Title | : | Icarus |
Author | : | |
Rating | : | |
ISBN | : | - |
Language | : | English |
Format Type | : | ebook |
Number of Pages | : | 6 |
Publication | : | Published January 17, 2016 |
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi
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“You were supposed to win!” His voice forces its way past his teeth and it’s guttural and vulgar and violent and he can feel it in each fibre of his body. His fingers burn where they touch Ushijima and he can’t seem to press himself close enough. He wants to squeeze all the air from Ushijima’s body, to skin him or flay him or crack him open or something - anything, anything, just to make him feel. “I was supposed to beat you! I was supposed to verse you on that court! It was supposed to be me!"
As his voice rises from him in a howl he can feel the anger ride out like the tide until his tearing fingers beat weakly on Ushijima’s broad chest and he can’t even stand to look at him anymore, and so he turns his face away, pain grappling in his chest. Ushijima’s eyes are closed and his head rests against the wall, arms limp by his side and Oikawa wants to slap him. The setter’s voice is little more than a cracked whisper spoken against the neckline of Ushijima’s shirt. “You’ve got to feel something.”
Words: 2768 complete
Relationship: Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi
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“You were supposed to win!” His voice forces its way past his teeth and it’s guttural and vulgar and violent and he can feel it in each fibre of his body. His fingers burn where they touch Ushijima and he can’t seem to press himself close enough. He wants to squeeze all the air from Ushijima’s body, to skin him or flay him or crack him open or something - anything, anything, just to make him feel. “I was supposed to beat you! I was supposed to verse you on that court! It was supposed to be me!"
As his voice rises from him in a howl he can feel the anger ride out like the tide until his tearing fingers beat weakly on Ushijima’s broad chest and he can’t even stand to look at him anymore, and so he turns his face away, pain grappling in his chest. Ushijima’s eyes are closed and his head rests against the wall, arms limp by his side and Oikawa wants to slap him. The setter’s voice is little more than a cracked whisper spoken against the neckline of Ushijima’s shirt. “You’ve got to feel something.”
Words: 2768 complete
Icarus Reviews
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3.5stars