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ALT “Come on, I saw you look behind you. Tsukishima isn’t dumb enough to do this shit, even if it was your idea.” Ouch… “Who was it? Nishinoya?” He stays silent. “Tanaka?” And he tries, he really tries to not react, but he can feel his lungs stutter in his chest and he rips his gaze away all too quickly. Ukai hums knowingly. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter, looking down to flick it on. He freezes before he can flick the spark wheel, staring at the floor. Tadashi holds his breath, afraid to move. “Fuck,” Ukai says with a mocking laugh. “I could tell you were drunk, but pissing yourself out of fear? You really are such a kid.” Piss… pissing himself? Tadashi's head swirls, the shape of Ukai blurring in front of him. No way, right? He takes a step back and feels the wet denim—now cold—pull at his skin. Oh god. He feels like he’s going to throw up, goosebumps spreading over his arms and legs. alt text continued in reply
ALT "Shit, I'm totes melting!" She whines. Wakana grabs her water bottle and crouches in front of her, opening it for her. "Thank you," she drawls, taking the water and then freezing. Her hands shake slightly as she holds it halfway to her lips, eyes going glassy before she ducks her head down. “Are you… okay?” Wakana asks, tilting his head to the side to look at her better. Marin shakes her head vigorously. Eyes shining with tears and embarrassment, Marin finally looks at him and whispers, “I have to pee.” Oh. That's it? He sighs, smiling at her. "Let's go find a restroom then. I think I saw where they were earlier." He moves to stand but her hand shoots out and grabs his sleeve. Her knuckles are white as she grips him tighter, shaking her head again. His smile fades. "I don't think I can make it to the bathroom," she says, voice trembling. "I… I think I'll leak if I stand up right now."
ALT “Come on, I saw you look behind you. Tsukishima isn’t dumb enough to do this shit, even if it was your idea.” Ouch… “Who was it? Nishinoya?” He stays silent. “Tanaka?” And he tries, he really tries to not react, but he can feel his lungs stutter in his chest and he rips his gaze away all too quickly. Ukai hums knowingly. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter, looking down to flick it on. He freezes before he can flick the spark wheel, staring at the floor. Tadashi holds his breath, afraid to move. “Fuck,” Ukai says with a mocking laugh. “I could tell you were drunk, but pissing yourself out of fear? You really are such a kid.” Piss… pissing himself? Tadashi's head swirls, the shape of Ukai blurring in front of him. No way, right? He takes a step back and feels the wet denim—now cold—pull at his skin. Oh god. He feels like he’s going to throw up, goosebumps spreading over his arms and legs. alt text continued in reply
ALT Tears are coming steady now, streaming down his cheeks in matching rivers to the piss between his legs. The hum of the shop dulls around him, only knowing Ukai lights a cigarette from the light of the flame and the smell of burnt melon in his nose. Smoke blows over his face and he flinches, inhaling heat and coughing out the ache. “You wanted to smoke?” Ukai asks, but his words are muffled around the cotton in his ears. “I’ll teach you.”
