INTENSE FORCE !

                 PRIVATE + SELECTIVE roleplay blog for a HAIKYUU!! original character !

this blog is 18+ only. minors dni. written by gummy. they / them pronouns. 25. est time zone.

alice is a menace

@unblighted​ asked: "do ya wanna retire or nah? lemme knock ya up, babe" -atsumu (LMFAO BITCH YOU WERE CRYING ABT IT IN DMS EARLIER??)

his heart skips a beat at the notion, the slim possibility that he bounces around in her mind. unwilling, perhaps, but it’s the thought that counts. atsumu hides his smile by stuffing his face again, overlooking her barbed jab at him with ushiwaka and bokkun. he already knew that the former went to school with her, and the latter was meant to poke at his ego and deflate it. alice acted as if he didn’t know her inside and out, as if he hadn’t experienced first hand the venom she could poison him with. he’s upset her a number of times, atsumu remembers guiltily, more so near the end of their relationship where advancing his career cleaved their foundation, creating a wedge that only grew with every raincheck, cancelled date, and argument. but it would be different this time around, atsumu reassures himself, he was settled into his career and had a bright future ahead of him. his agent even suggested a relationship might benefit his public image! he had been dealt a good hand, all he had to do was make sure he didn’t fold. “there’s always gonna be another competition, always gonna be a next time, so don’t be so hard on yourself—” atsumu chides after finishing his onigiri, licking the leftover rice off his thumb “—if you’ve got some down time, why don’t you come watch a game? they’re better in person, and sometimes the camera misses out on some details, yanno? you could even bring your friends! i’ll pull some strings so you and your friends can meet the guys. i’m sure ushiwaka would like to reconnect with you, and bokkun is always more than happy to meet a new fan.”

atsumu is absolutely shameless with how quickly he aimed to gain some points with her, but he had a lot of time to make up for, and if sacrificing his colleagues was the way to get closer to her, he would do it. “and if you do happen to come, you get to see me play again. i swear i’ve gotten better! i’ll make my goal a reality, and it would mean a lot if you were there to see it.” 

sakusa  thinks  the  university  experience  is  glorified,  anyway.  he  simply  couldn’t  bring  himself  to  even  remotely  pretend  to  be  interested  in  anything  beyond  his  routine;  he’s  witnessed  his  roommate  stumble  home  in  a  state  beyond  himself  at  4am  too  many  a  time  (  when  he’d  stayed  up  a  little  too  late  cramming  for  another  test  and  their  paths  had  meticulously  crossed,  albeit  on  far  different  journeys  ).

he  wasn’t  really  all  that  interested  in  the  friends  aspect,  either  –  his  presence  there  was  based  solely  on  the  premise  of  getting  his  degree,  playing  collegiate  volleyball,  making  his  family  proud  (  or  getting  them  off  his  case,  he’s  not  too  sure  which  ),  to  then  pursue  the  sport  with  a  back–up  under  his  belt.  well,  even  if  he  was  interested,  it’s  not  like  he  was  what  one  would  exactly  call  approachable,  as  he’s  been  told  –  amiability  and  warmth  did  not  come  easy  to  him.

this  seemingly  didn’t  matter  to  alice,  though.  it  shouldn’t  have  been  a  surprise,  considering  their  ties  from  beforehand.  in  fact,  he  had  admired  the  care  and  effort  she  put  forth  for  her  team.  reluctant  to  ever  admit  it,  but  he  mirrored  her  appreciation  for  having  at  least  some  sense  of  familiarity  around;  albeit  that  doesn’t  mean  he’s  any  more  inclined  to  diverge  from  the  comfort  zone  he  had  so  intricately  crafted  for  himself  amidst  the  discomfort. 

if  it  were  anyone  else,  he  would’ve  had  no  problem  declining  yet  another  invitation  and  retreating  back  into  said  solace.  the  art  of  turning  down  offers  to  hang  out,  aside  from  the  few  sparse  outings  with  teammates,  was  one  perfectly  honed.  if  it  were  anyone  else,  he  wouldn’t  be  nestling  balled  fist  even  further  into  pockets,  the  domicile  housing  keys,  hand  sanitiser,  and  a  packet  of  travel  wipes.

the  gentle  pitter  of  rainfall  accompanies  the  senses,  the  regret  of  a  decision  only  increasing  in  each  water  droplet  that  lands  atop  mobile  canopy  —  but  he  can  almost  hear  komori  telling  him  that  he  needs  to  put  himself  out  there  more.  plus,  it’s  an  old  friend,  not  a  stranger.  to  say  he  minded  her  company  would  be  a  lie.  baby  steps. 

he  pulls  out  phone,  then,  to  the  number  saved  for  a  couple  years  now.  silently,  and  making  sure  he  doesn’t  run  into  anybody  as  he  does  so,  calloused  fingertips  tap  a  reply. 

sms  :  alice: [  delivered  ]  i  take  care  of  myself  fine.  you  don’t  need  to  worry. [  delivered  ]  on  my  way.  got  lost.

it  wasn’t  hard  to locate  waiting  companion  shortly  after,  sticking  out  like  a  sore  thumb  as  backpack  acts  a  futile  guard  against  the  weather.  well,  it’s  too  late  now,  he  thinks,  setting  one  foot  after  the  other  to  meet  her  halfway.

❝  you  should’ve  brought  an  umbrella,  alice–san.  ❞  was  probably  not  the best  greeting  in  the  world,  nor  the  most  enticing  way  of  announcing  arrival,  but  it’ll  do.  clutching  the  central  rod  a  little  tighter,  instinct  is  consequently  crushed  beneath  a  heel  as  he  ever—so—slightly  extends  it  outward.  ❝  take  it.  i  have  a  hood.  you’ll  catch  a  cold  otherwise.  ❞

spare  hand  leaves  pocket  to  pull  it  over  his  head,  downpour  now  hitting  the  black  fabric  previously  shielded,  he  shifts  his  weight  awkwardly  on  the  balls  of  his  feet.  ❝  please  tell  me  it  won’t  be  busy.  ❞

     the buzz of her phone is enough to have her scrabbling-- balancing her backpack atop her head with one arm whilst the other fishes the device out to check on who had been blowing it up. for a moment, she’s expecting it to be her coach confirming for tomorrow’s training session, but instead, it’s her ( newly-appointed ) favorite underclassman.       to those making their way past the young woman, they can easily see the surprise written on her face. though, the corresponding squeak of ‘ yes !!! yes !!!!!! ‘ is more than enough to convey alice’s excitement. but. but, but, but ! she’s not out of the woods yet, he could always just... get up and leave whenever. or change his mind. the realization is enough to have her shoulders slouching, the physical embodiment of a deflating balloon.      and people thought that bokuto-kun was bad. despite being half the ace’s size, her personality was just as large.      mister ‘ TALL DARK AND BROODING ‘ sticks out like a sore thumb himself, her feet shifting ( rather gracefully ) so that she’s facing him. in her typical alice fashion, she greets sakusa with a cheerful smile paired with a small hop to totally right herself towards him. the mention of not having an umbrella causes the smaller’s cheeks to burn, eyes downcast to her shoes.