Nekoma05

The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

The Empress: What would your muse name their children?

Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?

The World: What has been your muse's greatest success?

The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse's life?

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble.

The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?

The Magician: What would your muse draw if given paper and markers?

The Emperor: Name a time your muse has broken the rules.

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change?

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?

The High Priestess: What is the smartest thing your muse has ever done?

Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?

The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?

The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they'd have to have..

The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

Justice: What's something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?

The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up.

The Devil: What was the worst relationship your muse has ever had?

@iwakan

“Kozume-kun, are you not that good at cleaning?” She looked up from where she was dusting the class. It was obvious that the short boy wasn’t used to the work.

“I don’t like it...” Kenma carefully hoists a chair up and positions it on the desk in front of it before pausing for an unnecessary amount of time. Sure, doing it quickly means it’ll be over sooner, but it also means his hands will get hurt... And if his hands hurt, then he has to practice with sore hands... Which makes it worse...

If he wants to play games at all later, he has to avoid this or the following practice...

Lev’s ATTENTION snaps, quick as a rubber band, and his eyes fly from the blood bubbling on the tip of his finger to Kenma’s face. “Oh, you have ONE? That’s SMART!”

He assumes Kenma wants him to hold out the BLEEDING FINGER, so he does, mouth quirking into a SHEEPISH smile. “I don’t know how I cut myself, honestly? But you were all prepared, so it’s okay!”

Kenma wraps the bandage around Lev’s finger and then inspects it. “Okay, it’s fine. You should be careful.” He crumples up the wrapping and shoves it in his pocket, where he’ll forget about it until he ends up putting his hand in his pocket again a couple of weeks from now.

“I THINK I CUT MYSELF,” Lev frowns at his fingers, flexing them forward then backwards. “Yup! Definitely cut myself.”

“A plaster, a plaster...”

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iwakan:

“I’m going home, Oikawa.” You can come too. Kenma will let him decide whether or not he wants to follow all the way to Tokyo.

“After coming all the way here? Ne, it’s sweet of you to say that a five-minute meeting is worth all of that yen!” Oikawa cooed. “I always knew maneki-chan really liked me!”

“I didn’t just come see you... I saw Shouyou too.” And Kageyama, but that wasn’t really intentional. He just happened to be there. Kenma considered it fortunate, though, because they could play volleyball together and leave him out of it.

@iwakan | starter call 

❝Hey Kenma…❞ It takes some effort to peel Dusty off of him, after which the Guardian almost immediately jumps out of her hands and trots off. He most likely is going towards the smell of the food she’d just been preparing for him, while she’d somewhat shamefully left her guest to fall asleep on her couch. This probably makes her a bad host, doesn’t it? ❝Earth to Kenma. It’s late, you know.❞

Kenma stares up at Kat for a while, slowly becoming conscious and remembering where he is and what he was doing. “Oh...” He had been playing with Dusty, he can’t remember when he ended up falling asleep.

“HECK YEAH!” Lev punches the air, pretty much BOUNCING on his heels with excitement. Although some might take him for a cat person, which is true, Lev is as much as a dog person as he is a cat one- and that goes for any ANIMAL, excluding spiders. “They’re probably REALLY cute! All cats are cute and swift but really DANGEROUS as well and gosh, they’re ADORABLE!”

Had this been a typical, high-school anime show, you would be able to see SPARKLES around Lev. He’s GUSHING. But that expression does a flip once Lev processes the mention of Kenma’s mother, mouth dropping in a little ‘o’ as he rattles off QUESTIONS.

“Oh, so you have the DOTING type of mom! What’s your mom like? Is she anything like my mom- you know, super proud parent and everything? Wait! Should I refer to her as Kozume-san? Does she prefer something DIFFERENT like you do? Is asking for snacks too much? What if I say MEAT? Meat isn’t a snack, is it? Maybe I should’t ask for anything- what will she do if I say ‘anything’s fine’?

“Doting...? Yeah...” That’s pretty accurate. Kenma’s mother would probably stop time itself for him, if she could. “I think she’s proud, but she doesn’t talk about it often... I don’t like it. Call her that or call her mom, she won’t mind.” He takes out his phone so he can send her a message, letting her know he’s bringing a friend over.

“Your body is WEIRD, Kenma-san!” 

Of course he’s BLUNT in telling the other that, eyes bright and smiling, half-way through the DOORWAY. Now, he’s not even paying attention to the console, Lev’s ONE-TRACK mind probably having already forgotten about it. The Russian boy doesn’t seem CONCERNED with remembering anything, it seems, when he waves off the next comment.

“I’ll  MEMORIZE it eventually! No biggie! Y’know, everyone should TAKE their time with learning new things. Haven’t you heard of that saying? I’ll get the hang of it soon, though, PROMISE!”

Lev taps his fingernails against the door of the frame, BECKONING the other to follow into the gym.

“Should we just do normal tosses, then? I can do normal tosses! ‘sides, the tournament is soon, right? I gotta get the BEST I possibly can, as soon as possible!”

Weird? What does that even mean... “Thanks, Lev...” He’ll just move on from the taller male’s statement. “We can start with it, but you should probably work on your whip spike...” As much as he hates to have to put extra effort into anything.

@iwakan  ❤︎’d for a starter

“Um, Kozume-kun we have to pass this paper back to the teacher when we’re done.” Umeko handed him a piece of paper, one of the standard what do you plan to do after graduation questionnaires. Ume didn’t care for such papers as she clearly had no idea what school or career would best suit her. Or if anything her parents did interested her enough to do it.

“Oh... Thank you...” Kenma takes the paper from his classmate and looks it over. What does he plan on doing after graduation... He supposes he can’t write sleeping, so he puts down something generic. 

Go to college or get a job.

@iwakan​  /  starter.

“ oh—– kenma-san! ” just the SETTER she had been looking for.  an important message in mind, with it— a gift just as grand. “ i hope that … now is not a bad time for you, is it? ” if her memory was  with her still— practice had only ended a short while ago.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[3:12 AM]: Are you awake … 

[3:13 AM]: I don’t want to be alone right now.

iwakan:

Oh no, he’s been found out. It’s Kai, though… so maybe he’ll keep Kenma’s whereabouts a secret. “No…” Yes.

Kai chuckled, gesturing to the seat next to him. “Even if you aren’t, you should come sit over here instead of the corner. It’s not as comfortable.” He’d been intending on finishing his homework during lunch since it meant that he could focus on other things back at home, but he didn’t mind giving his attention to his teammates instead. “What has Kuroo done now?”

A cat suit? Mario was constantly changing. The only power-ups he could remember from Mario were those red mushrooms that made Mario get bigger and those fire flowers that let Mario throw fireballs.

“I don’t think anyone does.” Oikawa certainly hated talking about his own feelings. It was hypocritical of him to tell Kenma this, but Oikawa had never been shy about being a hypocrite. “It’s important to explain how you feel to others so that they can understand and validate it. If you never voice it, how’re they supposed to even try?”