Until we let the spectrum in - Nationals Final - For Beautymarker

[saltinourstars]

Boom

It could be his heart.

Boom

It could be his breath.

Boom

It could be his feet hitting the ground. Or the ball. Or the crowd.

FUKURODANI 33 - KARASUNO 31

That's it.

Planting hands on his hips, Tsukki stares up at the lights. Unable to move, think, hear anything but echoing thunder. Boom. Boom. Boom

It's over. It's over. It's over.

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[beautymarker]

Tsukki.

[Suga's already had his moment of raw grief with Daichi and Asahi, so now he's looking for younger teammates who might need comfort as the order of the world reasserts itself. It's cruel but also a blessing, how the game demands that they pull themselves together just seconds after breaking their hearts.

It's not surprising that Tsukki looks a million miles away. Immediate displays of emotion are still rare for him, even with all the strides he's made during this incredible year. Yamaguchi's at Tsukki's other side, tears streaming freely down his freckled cheeks; Suga doubts he'll break through this fugue if Yamaguchi hasn't managed it but he still has to try.]

Come on, you two. We need to line up at the net.

[He feels sick. It feels like a betrayal, denying these kids the keen stab of their sadness... but he's still a kid too, isn't he? This is the last time he'll stand on a volleyball court as a kid. Tears sting his eyes again and he wipes them away, frustrated.]