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"this isn't gonna end well," Watari frowned over towards the brunette wing spiker in disappointment, a hand placing on his hip as his free one held a medium sized though filled up water bottle, head tilting towards the side in curiosity though his disbeliefed eyes made it well-hidden from turning perceptive. shaking his head whilst pouting slightly, "don't say that, Hanamaki-San, this isn't the time for negativity around here." the libero paused in his statement and looked over his practically soulless captain with full concern.

"especially with the tense situation we have between Iwaizumi-San and Oikawa-San.." Hanamaki sighed heavily from the truthful continuation, his head turning over towards the two stated males - their dithering emanation was deliberately thick in the demenour, the dark haired male leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, the expression on his face was serene, pacific, and quiet. though his colored eyes said different, the window to his soul screaming out mixed emotions; anger, irritation, and somewhat slight embarrassment.

"that's what i was referring about. with the current things that's going on, i don't think we'll do any better." the libero furrowed his eyebrows and clasped his hands together, turning over towards Hanamaki and pointed his lips once he had puckered it beforehand, his mouth opening as a evident sign of disagreement, though the wing spiker only interjected as a result of his silent.

"you can't disagree on that too, i know well you think the same as i do." reticence surrounded the two males as Hanamaki turned away slowly before stepping a few steps forward to walk away, his destination was only right next to Matsukawa by the vending machines, whereas they would be willing to wait for they're upcoming next match. though despite knowing the on-going dark occurance they currently were going through, the remaining volleyball team - Iwaizumi and Oikawa excluded - were aware that this was the very day their full capabilities and potentials would get exposed completely.

the brunette sighed, his back hitting the cold wall as he slid back down on the floor with his knees nearly making contact with his chest whilst he slightly burrowed his face in his arms, the glum appearance inside his chocolate brown eyes, his soft fingertips tapping against his knees gently, his mouth remained closed as soft hums of unknown tunes were quietly heard from him.

"hey." Oikawa looked up slowly yet reluctant, his orbs meeting with the blonde hair male's whilst he watched as his senior bent down to meet eye level, "you doing good?" Sadayuki questioned with a small genuine smile on the corners and edges of his slightly cracked lips, usually and normally - [M/n] was the first one to make a conversation with the setter wherever location they had gone off to. but now again, a deceased man can't really talk that much to the living, can't they.

"hi." was the cold response heared from Oikawa, which the blonde visibly noticed his uninterest and boredom - but he nonetheless kept the small smile on his face, planning his continuation, "i'm fine, coach Sadayuki. i can manage by myself, thanks anyways." Sadayuki closed back his hung open mouth before nodding a bit, feeling the heavy and awkward demeanor that lingered around the both of they're atmospheres.