eyes fall to the ground and he’s silent, taking in lev’s word. it wasn’t that morisuke was so much CONCERNED that the latter wasn’t going to get better, ( he’s IMPROVEDso much already ) the libero was just … going to m i s s him. all of them. all of THIS. he doesn’t fear the future, ( more than any other third year about to graduate, at least ) it’s what he’s leaving behind that has the knots in his stomach TIGHTENING with each passing day.
a hand raises up, pinky out as he brings himself to look towards the other male once more. ❛
—— don’t break that PROMISE, lev. ❜
the silence made him reflect on his thoughts. it wasn’t like he was dying or anything, but still, his absence would leave a major IMPACT on him. volleyball was lots of fun! playing with him, and his teammates. but to picture him gone so soon after he joined. well, it made him sad, verys a d. his pout is fully VISIBLE for all to see. he glances down, green pools full of bitter-sweetness at the libero.
his hand raises as well, pinky’s interlocking in animportantpromise. ❛ i PROMISE, if you promise to only kick me for the stupid stuff i do right now.❜ he grins, the sadness fading even if for a second.
