Well, volleyball destroys Bokuto daily, in different ways. But it certainly isn't with the intensity that hurt Tsukishima. He held it dear because of his brother, and when that was gone he was left with nothing. Only a sport he knows basics of, pain and ressentiment.
"I did answer it," Bokuto leaned chin on his entwined fingers. "The answer was, as much as it was truthful, a double-edged knife. Some people find their motivation back. Some don't. Since that night, I truly, truly hoped you will pull through. The talent doesn't matter if you don't feel like playing."
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Date: 2017-09-25 10:35 am (UTC)"I did answer it," Bokuto leaned chin on his entwined fingers. "The answer was, as much as it was truthful, a double-edged knife. Some people find their motivation back. Some don't. Since that night, I truly, truly hoped you will pull through. The talent doesn't matter if you don't feel like playing."