[ oikawa will find that only silence is waiting on the other side. shōyō would’ve come out, but— he’s kept his door closed ever sense that day, when lazarus had respawned, cleaned out the kitchen, changed the bed covers and left everything the way it was. organized, because shōyō sure as hell didn’t.
he doesn’t answer because he’s not there. he hasn’t been, in fact. ever since returning with lazarus in squid form and locking himself on his side of the house, he hasn’t seen or spoken to oikawa. after challenging god to a volleyball match, shōyō hasn’t been home. he hadn’t been ready to go back. he hadn’t been ready to feel better and he certainly hadn’t been ready to talk to his roommate. not in the state he was in (or both of them).
oikawa is speaking to nothing but a door, but to his luck, moments later, the front door groans open. for the first time in two weeks, shōyō sets foot in the house, and peeks with eyes wide down the hall to his quarters.
it seems oikawa was there. a breath catches in his throat leaps, freezes— then settles. ]
. . . Hey.
[ no smiles or hugs; just a cautious gaze as he adjusts his backpack full of clothes and supplies he’d been using. ]
[On any other day, Tooru would feel embarrassed by talking to an empty door, and even if it wasn't empty, he wouldn't blame Shōyō for ignoring him. He'd been an asshole, to put it mildly. Lived up to the insult Iwaizumi always flung at him, even if that half the time was a tease and just how his best friend was with him.
So when the front door opens, Tooru flinches just a little, barely noticeable. He didn't know what would happen next, but Shōyō's "hey" was better than what he expected. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed.]
Hey... I ah... I think I owe you an apology. For... Y'know... That. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you when you were panicking.
[He still can't bring himself to look at Shōyō, but he does step out of the way of the door should he be ignored. His voice lacks any of the energy or brightness, instead replaced with something more akin to regret. His only friend from home, and he'd really fucked up.]
[ getting a late apology was better than getting no apology. shoyo stares at first, takes a few walking steps in and closes the door behind him once egg has entered and so has— a dog? it happens to be his omen, picanha. she's changed as shoyo has, keeping her muzzle shut tight as she regarded the other athlete and then trotted into the rest of the home.
shoyo nods; whatever was happening during these last few weeks hasn't been a good one, and it looked like that was the case for both of them. the ache in his chest was far from actually gone, but— it could heal. ]
. . . Alright. [ it wasn't "fine" or "okay", but he accepts it. ] How're you feeling?
[The dog catches him off guard for a moment, looking for picanha since the dog there instead of a bird like he's been used to confuses him. He'll address it later, ask where the bird was once things are less... Strained. Any joking would be ill timed, so he refrains.
Instead, keeping his gaze away from Shōyō, and directly on the ground unable to meet his friend's eyes, he shrugs halfheartedly.]
Fine... I guess. Tired. Trying to find out why everything was making me irritated last month.
[It's the corruption and effects of the month, but he hasn't realized that yet.]
Better. [ succinct and true. ] You feeling weird was probably ‘cause of The Reckoning.
[ everyone was kind of an asshole, even the people who had once threatened to pelt shōyō with his own groceries have doubled down on apologies and some produce for the week, one them. it’s hard to tell if corruption was part of it— shōyō’s own was the complete opposite of irritable. it made him happy.
setting his bag on the floor, shōyō pulls the zipper open and goes through a few things until he pulls out a jar of savory raspberry colored jam. hanging onto the bag’s sling, shōyō holds out the jar to him. ]
Try taking some of that. If you’re corrupted, it’ll lower it down better. S’what my friend gave me.
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he doesn’t answer because he’s not there. he hasn’t been, in fact. ever since returning with lazarus in squid form and locking himself on his side of the house, he hasn’t seen or spoken to oikawa. after challenging god to a volleyball match, shōyō hasn’t been home. he hadn’t been ready to go back. he hadn’t been ready to feel better and he certainly hadn’t been ready to talk to his roommate. not in the state he was in (or both of them).
oikawa is speaking to nothing but a door, but to his luck, moments later, the front door groans open. for the first time in two weeks, shōyō sets foot in the house, and peeks with eyes wide down the hall to his quarters.
it seems oikawa was there. a breath catches in his throat leaps, freezes— then settles. ]
. . . Hey.
[ no smiles or hugs; just a cautious gaze as he adjusts his backpack full of clothes and supplies he’d been using. ]
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So when the front door opens, Tooru flinches just a little, barely noticeable. He didn't know what would happen next, but Shōyō's "hey" was better than what he expected. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed.]
Hey... I ah... I think I owe you an apology. For... Y'know... That. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you when you were panicking.
[He still can't bring himself to look at Shōyō, but he does step out of the way of the door should he be ignored. His voice lacks any of the energy or brightness, instead replaced with something more akin to regret. His only friend from home, and he'd really fucked up.]
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shoyo nods; whatever was happening during these last few weeks hasn't been a good one, and it looked like that was the case for both of them. the ache in his chest was far from actually gone, but— it could heal. ]
. . . Alright. [ it wasn't "fine" or "okay", but he accepts it. ] How're you feeling?
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Instead, keeping his gaze away from Shōyō, and directly on the ground unable to meet his friend's eyes, he shrugs halfheartedly.]
Fine... I guess. Tired. Trying to find out why everything was making me irritated last month.
[It's the corruption and effects of the month, but he hasn't realized that yet.]
How've you been?
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[ everyone was kind of an asshole, even the people who had once threatened to pelt shōyō with his own groceries have doubled down on apologies and some produce for the week, one them. it’s hard to tell if corruption was part of it— shōyō’s own was the complete opposite of irritable. it made him happy.
setting his bag on the floor, shōyō pulls the zipper open and goes through a few things until he pulls out a jar of savory raspberry colored jam. hanging onto the bag’s sling, shōyō holds out the jar to him. ]
Try taking some of that. If you’re corrupted, it’ll lower it down better. S’what my friend gave me.