chase the sun

independent multimuse ft sports anime muses. written by sam.

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“Hm. I’m not sure they do, but I appreciate the sentiment.” A statement that would have been more convincing, had he at least tried to veer from his usual monotone intonation. Composure and stoicism often mistaken for indifference; fortunately, the girls’ team’s resident ace does not seem to mind or even take notice. Once she passes the door, he lets it close gently behind them with a slight nod: “I am. Let us get going, then.” No word or step wasted, as is customary. Ushijima Wakatoshi is a man of few words and few actions; efficiency at his core, at the risk of passing off for blunt and curt.

There is something almost comical to the scene, Yamada’s bubbliness bouncing off of him , while his own less than amicable demeanour does not seem to faze her in the slightest. “I hear the girls’ team has been performing well in this year’s competitions.” He comments flatly, as they walk down the long alleys making up the gigantic maze that is Shiratorizawa. “You have been playing as a regular, haven’t you? Despite being a first year.” An impressive accomplishment, especially at Shiratorizawa.

          a smug yet playful grin finds its way to her face. “ha, of course we’re doing well, senpai! have you seen the height of our blockers? and of course there’s me too!” although she’s taller than the average girl, it isn’t her height that makes her an intimidating player on the court - it’s the height she can jump to and the power behind her spikes.

          maybe the magazines will give her a nickname soon. 

“Nah, only just about… twenty minutes.” He jests, insufferable gremlin never passing on a chance to poke fun at others, especially at their own expense. It most certainly has not been twenty minutes - five, at most - but the light blush on her cheeks and unrepressed startle, are enough to stretch his lips into an amused grin. 

Still, he is not a cruel monster - the poor girl hasn’t been here long, best not to scare her off. Now that Nekoma finally has a female manage, he knows Yamamoto would never forgive him.

“I’m kiddin’. Don’t worry, you’re totally fine. Thanks for the help though - all those ruffians ran off as soon as practice was over.” Ayayaye, talk about team spirit, he sighs, while picking up the balls lying around one by one and tossing them into a basket. “How’s it goin’ for you, Mizutani-san? Looks like we haven’t scared you off yet; have the boys been behaving around you?”

          the sheer panic that crosses her face when he says twenty minutes is surely enough to satisfy any prankster. thankfully the captain isn’t that cruel and quickly reassures her. still, she’s on her feet in no time, joining him in collecting the balls strewn across the gym floor.

          “yeah, they have - a little too much, i think? that second year with the mohawk... yamamoto, is it? he’s a little too polite to me.” satomi can’t help the little laugh that escapes her, recalling an interaction before practice where the boy held the door open for her and repeatedly bowed at her. “i think he might be nervous because i’m a girl, he’s not like that with the others.”

@pridewon​ asked:

door . hold a door open for my muse . (from ushijima to chika!)

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 // accepting

          the aces are almost complete opposites, with their only similarity seemingly their competitive nature and skill for volleyball. yet, chika looks up to ushijima as if he’s a pro in a league team. no one can fault her for admiring him so — he is on the japan youth team.

@pridewon​ asked:

tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . (from kuroo to satomi!)

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 // accepting

          the act takes her by surprise — a large hand messing up the long hair tied in pigtails. blinking, she looks up at the captain, a hint of pink on her cheeks because she isn’t entirely sure why he did that. 

          then it clicks into place that practice ended some time ago and she’s been staring at her shoes, lost in her own little world. 

          satomi jumps to her feet and dips her head. “s-sorry, i’ll help clear up!” she sets the clipboard down and rolls up her sleeves. in truth, she’s still not used to managing a team, or much of life in tokyo, for that matter. they’ve done nothing but make her feel welcome and yet she fails to not shy away and remain silent in group situations. 

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     there were a lot of days and nights spent praying that this would actually happen. but now that is has, tetsurou isn’t sure how to proceed. in spite of his looks and attitude, he has little confidence in his prowess with girls that he’d better spend indulging in his passions. the confession makes him freeze, the tips of his fingers burning with anxiety as he stared at her, and she stared at the ground. 

     “ it’s not something that you have to sound so … sad about. “  he starts, brows furrowing. rising from his chair, he approaches satomi slowly, as though she would shatter into a million pieces if he broke pace. reaching out, he grabs her shoulders and pulls her into his arms, enveloping her in a warmth that he never knew that he could offer. it feels different. strange. but it’s good, and it feels right. 

     “ i fell for you, too. it was … before we started this, and i couldn’t bring it up. i was too happy with pretending to date you because i couldn’t tell if you felt the same way. “

          she wasn’t sad about her feelings for him, she was sad over the idea that her confession would push him away, that their friendship would be ruined. he had been there for her from the start, looking out for her whenever the size of the school or tokyo freaked her out. he was her comfort and solace.

          when he pulled her into his arms, her eyes widened, blush deepening on her cheeks. her fingers curled into his shirt as she nestled her head against his shoulder. he liked her too... 

     even kenma had left him behind for the day. tetsurou surmises that it has something to do with how actively nervous their manager as been, and it’s easy to tell that it most definitely is his problem. he closes the folder of logs when she addresses him, not knowing what to expect. it feels like it’s been a while since she’d had anything this serious to say. 

     if the happy little world that he’d built around their situation had a time to crash and burn, he really wished it wouldn’t be now. 

     his stomach sinks, and he falters to come up with words that can appease the both of them — especially when they aren’t sure of each other’s feelings.

     “ i’m content, though. “  he states, nerves touching the edges of his words.  “ this isn’t really out of my way, but if it’s something that you’re not comfortable with, then we don’t have to keep it up. what’s on your mind? “

          satomi wasn’t sure how to say it. she’d never confessed her feelings to anyone before. well, that was because she’d never had feelings for anyone before. she’d never intended to have a high school romance. when she moved to tokyo, she wasn’t confident that she would even have friends.

          she glanced up at him and swallowed the lump that grew in her throat. “i’m not uncomfortable with it,” she said, voice still just a murmur. “it’s just, um... well, when we started this, i didn’t expect to fall for you...”