[Emi nodded along, even though this was the part that made Emi's sleepy head hurt. Last time they talked about it they still had a bit of a ways to go until nationals but now suDDENLY THE NATIONALS WERE THERE. DAYS AWAY.
Months? Had Passed??? In days. And now. In days. A thing would happen. But Noya was here? But why. Because the manga needs a few months emi calm down.
He was trying to puzzle this out while Noya winkity wonkitied at him. Emi got caught in a flustered chuckle.]
Maybe a week, at least. I'm gonna have to relearn how to walk at this rate.
[Please let him stop sleeping he is tired of sleeping.]
But if Interhigh is in a few days shouldn't you... be there? I'm not sure I get how this going home thing is supposed to work.
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[ he's keeping a week in mind then— alright. one week. he'll be waiting for you.
from crossing one on top of the other, his feet shift so that the soles of his sneakers are against one another. it was something that worried him a while back, but— with hands out ready to gesture and move with his speech, he starts. ]
Okay, so remember when you get here? You sign a contract and everything, right? When I left home the first time we had just gotten a spot for interhigh.
[ he puts a hand just under his chin, the other hand waving up and down. ]
When the Witch sent me back, it was like she stopped time over there or something, you know? I was back where I left off. [ hands clapping onto his knees, ] Time doesn't exist, man. When I clear my debt, I'll go back where I left off too, like nothing happened!
[Emi was staring now, he knew he was. Finding out that the witch was also a time magician shouldn't have surprised him too much, if she was able to make all these other wishes come true. Dimly he registerd that he really wasn't very surprised, but his mouth felt very dry all the same. The lightness in his head and the twist in his gut made him wonder distantly if he was about to vomit right next to poor Noya.
He didn't, but god he almost wanted to.]
You go right back to where you left off. [A quiet echo just to solidify it. To remember. Had that been a detail in the contract he had missed? Emi swallowed, thoughts swimming.]
Does that get confusing? It's gotta with all the time spent away right?
[ its like i never left, his mind reels, but at the same time there's more than one thing stopping him from speaking up instantly. for one, was the memory of koriko. gone, away in an instant like it never existed. it wasn't a particularly pleasant thing— because back home he went back to his everyday motions. emi never existed. kacchan never existed, and so forth. even if nishinoya has already been aware of the fact that he has to live and take care of all this to the fullest (because surely, one day, it'll all be gone), it might not be so easy for someone who doesn't know about it. it's where he gives a falter, looks back up to gather his words again . . . until he sees the look on emi's face. ]
[The other teen gave a curt nod, though the far away look in his eyes said otherwise. For a moment Emi was somewhere else, quickly running through some of the potential scenarios waiting for him. He didn't have enough details, so he didn't really know, but it was the lack of knowledge that made it worse.
So he only allowed himself a moment of this introspection because he was with someone that had more answers than Emi did.]
[ nishinoya spends those few quiet moments said watching him, keeping a close eye on emi. he would worry, and worries, if something isn't right. they could talk it out, where the libero would offer as much support he could— even with emi saying and attempting to show otherwise, he blinks, gives him one last look, before his hand squeezes his arms, slipping back into his lap. ]
It's not confusing— not back home, at least. [ and with a brief, downcast gaze. ] You don't remember a thing when you go back. It's like Koriko never happened.
[ the look in his eyes, as well as his sudden quiet is also a sign that he too, felt a bit of his heart sink when he thought about it. it was impossible not to feel it. ]
[That was true enough. Emi's heart was right there sinking with it, drifting through the turmoil that was the havoc in Emi's chest. He watched Noya shrink away, knowing it must have been the worst to suddenly realize everything you'd forgotten while you were away. Everything with Kacchan, with the voting, the people he'd call friends...
The thoughts swept by, bringing with them the reminder of what Emi had to lose. His fingers curled in his blankets again, the knowing of -this is everything you have echoing through the quieter parts of his mind.]
[ with a heavy breath sounding from his nostrils, he takes a quick moment to agree with it, allow himself to. back then, he had a hunch, heard about it some but never really took it into account other than live to the fullest. but now, now that's just probably the most important thing he could still manage to hook himself onto. that it he'd lose all hope. ]
It's the worst, Em. I didn't even want to say anything. [ he knows it is, for anyone that had gained something here, and while nishinoya had little knowledge of emi's current situation (other than knowing he was had been in prison— was he still in prison?), it doesn't stop the boy from still extending a hand to him. ]
[He gave another nod, firmer this time in his agreement.]
... Yeah.
[His voice came out calmer, the knee-jerk reaction of panic subsiding slightly now that he could pick up that knowledge and hold it. If he could take a long look at it, get a feel for it, it'd undoubtedly still be shit but at least it'd be shit that he could anticipate might happen. A forced bout of nothing that he'd have to play catch-up after, like Noya was doing now. Thinking about going back to a time where he knew absolutely nothing about what was going on with his friend or anything else just made him feel heavy.]
Emi was quiet a moment before he spoke up again with quiet admissions.]
There's just a cell waiting for me. [And if it happened that he didn't get sent right back to prison, it was still a lot of nothing. It wasn't a home, even outside prison. There was nothing to go back to on his own. There'd only been one reason he hadn't just ditched the whole lot and started over somewhere else, and that reason was here in Koriko.]
All this... this is all I've got. [And it was more than Emi would have ever expected, so it was not a sad fact at all.] It's better to know what might happen so... Thanks. For telling me.
*that's WHY, not way, fingers why have you forsaken me
[ to think it was one thing— to hear it from his own mouth was a whole different ball park, one that made his stomach sink further down his belly and twist until he'd rather not even think of food until it's settled. his fingers fidget into his palm and cross between his other hand. "i'm sorry, man". heh, what kind of comfort would that bring? for now, he can only offer a nod, but his expression says more than needed: he doesn't feel like he should be thanked for bringing news like that all of a sudden. ]
I bet that usually gets people to just . . . Give up on everything. 'Cause it isn't worth it or something.
[ he laughs a little, attempting to lift their weight to higher ground, on a lighter notice at least. he wasn't going to leave and leave them both in that gloomy state. ]
It's so worth it that even I catch myself thinking that I don't even want to leave anymore. [ he's caught himself thinking it hundreds of times, and he has family back home. friends, school, a high school volleyball team and championships waiting for him. hell, maybe he could go pro one day, some would certainly say he has the libero caliber to do it. and here he was, sometimes wondering if he were to pay off his debt— could he stay a little longer? ] I dunno if that's selfish as hell or what.
[But he's got a little smile crawling back on his face, despite everything. It was the potential of losing things that was weighing him down, but the facts about what he didn't have? Those didn't bother him. Maybe on a bad day he'd be a little jealous of Noya having a choice, but right now Emi was firmly settled in the belief that a guy like Noya deserved to have the choice.]
There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish though. [Emi reached over to give Noya the pat on the shoulder this time.]
You've got something important. I don't think following that is bad, as long as you're doing what feels right, be it here or there.
I always thought that. Follow my guts more than anything.
[ wouldn't everyone like a choice in the matter? nishinoya would. and honestly, he thinks most, if not all, deserve it in some way. a choice it what still makes them work to the bone to have theirs eventually.
a look outside a nearby window also proved that he'd have to get going soon, and thus, he gives a sigh, hand going to the other boy's head and giving a kind, charismatic (yet oddly gentle) ruffle through his hair. ]
Promise you'll take care of yourself? Might pass by after work again, so— [ he pats his belly. ] Get your stomach ready.
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Months? Had Passed??? In days. And now. In days. A thing would happen. But Noya was here? But why.
Because the manga needs a few months emi calm down.He was trying to puzzle this out while Noya winkity wonkitied at him. Emi got caught in a flustered chuckle.]
Maybe a week, at least. I'm gonna have to relearn how to walk at this rate.
[Please let him stop sleeping he is tired of sleeping.]
But if Interhigh is in a few days shouldn't you... be there? I'm not sure I get how this going home thing is supposed to work.
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from crossing one on top of the other, his feet shift so that the soles of his sneakers are against one another. it was something that worried him a while back, but— with hands out ready to gesture and move with his speech, he starts. ]
Okay, so remember when you get here? You sign a contract and everything, right? When I left home the first time we had just gotten a spot for interhigh.
[ he puts a hand just under his chin, the other hand waving up and down. ]
When the Witch sent me back, it was like she stopped time over there or something, you know? I was back where I left off. [ hands clapping onto his knees, ] Time doesn't exist, man. When I clear my debt, I'll go back where I left off too, like nothing happened!
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He didn't, but god he almost wanted to.]
You go right back to where you left off. [A quiet echo just to solidify it. To remember. Had that been a detail in the contract he had missed? Emi swallowed, thoughts swimming.]
Does that get confusing? It's gotta with all the time spent away right?
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[ its like i never left, his mind reels, but at the same time there's more than one thing stopping him from speaking up instantly. for one, was the memory of koriko. gone, away in an instant like it never existed. it wasn't a particularly pleasant thing— because back home he went back to his everyday motions. emi never existed. kacchan never existed, and so forth. even if nishinoya has already been aware of the fact that he has to live and take care of all this to the fullest (because surely, one day, it'll all be gone), it might not be so easy for someone who doesn't know about it. it's where he gives a falter, looks back up to gather his words again . . . until he sees the look on emi's face. ]
. . . Hey, [ a hand on his arm, ] you okay?
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So he only allowed himself a moment of this introspection because he was with someone that had more answers than Emi did.]
Sorry, what were you going to say?
[It was important to know.]
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It's not confusing— not back home, at least. [ and with a brief, downcast gaze. ] You don't remember a thing when you go back. It's like Koriko never happened.
[ the look in his eyes, as well as his sudden quiet is also a sign that he too, felt a bit of his heart sink when he thought about it. it was impossible not to feel it. ]
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The thoughts swept by, bringing with them the reminder of what Emi had to lose. His fingers curled in his blankets again, the knowing of -this is everything you have echoing through the quieter parts of his mind.]
Well.
That sucks.
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It's the worst, Em. I didn't even want to say anything. [ he knows it is, for anyone that had gained something here, and while nishinoya had little knowledge of emi's current situation (other than knowing he was had been in prison— was he still in prison?), it doesn't stop the boy from still extending a hand to him. ]
That's way— it's more than important, to be here.
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... Yeah.
[His voice came out calmer, the knee-jerk reaction of panic subsiding slightly now that he could pick up that knowledge and hold it. If he could take a long look at it, get a feel for it, it'd undoubtedly still be shit but at least it'd be shit that he could anticipate might happen. A forced bout of nothing that he'd have to play catch-up after, like Noya was doing now. Thinking about going back to a time where he knew absolutely nothing about what was going on with his friend or anything else just made him feel heavy.]
Emi was quiet a moment before he spoke up again with quiet admissions.]
There's just a cell waiting for me. [And if it happened that he didn't get sent right back to prison, it was still a lot of nothing. It wasn't a home, even outside prison. There was nothing to go back to on his own. There'd only been one reason he hadn't just ditched the whole lot and started over somewhere else, and that reason was here in Koriko.]
All this... this is all I've got. [And it was more than Emi would have ever expected, so it was not a sad fact at all.] It's better to know what might happen so... Thanks. For telling me.
*that's WHY, not way, fingers why have you forsaken me
I bet that usually gets people to just . . . Give up on everything. 'Cause it isn't worth it or something.
[ he laughs a little, attempting to lift their weight to higher ground, on a lighter notice at least. he wasn't going to leave and leave them both in that gloomy state. ]
It's so worth it that even I catch myself thinking that I don't even want to leave anymore. [ he's caught himself thinking it hundreds of times, and he has family back home. friends, school, a high school volleyball team and championships waiting for him. hell, maybe he could go pro one day, some would certainly say he has the libero caliber to do it. and here he was, sometimes wondering if he were to pay off his debt— could he stay a little longer? ] I dunno if that's selfish as hell or what.
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[But he's got a little smile crawling back on his face, despite everything. It was the potential of losing things that was weighing him down, but the facts about what he didn't have? Those didn't bother him. Maybe on a bad day he'd be a little jealous of Noya having a choice, but right now Emi was firmly settled in the belief that a guy like Noya deserved to have the choice.]
There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish though. [Emi reached over to give Noya the pat on the shoulder this time.]
You've got something important. I don't think following that is bad, as long as you're doing what feels right, be it here or there.
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[ wouldn't everyone like a choice in the matter? nishinoya would. and honestly, he thinks most, if not all, deserve it in some way. a choice it what still makes them work to the bone to have theirs eventually.
a look outside a nearby window also proved that he'd have to get going soon, and thus, he gives a sigh, hand going to the other boy's head and giving a kind, charismatic (yet oddly gentle) ruffle through his hair. ]
Promise you'll take care of yourself? Might pass by after work again, so— [ he pats his belly. ] Get your stomach ready.
[ he's bringing food :) ]