[Yamaguchi doesn't know what to feel, listening to this. There's a sensation in his chest like he's been almost gutted somehow—hollow inside, a feeling of something torn out where maybe betrayal or anger should be. Whatever it is seems to be keeping the pain from hearing all this at bay, or maybe it's just that the hurt is so intense he can't even process it anymore like the static that's replacing the tail end of Oikawa's words.
Oikawa wasn't dating him because he wanted Yamaguchi. That's the reality of it. It was all…just short of a lie, all an act, a presentation to impress someone else. To prove a point. Yamaguchi's not going to cry over it, he decides, even though the trembling in his hands and his eyes burning tell him otherwise. I'm not going to cry. It's the only coherent thought he can string together, beneath the crushing weight of the should have knowns and that makes more senses and was probably lucky even to get this chance at alls.]
G…Got it. R-Right. [Damn it, it's not the end of the world; at least Oikawa did say he likes him and Yamaguchi's relieved now to know where he stands and he's not going to goddamn cry–] …I—I'm really…
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Oikawa wasn't dating him because he wanted Yamaguchi. That's the reality of it. It was all…just short of a lie, all an act, a presentation to impress someone else. To prove a point. Yamaguchi's not going to cry over it, he decides, even though the trembling in his hands and his eyes burning tell him otherwise. I'm not going to cry. It's the only coherent thought he can string together, beneath the crushing weight of the should have knowns and that makes more senses and was probably lucky even to get this chance at alls.]
G…Got it. R-Right. [Damn it, it's not the end of the world; at least Oikawa did say he likes him and Yamaguchi's relieved now to know where he stands and he's not going to goddamn cry–] …I—I'm really…