Fracturing Sanity

Kageyama's feet seemed to move of their own accord, carrying him away from the psychiatrist's office and Oikawa's concerned gaze. He didn't want to go back to that place, didn't want to dig deeper into the recesses of his mind. The thought of facing those demons again made his skin crawl. "Kageyama, wait!" Oikawa called out, jogging to catch up to him. "We can't just give up now. The psychiatrist is trying to help you." Kageyama's jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. "I don't need help," he muttered, his voice barely audible. Oikawa's expression turned worried. "Kageyama, you're not thinking clearly. You're scaring me." Kageyama's stride lengthened, his long legs eating up the distance. Oikawa had to quicken his pace to keep up, his eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of danger. As they walked, the city seemed to grow darker, the shadows deepening into menacing silhouettes. Kageyama's paranoia was growing, fueled by the strange visions and voices that plagued him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, that unblinking eyes were trained on him from the shadows. Suddenly, Kageyama darted to the side, his eyes fixed on something Oikawa couldn't see. "There!" he hissed, his finger pointing to a narrow alleyway between two buildings. Oikawa followed his gaze, but there was no one there. Just a dumpster, a few scattered trash bags, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlight. "Kageyama, there's no one there," Oikawa said, his voice calm and soothing. But Kageyama was beyond reason. He took a step into the alleyway, his eyes scanning the shadows. "I saw someone," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Oikawa's heart sank. He knew he had to get Kageyama back to the psychiatrist, but his partner was becoming increasingly uncooperative. As he watched, Kageyama took another step into the alleyway, his eyes fixed on some invisible threat. "Oikawa, help me," Kageyama whispered, his voice barely audible. But Oikawa was torn. Part of him wanted to reach out, to pull Kageyama back from the edge of sanity. But another part of him was scared, scared of what Kageyama might do if he lost his grip on reality altogether. As he hesitated, Kageyama's eyes locked on his, a flicker of desperation dancing in their depths. For a moment, Oikawa saw a glimmer of the man he used to know, the man he loved. And then, just as quickly, it was gone. Kageyama's eyes hardened, his jaw clenched in determination. "I don't want to see the psychiatrist again," he said, his voice firm. Oikawa's heart sank. He knew he had to convince Kageyama to seek help, but his partner's mind was made up. "Kageyama, please," he said, his voice soft. "You're not thinking clearly. You're scaring me." But Kageyama just shook his head, his eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and defiance. "I'm fine," he lied, his voice cold. "I just need to get out of here." As Oikawa watched, Kageyama turned and walked away, leaving him to wonder if he'd ever be able to reach his partner again.