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                   ❝ oh? what’s this? missed me so much Tsukki that you moved beside me?~ ❞

call it a moment of being a happy surprise considering he’d already long since graduated from high school, and having a chance to tease the other once more. now two years later, in his semi-last year he sees the snarky little Middle Blocker from Karasuno here. smirk on his face, and holding onto the item that had grabbed his attention seconds before looking up he takes to moving, and holding it out towards the blonde. the blonde is someone that was entertaining, and while he was snarky towards most people that didn’t stop the former Nekoma captain from not considering the other a friend.

he’d expected a reaction the moment that he’d begun shaking the other, but what ended up happening with his feet being stepped on? nahh that wasn’t even a part of the plan, nor his ending conclusion to it either. it’s a small hiss of pain that passes through his half parted lips, but at the end of it he knew that maybe he deserved it just a bit. not a cringe, or a faint twinge of pain on his face he’d taken to glancing down at Yaku with a smug expression.. him a nightmare? perhaps, but that was something that he would enjoy all the more after catching the other sleeping like that so suddenly. would he end up doing something about it penalty wise? no, not really.

it’s a given that lately their practices had picked up to the point that it’s even knocked the third year on his ass after getting home. at one point he’d almost felt like he’d fall asleep on his feet, but thankfully he hadn’t. brow arched upwards as he’s being stared up the smug look never leaves him, but he was far from angry as well. it was beyond funny to see the libero even do that considering he was stern towards things, but  it happens. the second that Yaku ends up trying to explain things, and offered up cleaning the whole gym on his own is where he cuts it off, or at least plans to.

                   ❝ as much as I’d love to see you clean up the whole gym to make up for cat napping it’s not happening. ❞

while this is his teammate, and he as the captain should penalize the other, he’s also someone he considers a friend. captain logic throw off to the side he shakes his head ‘no’ to give the idea that something like that isn’t going to happen anytime soon either. if course that wouldn’t stop him from slightly picking on the libero. the whole time he’s talking there’s no malice, or anything hostile in his voice. rather he’s taken on a sly expression, and his words leaving him are nothing short of being sing-song like either, maybe just a little melodramatic as well just comedic purposes.

oh look it would besuch a shame to suddenly wake up that pudding haired friend of his, but beforethat becomes a temptation the taller of the two stops himself. sitting still asthe sway of the train lulls him into a half awake state of mind there’s somealertness that keeps him awake. fighting back a yawn himself he’s aware thattoday’s practise was by far the most brutal of them. head tilted back as theweight on his shoulder keeps him amused by far really, and for a moment healmost wants to pick up that idea of waking Kenma up. again faint fatigue holdshim back so that leaves only one choice. making sure that his yawn isn’t overlyloud, or obnoxious like most he’s fiddling with his phone to set up an alarm.

he’d wake up that was a given, Kenma on theother hand? it wasn’t likely, but it’s not like it would bother the third yearanytime soon. time set up he’s holding onto his phone tightly so that it doesn’tdrop, and with that he’s pressing his cheek against the top of the other’shead. like hell it’s cozy, but he’s tired, and Kenma was there so why not usehim as a pillow as well. amber eyes close, and soon before he knows it he’sdrifting off to sleep as well.. train rides were always perfect for mini catnaps after practise, and no one could change his mind anytime soon.

             as  the  curtains  open  kenma  whines  quite  loudly ,  much  like  a  grumpy  feline.  the  blanket  over  his  shoulder  quickly  draws  over  his  face ,  winching  at  the  bright  light  now  engulfing  the  entirety  of  his  room  (  while  unable  to  see ,  he  still  senses  kuroo’s  smug  grin.  )  “  you …  ”  once  his  vision  adjusts  he  glares ,  giving  the  most  annoyed  expression  he  can  manage ,  before  it  fades  at  the  mention  of  a  new video  game.  while  most  would  disapprove ,  that  strategy  of  bribing  did  wonders  with   kenma.  “  …. fine.  an  hour ,  you  better  keep  your  promise. ”  the  setter  shrugs ,  standing  as  he  stretches  from  hours  of  sitting.  though,  he  usually  kept  his  word.  they  wouldn’t  be  best  friends  if  he  hadn’t.

snort leaving him at the sight of Kenma even reacting like that he moves the curtains just a little so the light isn’t hitting the others eyes too much. it’s open just enough so that it’s a means of motivating the other to move, put down the damn game, and breath the fresh air. hearing the declaration of ‘you’ leaving the blonde he knows he’s got the other’s attention, and the smug look only increases tenfold. ignoring the annoyed expression on Kenma’s face he smirks the moment that he hears the confirmation that he’d go outside for at least an hour. ahh bribery it was…such a lovely thing sometimes. either way he’s always a few steps ahead, and regardless of anything he’d always aim to keep his promises, even if this one was a bribe.

