not alone, alright? You have to think about the ones who support you. If you're just thinking about strength, you'll lose sight of everything else. Don't become a shadow of yourself.” He swallows, and rubs his face. “Someone I knew was reaching for a power he couldn't obtain.”
(Akira smiled when Yuutarou's sword ran through him. Yuutarou's lips couldn't mirror it.)
Tobio is quiet, looking at the bow in his hands. Yuutarou knows that look—he's thinking about something but doesn't know how to word it, afraid of getting his message misunderstood or conveying the wrong feeling.
“I... People tell me that they fight to protect their loved ones,” he whispers. “For a long time, I didn't know what that meant. I've only been in the royal guard for a few years, but before that time I just relied on myself. I don't... I don't want to keep making mistakes.”
There was an history there that Yuutarou didn't know of, and that would explain why Tobio isn't that excited whenever a hero from his kingdom is summoned; maybe there has been an incident and their relationship was damaged, maybe he felt left out. Yuutarou isn't going to push for an answer, because this is already much more than what Tobio is usually willing to divulge. On top of that, he feels they share the same sentiment on the topic of not repeating the past.
“So... I guessed that becoming stronger would help me taking care of my enemies on my own. And to—to avoid getting you injured.”
The admission startles Yuutarou and something burns in his stomach, warming him all the way to his heart, and he finds himself smiling at the unexpected but earnest words.
“I'm not going down that easily,” he says, a bit too smugly perhaps, but Tobio's lips slightly tug upwards and his eyes light up and it's such a beautiful sight to see he wants to commit it to memory—and remember it whenever he wonders why he's fighting so hard.
“We're a team,” he asserts once more. “So that means we're in this together.”
Tobio nods, his shoulders losing their stiffness, and Yuutarou can finally breathe again.
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: video game violence, mention of character death
Other Tags: mention of battles, injuries
Word Count: 958
This quote is đź’Ż
***
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Pushing yourself like that. That won't do you any good.”
Yuutarou is glaring at the back of Tobio's head, but Tobio is too busy notching an arrow and firing it. It hits the center of the target, and soon after two more arrows follow. Tobio doesn't say a word.
“The battle with the Emblan army yesterday was tough, a lot of heroes were hurt,” Yuutarou goes on, a bit firmer. “Your leg is injured. Put that damn bow down and go rest.”
“How do you expect me to become strong if I don't practice?” Tobio snaps, finally turning around to face Yuutarou, the glint in his eyes almost feral.
Yesterday was too much of a close call to everyone's liking; the summoner expressed extreme worrying during the battle and gave frantic orders, while all the heroes kept fighting till they saw no more enemies coming their way. Yuutarou and Tobio were paired up, with Yuutarou slashing at the soldiers and Tobio covering him. This is usually a combination that works well, as they are both experienced warriors with a natural synergy, but the enemy overwhelmed them with its sheer number.
Yuutarou got a sprained wrist and a few cuts, and Tobio got his leg injured by an arrow. The other heroes didn't fare better, but in the end, they won and they could be proud of that. However Yuutarou doesn't feel this is something they should rejoice in, especially after almost losing some of their comrades.
“Becoming strong doesn't necessarily mean you have to practice until you collapse,” he hisses. “It's knowing your limits, and then finding a way to deal with it during battle.”
“That's stupid,” Tobio replies. “I'd die if I just make do with my current power. I can't waste time doing nothing.”
Yesterday, and the day before, and the previous battles too, ever since they've been summoned here, Tobio had Yuutarou's back. They crossed paths a few times in their original worlds but never truly had any interaction, though they knew about each other's abilities—being part of their respective royal guard helped, especially since their two kingdoms have a friendly rivalry going on.
And now, they are fighting side by side, discovering the strategies that work best with them and the moves they shouldn't play with, creating a sort of unspoken trust acknowledged by everyone, the two of them aware of it. So why can't Tobio listen to what Yuutarou has to say?
“You're just not looking at the right side of the picture. You can only do that much with your bow and your arrows—”
“Are you calling me weak, now?” Tobio is baring his teeth, all pretense of calm posture gone.
“No!”
Yuutarou wants to break something, wants to shake Tobio and make him understand.
“You're thinking about yourself! But when you're fighting, you have people to rely on! Why do you think we keep getting paired up? If you're in a pinch, I'm here to get you out of it.”
Tobio's face is scrunched up, gripping his bow until his knuckles turn white. He's holding Yuutarou's gaze, as if he was trying to prove that what he's saying is wrong, though Yuutarou can see the waver in these blue eyes too expressive for their own good. It appeases him just a little, enough to remain composed and to remember that he has in front of him someone who wasn't used to be part of a group.
“I'm just saying that you're not alone, alright? You have to think about the ones who support you. If you're just thinking about strength, you'll lose sight of everything else. Don't become a shadow of yourself.” He swallows, and rubs his face. “Someone I knew was reaching for a power he couldn't obtain.”
(Akira smiled when Yuutarou's sword ran through him. Yuutarou's lips couldn't mirror it.)
Tobio is quiet, looking at the bow in his hands. Yuutarou knows that look—he's thinking about something but doesn't know how to word it, afraid of getting his message misunderstood or conveying the wrong feeling.
“I... People tell me that they fight to protect their loved ones,” he whispers. “For a long time, I didn't know what that meant. I've only been in the royal guard for a few years, but before that time I just relied on myself. I don't... I don't want to keep making mistakes.”
There was an history there that Yuutarou didn't know of, and that would explain why Tobio isn't that excited whenever a hero from his kingdom is summoned; maybe there has been an incident and their relationship was damaged, maybe he felt left out. Yuutarou isn't going to push for an answer, because this is already much more than what Tobio is usually willing to divulge. On top of that, he feels they share the same sentiment on the topic of not repeating the past.
“So... I guessed that becoming stronger would help me taking care of my enemies on my own. And to—to avoid getting you injured.”
The admission startles Yuutarou and something burns in his stomach, warming him all the way to his heart, and he finds himself smiling at the unexpected but earnest words.
“I'm not going down that easily,” he says, a bit too smugly perhaps, but Tobio's lips slightly tug upwards and his eyes light up and it's such a beautiful sight to see he wants to commit it to memory—and remember it whenever he wonders why he's fighting so hard.
“We're a team,” he asserts once more. “So that means we're in this together.”
Tobio nods, his shoulders losing their stiffness, and Yuutarou can finally breathe again.