𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲 || 𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

⤷𝟝𝟚: 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖

it's funny how time works.

(it's not, but we can pretend.)

sometimes, a second feels like a million years.

while other times, a week goes by in the blink of an eye.

lately, it's been the latter for you.

two whole weeks were gone. passed quicker than you could comprehend.

and it's surprising to even you, but traces of healing have finally started to arrive.

the mere start of reducing the hurt. to where, you could finally let yourself breathe again.

but it still wasn't enough time.

in comparison to two years' hurt, it wasn't enough time.

putting in your headphones, you let the music drown your undying thoughts as you walked on campus. your feet moved you towards the gym where your friends would be.

you haven't seen kageyama in these two weeks.

well, okay, maybe that statement wasn't exactly true.

you've still seen kageyama around. it's not like you were avoiding him, anymore.

besides, since your friends played volleyball to the point where they practically lived at the gym, it would be impossible to never see traces of kageyama on the court.

however, you haven't spoken a single word with each other since that day.

a part of you ached—you couldn't deny the fact that it still hurt seeing him around, even through all the spilled truth.

but another part of you knew that it needs to happen. you needed to swallow the rest of the built-up pain, and accept it.

you both needed time off from each other.

you both needed to heal on your own, before you could even think about interacting...in any way.

not to mention, you both had lives you had to get back to.

and now that it was nearing christmas break (which would last two weeks...god. please, let the break come sooner), the workload continued to get larger and larger.

leaving you with little to no time to even think about anything other than your studies.

and this was why, on a lazy sunday afternoon, you could be found in the gym (for your friends' practice, of course), your books sprawled over the benches and your laptop open, trying to finish all your assignments.

but, speaking of kageyama, there was clearly something different.

there was no longer an angry wave of hatred that flew through you every time you thought of his name.

it was different now.

it was impassive.

and it left you with only sadness and regret. and pain.

then again, that's just the healing process. and you'll tell yourself over and over again...you have to surrender to the pain.

you must. to heal, you must surrender.

you were just about to drown yourself back in homework, when a voice by your ear caught your attention.

"you've been avoiding me."

it's the voice you'd remember, always.

you sighed, gazing up at the tall boy. "i have not."

kageyama arched a brow. "we haven't so much as looked at each other for two weeks."