Starter for @impishcat // accepting

     Even the most reliable people fall through sometimes. What with the constant practices and the difficult prep classes he’s been juggling all year. Today had been particularly strenuous, practice running late into the evening. Shibayama had gotten the chance to work with the team for the last block of time, and he’d be watching attentively from the side of the gym. His first mistake was sitting down. Of course he’d still pay close attention to his junior’s performance and give him pointers and whatnot when they were done. Mistake number two was putting his tracksuit jacket back on. It was so warm and comfortable. He could just drift off…

     He had no idea when or how exactly he fell asleep. He didn’t mean to either! One moment he was watching his teammates and the next, he was slumped onto his side, passed out on the floor. Somehow he appeared comfortable in the awkward position. Though that’s most likely just because he hadn’t slept right in a few days now. He isn’t snoring or anything, so maybe no one will notice. There’s always hope!

a moment of ‘Ahhh how the mighty have fallen’ though not in a literal sense. opportunities rarely presenting themselves so openly he doesn’t hide the smirk that’s begun to form the second that he sees the libero sleeping on the floor so peacefully. it would be a shame to ruin such a moment considering he understood just WHY he’d fallen asleep. it’s not the most ideal of moments. never the less it would be a COMPLETE SHAME to not take miniature advantage of this being so openly presented to him either. so as any other responsible person rather then walking over, and placing a blanket, or even waking up the other there’s a small chuckle leaving him the second he’s gotten close.

not to far from the both of them his bag is there, and after heading towards it he’s rummaging through it until he finds what he’d been looking for. smirk now on full display he’s uncapping the red marker, and attempting to let out his inner Picasso. cue a small little monocle here, and a set of whiskers on each cheek it takes him everything he’s got to not laugh, or add too much pressure as he makes the lines.

                   ❝ rise, and shine Yaku~ ❞

 Kuroo does in fact own a pair of cat toed looking crocs that he keeps in his Nekoma bag. they’re there all the time, minus when they’re going off to matches, or tournaments like the Nationals. that said he’s usually wearing them if he’s going to visit someone, or if he just feels like not wearing regular shoes at that time. bet your soul though that while he’s wearing them he’s gonna figure out how to bother someone. here, and there he’ll be either walking beside someone, or behind them, and say ‘fwop, fwop, fwop, fwop’ just to get on the person’s nerves. if the person he’s hanging out with at that time ends up picking up their pace to distance themselves, and save themselves from embarrassment he’ll start to move, and chant out those words quicker with each step he takes. there is no escape from him, and his kitty crocs.

            “ i’m  fine.  just  one  more level … ” did  he  need  fresh  air?  perhaps ,  a  little  more  light  in  his  room?  definitely.  he  was  starting  to  look  like  a  shut-in  with  the  lack  of  light  and  blanket  clinging  over  shoulders ,  slouched  over  and  staring  at  his  screen.  it  was  a  gorgeous  day  out,  but  alas ,  kenma  was  more  focused  on  slaughtering  the  monster  blocking  his  path.

                   ❝ oya? you said that three hours ago. ❞

define the word fine, because having walked into a dark room after speaking to the other hours ago, and seeing the soon to be hermit with a blanket on him looked less than fine. dismay present on his features, it takes a few seconds to walk towards the window with a grin, and opens the curtains without a single care before looking towards kenma. if you can’t beat them! bribe them! usually works.

“if I’m a gerbil, you gonna try and yiff me, furry?”

                   “nyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyanyaBATMAN!!!”

                   ❝ nahh man, no thanks I’m good. I’ll have to pass, you’d like it too much. ❞