Kunimi tries to tell his stomach not to fill with butterflies, his chest not to seize with pitiful hope, but he can't. Seeing Oikawa like this has triggered the tiny, tiny sliver of his heart that insists on believing things can work out, it's totally possible that Oikawa might one day look past all his admirers and fans and precious near-lifelong best friend and see Kunimi not as a kid, a kouhai, a teammate, but a potential partner he wants to claim as his own.
Shut up, he tells that part of him. Shut up shut up shut up. Something else must be bothering him. This is just how it's coming out. It's nothing to do with me.]
... Oikawa-senpai? [He rests a hand tentatively on Oikawa's elbow.] Are you okay?
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Kunimi tries to tell his stomach not to fill with butterflies, his chest not to seize with pitiful hope, but he can't. Seeing Oikawa like this has triggered the tiny, tiny sliver of his heart that insists on believing things can work out, it's totally possible that Oikawa might one day look past all his admirers and fans and precious near-lifelong best friend and see Kunimi not as a kid, a kouhai, a teammate, but a potential partner he wants to claim as his own.
Shut up, he tells that part of him. Shut up shut up shut up. Something else must be bothering him. This is just how it's coming out. It's nothing to do with me.]
... Oikawa-senpai? [He rests a hand tentatively on Oikawa's elbow.] Are you okay?