Fractured Reality

Kageyama's smile faltered for a moment as he hugged Oikawa back, his mind reeling with the weight of their confession. He had never felt so happy, so carefree, and yet, a tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered that something was off. At first, it was just a nagging sense of unease, a feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on. But as the days passed, the sensation grew, until he started to notice things that couldn't be explained. It began with small things. A faint humming noise in his ear when no one was around, a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye that disappeared when he turned to look. Oikawa seemed to sense that something was wrong, but whenever Kageyama tried to bring it up, he couldn't find the words. The confession they had shared felt like a fragile thing, and he was afraid that if he mentioned his strange feelings, it would shatter the happiness they had just found. As they pulled back from their hug, Oikawa's eyes searched Kageyama's face, his expression soft with concern. "Hey, is everything okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. Kageyama forced a smile, trying to reassure him. "Yeah, everything's fine," he lied, his heart racing with a mix of fear and uncertainty. But it wasn't fine. The strange occurrences were growing more frequent, more intense. Kageyama started to see things out of the corner of his eye - shadowy figures that darted away when he turned to look, strange symbols etched into the walls that seemed to pulse with a faint, otherworldly glow. He tried to tell himself it was just his imagination, that he was stressed or overtired. But deep down, he knew that something was wrong. And he was afraid that if he let Oikawa in, if he told him the truth, he would lose him. As they walked out of the room, hand in hand, Kageyama couldn't shake the feeling that he was living in a dream, a dream that was slowly unraveling. He glanced over at Oikawa, his heart aching with love and fear. What was happening to him? And how could he keep it from the person he loved most? The city outside seemed to blur and distort, like a painting smeared by a wet brush. Kageyama's eyes scanned the crowded streets, his mind racing with questions. What was real? What was just his imagination? And what was happening to him? Oikawa's hand tightened around his, a gentle squeeze that brought him back to reality. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. Kageyama shook his head, his eyes locking onto Oikawa's. "Nothing," he lied, his heart heavy with secrets. But as they walked on, Kageyama couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding from the truth - and from the person he loved most.