it's suddenly as if he's thrown back in time, standing in a lobby that smells of sweat and salonpas, and being snapped at by oikawa; a smear of teal and white, of purple and white, the loaded feeling of knowing a win is secured ( until it isn't, but even ushijima knows he is not infallible ). even after all this time has passed, oikawa is still oikawa. the outburst is somehow both expected and unexpected and for a few moments all ushijima can do is stand there and attempt to process why oikawa is so offended over a compliment.
he doesn't even want to approach the whole question about dating him. that's not something he's understanding whatsoever and how oikawa got there from what ushijima said... well, he's not sure he's ever going to get that.
nevermind that it is one hundred percent his fault.
he's also just going to ignore the part about the cake and blindly ingesting aphrodisiacs. there should be signs posted about that kind of thing so people don't make awkward mistakes. that he's feeling a little hot beneath his collar is his own business and he'll deal with it later, alone. right now, after everything he has retained about this place and the heavy burden of it, after seeing a familiar face and realizing what that means, and attempting to figure out how to, once again, navigate conversations with oikawa... that's kind of taking all of his brain capacity. sex really isn't figuring itself it right now. )
It was never an insult. ( brows furrowed and lips tensed slightly; this isn't the first conversation he wanted to have post-death... and yet. ) Your talent is great and I felt it would have been utilized far better at Shiratorizawa.
( another pause, he wets his lips and shifts his stance. )
I was very headstrong in my beliefs and did not consider many things back then. ( a slight tip of his head. ) I apologize.
he didn't mean it 😔
it's suddenly as if he's thrown back in time, standing in a lobby that smells of sweat and salonpas, and being snapped at by oikawa; a smear of teal and white, of purple and white, the loaded feeling of knowing a win is secured ( until it isn't, but even ushijima knows he is not infallible ). even after all this time has passed, oikawa is still oikawa. the outburst is somehow both expected and unexpected and for a few moments all ushijima can do is stand there and attempt to process why oikawa is so offended over a compliment.
he doesn't even want to approach the whole question about dating him. that's not something he's understanding whatsoever and how oikawa got there from what ushijima said... well, he's not sure he's ever going to get that.
nevermind that it is one hundred percent his fault.
he's also just going to ignore the part about the cake and blindly ingesting aphrodisiacs. there should be signs posted about that kind of thing so people don't make awkward mistakes. that he's feeling a little hot beneath his collar is his own business and he'll deal with it later, alone. right now, after everything he has retained about this place and the heavy burden of it, after seeing a familiar face and realizing what that means, and attempting to figure out how to, once again, navigate conversations with oikawa... that's kind of taking all of his brain capacity. sex really isn't figuring itself it right now. )
It was never an insult. ( brows furrowed and lips tensed slightly; this isn't the first conversation he wanted to have post-death... and yet. ) Your talent is great and I felt it would have been utilized far better at Shiratorizawa.
( another pause, he wets his lips and shifts his stance. )
I was very headstrong in my beliefs and did not consider many things back then. ( a slight tip of his head. ) I apologize.