[Takao x reader]
The referee signalled the end of the game between Shutoku and Rakuzan, soaking you to the bones with the painful truth. As manager of Shutoku, you could only stare at the scoreboard, prey to shock.
You had lost.
Your chest hurt as your heart clenched in agony as your eyes fell upon the defeated, crushed faces of your comrades–friends. Both teams bowed in thanks, before they slowly began to make their way back to the locker rooms. You turned around, thus giving your back to the court where your dreams had just been destroyed.
No. You couldn’t believe that was the end; after all the effort, the blood and sweat… it was hard to conceive such finale.
However, as much as the tears pressed against your eyes, you wouldn’t let them fall; if only to support them, to be their strength.
As you walked down the quiet hallways, their heads were down, their shoulders hunched. Some of them were already expressing just how devastated they all felt, and tears had soon started to be shed. Even Midorima, the ace of the team, was having trouble supressing such aching feelings.
Your eyes, however, were on him. The man who always made stupid jokes about literally everything, the man whose brightness never seemed to fade; he who always wore a smile on his face.
Takao had yet to speak a word, but his lips were trembling. The idiot was trying so hard not to cry; you could see so well through that façade of his. His eyes, usually sparkling, were dull… so void of any emotion it scared you.
No words were exchanged in the locker room, either. And soon, the players started to leave, one by one. But Takao didn’t. He stood there; back towards you, facing his closet, unable to move.
And finally, he spoke.
“Why are you still here, [Name]?” His voice was a mere whisper, so low you would’ve not heard it had you not been paying your full attention to him. “Why haven’t you left?”
“Because you haven’t.”
Because I won’t leave you alone.
His body visibly shook, and he punched the locker beside his. Ah, there he was; he really did hate to look so pathetic in front of you, and yet, Takao couldn’t stop the despair from pouring out of him.
“Why?”
Why did it have to end this way?
You placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to stiffen.
“We have to lose sometimes in order to become stronger,” you said softly.
The moment his eyes drifted towards your smiling face, his whole composure broke into pieces. You held him close as he embraced you; pools of tears fell from his clenched eyes on your shoulder as he dropped to the ground, taking you with him.
“It’s okay,” you whispered.
I’m here.
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WHY DID FUKIMAKI HAVE TO MAKE HIM CRY. HIM OF ALL PEOPLE.
Well, ok, this case in point, if rakuzan still had to happen i'd still be mad i didn't see a better response...thank you for this fic...i really wanted to comfort him then, too *wipes tears across her arm*
Plus I really love how this is written, especially descriptions!
Well, ok, this case in point, if rakuzan still had to happen i'd still be mad i didn't see a better response...thank you for this fic...i really wanted to comfort him then, too *wipes tears across her arm*
Plus I really love how this is written, especially descriptions!