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[pridewon]

@soverina​​​ said:  peach has never been the sort of girlfriend who needed validation; she knew wakatoshi loved her. sometimes, there were just days where she wanted to hear it anyways; days where it felt like she may no longer be interesting enough. pretty. similar. right for him. they lived in two different worlds, going through different struggles. peach always tries her best to understand and relate to most of the challenges wakatoshi endures when it comes to volleyball or being an athlete, but she was never under any illusions that she was always the right person to go. perhaps that’s when this all started; it got progressively worse from there… she doesn’t particularly enjoy any physical activity that went beyond walking and will typically try and avoid getting up early on days off. sometimes, she just prefers being a homebody. and he — he has always accommodated for what she lacked in. he’s never complained, but she wonders how he felt about it. what if one day he woke up and decided that he needed to be with someone who could love the things that he loves, but as much — if not more? Peach loved that he was passionate about volleyball, but didn’t love the sport outside of him. she felt herself drowning from these incessant thoughts, especially after turning down his invitation of joining him for a jog ( her poor bike was kept by the entrance of their apartment, neglected for months ). by the time he had returned and continued with a round of push-ups, peach could no longer restrain herself from asking. “ why do you want to be with me, wakatoshi? ” she lay on the floor next to him, as to not disturb his workout. instead, she looks up at him; the hand that rest atop her stomach curls tightly. she could feel the tears stinging her eyes. “ I don’t think I deserve you… and I often worry you’ll one day realize that you want something different from what I can give you… ” she doesn’t know what exactly it was he wanted in a partner. “ I don’t want you to be bored of me or find someone else you have more in common with… but I’m being selfish, too. you deserve to be with someone who likes doing these things with you. who can understand your world better… like another athlete. I’ve been thinking a lot about it; I’m always turning down things you want to do, and you’ve never been upset with me for it… why do you tolerate me so much ? ” ah, crap… she promised herself she wasn’t going to shed any tears. “ I’m an awful girlfriend, right? you can be honest… i won’t be upset… ” she sniffles.

Wakatoshi has never been the kind of boyfriend who needs validation either. In the same breath? Wakatoshi may have a tendency to forget to give current partners the affirmations any partner has a right to expect from him. He was never a man of many words, and always a man of silence and actions, living by the principle that they speak louder than words. But, sometimes - sometimes, he needs the reminder to speak others’ language, too. 

Peach had declined his invitation to come for a jog with him, and Wakatoshi had made nothing of it - he knows she doesn’t particularly enjoy running, and he has a poor habit of running too fast (but offering still felt like the right thing to do). He had thought nothing of it, and held no resentment (why should he?), and had long moved on with his day when she broached the topic again and... made him pause his push-up routine halway throught. 

Why do you want to be with me, Wakatoshi?

... this feels like a trick question. Wakatoshi has never been good at trick questions, and so he blinks at her, perplexed that she should feel the need to ask. “Because I love you?” He offers as a tentative answer. Why else would anyone want to be with anyone? 

It’s a blindspot in the shape of a veil before his eyes that she tears down on his behalf. Perplexity knits his brow together, before clearing up to make way to surprise and bafflement (not that the difference is too marked on his features, but - she knows him well enough to tell the minute details of difference). Tears come to her eyes, and a needle of panic pricks at his own chest. He is not one for hindsight or mulling things over, but in this instant, he flips through the pages of every recent memory of their interactions over the past two days. What may he have said or done that would warrant such an onslaught of self-doubt?

He abandons his push-ups and sits cross-legged on the floor of the apartment, attentive olive eyes clouded with puzzled concern. “But you are upset.” He observes, unhelpfully. The Schweiden Adlers’ hitter mulls over some more. There is no reason for her to be upset. But convincing someone that there is no reason for them to be upset? Is a difficult exercise. Surely, it should be something he should be able to do at least with her... 

... perhaps she is not the only one who should harbour feeling of inadequacy.

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I understand what you mean.” He resumes. “I don’t want anything different from what you’re giving me. I don’t need anything different.” Has he ever done anything that would lead her to believe otherwise? Peach knows him, and he knows her -- he knows she doesn’t particularly enjoy running, that volleyball is no passion of hers, that she prefers to be curled up on the couch with a hot drink and a film than out running a marathon or riding a bike. He knew all those things before they really crossed that fine line between friends and dating, and it had never occurred to him than any of this could be interpreted as a problem. 

???

Wakatoshi pauses to consider, and after a brief glance towards her, reaches out to take her hand in his (he always feels a little awkward, poor man with no comfort skills to speak of, but he tries). “I don’t know why you’re worrying about those things, but I know that I love you for you. You don’t need to be anything or anyone different.” Another pause. Helpfully (distantly, Tendou smothers a snort), he adds: “If I need another athlete to run with, I have a team.” Therefore, Peach doesn’t need to turn into a marathonian.