Ficlet 01 : Clouded Ideals

▎ 𝙸𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚡 𝙾𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊

 ❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫?❞

 Iwaizumi asked one more time when Oikawa was swallowed with despair.

 The passion that the guy had was replaced of mere desparation, crumpling the paper he was writing on of his possible game strategies before throwing it to his best friend.

 ❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐈𝐰𝐚-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧!❞

 ❝𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?!❞

 Oikawa tried to open his mouth, wanting to retort, but the disgust in Iwaizumi's eyes overwhelmed him. Hence, he shut his mouth and cried.

 ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.❞

 The raven shut the door close, leaving the fragile setter all alone once again. 

 In despair. In need—Oikawa wanted to compensate and make it all fine again. But he sucumbbed—in defeat, he is lost.

 ❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.❞

 He stabbed the pen he was using on the silent table, repeatedly slaughtering the material in an attempt to make himself better.

 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳—but he keeps on getting worse, and he is on the verge of losing everything he values.


             —𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆—