how to save a setter- tsukikage (rewritten)

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I know I said I would wait for you, and I truly intend to do so. So why is it so hard? Why have you never come back after all these years? Why do you refuse to come back? Is it because of me? 

Dad always says it is. And maybe, he's right. What if he was right about everything. About school, about volleyball, about you? 

about me..?

Is what he says really true mom? Is it my fault? Tell me god damn it I'm so sick and tired of this of waiting for you, of wishing you would come back

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Kageyama crumpled up the paper with a grunt of frustration, tossing it across the room. He wasn't in the right headspace to write clearly, he couldn't pin it on her, it wasn't her fault she wasn't coming back. It was his after all. The bitter cold truth that he finally felt ready to face. 

Sighing the setter pushed back his chair, staring longingly at the window. Sugawara had invited him to get meat buns together last night. He was pretty certain Sugawara was just using it as a way to see him and make sure he was okay. The upperclassmen was even going to pay. But Tobio had already fallen asleep by the time his phone dinged with the message, and he knew going out after the altercation with his father, would cause more trouble than it was worth. 

Getting up he made his way quietly down the hall, not at all sure if his father had left for work yet. Reaching the bathroom he flicked the switch, blinking hard at the harsh white light. Standing to face himself in the mirror he grimaced at the dark bruises that adorned his neck. Hand prints. Anyone who looked at this would know what happened. And that's the last thing Kageyama wanted. 

Ducking down he opened the cabinet under the sink, his mom's old makeup bag hidden in the back, behind the surprisingly well stocked stack of toilet paper rolls. Tobio pulled it out, opening it and searching for the concealer he had used in the past. Well it it didn't exactly match his skin tone it would do until he had to buy one for himself. That being his mom's had almost run out. 

He applied it quickly, eyeing his handiwork in the mirror. It would do, you could only really see what was hidden underneath it if anyone stared at it hard enough. This one also didn't hold up amazingly with sweat, but a high neck jacket would do just fine paired with the concealer. So hopefully it was no issue. 

Unfolding the clothes he had prepared the night before, he quickly got dressed, wincing slightly as the fabric brushed over the sensitive skin on his neck, adding a few doubt to the ever growing pile. But it would be fine, after all, it always had been. So who's to say today would be any different. 

Quietly he walked down the stairs to the kitchen, deciding that the house was sufficiently quiet enough for him to determine that his father indeed was not home. Opening the fridge he looked inside seeing that to his dismay there was nothing readily eatable. After all his father hadn't required him to make dinner the other night as he went out with some buddies. And condiments weren't exactly going to make a great lunch. 

Kageyama took a deep breath trying to ignore the burning hunger in his stomach. He hadn't been eating much these days. His father didn't always allow him to partake in dinner and breakfast and lunch weren't always an option. So snacks from school were really all he had found to sustain him. But it was enough. 

Closing the fridge and making a quick trip back upstairs to put on the jacket, Kageyama grabbed his bag and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind him. He took in the scenery as he walked, the cool air refreshing him and making him feel just a bit more alive.