kinda itchy

     mapo’s new blog drop bc now she has so many blogs :v

     kinrakkyo  –  kindaichi yuutarou  –  haikyuu!!      indefinite hiatus

     ignirae – multi-oc  – fandomless      semi-active

     dancesoft  –  hyoudou kiyoharu  –  ballroom e youkoso      semi-active

     invisibilitii  –  hagakure tooru  – boku no hero academia      active

     cellophaned  –  sero hanta – boku no hero academia      active

     kinrakkyo  --  kindaichi yuutarou  --  haikyuu!!      indefinite hiatus

     ignirae -- multi-oc  -- fandomless      semi-active

     dancesoft  --  hyoudou kiyoharu  --  ballroom e youkoso      semi-active

     invisibilitii  --  hagakure tooru  -- boku no hero academia      active

     cellophaned  --  sero hanta -- boku no hero academia      active

@kinrakkyo because mapo dared me!

it felt like ages since he graduated from high school, here he was at aoba johsai visiting his former kouhais during their volleyball practice but also because he wanted to see a certain person, kindaichi. after practice was over he told the male that he is going to wait for him at the entrance. standing there waiting for kindaichi to appear he starts to recall those times when he did all of this, being in a club, playing volleyball, hanging out with all of them and then bonding with kindaichi to the point they started dating not too long.

after spotting the taller male he starts walking towards him, god damn this guy, he seems to never stop growing, he felt kinda jealous not having the blessing of being that tall but he grow used to his size anyways. “took you long enough kindaichi. you shouldn’t keep your boyfriend waiting like that.” he teased, of course he wasn’t mad.

     from across the courtyard, yuutarou could very well feel his boyfriend’s presence at the school gate. practice had run long; there was more on the training regimen than usual, given the fact that their next match was coming up. he’d been pushing his teams to its limits lately, and while he was sure that his team hated it, he knew that everyone was willing to give what it takes to win. he approached his boyfriend, soaking in the cool breeze as his footsteps paced across the pavement. there was a residual flush across his face from the weariness of practice, and his affection for hajime. he couldn’t figure out why that man was so perfectly handsome.

‘ ——— a - ano, wait … ’

her eyes seemed to widen momentarily, the cogs of confusion & perhaps DISTRUST in her head finally rejoining harmoniously. their cooperation, as they turned together in sync, brought shimizu a hint of surprise. of RECOGNITION, even. 

despite the fact that only moments ago she had been suspicious of his ulterior motives, & thinking him to be just another boy who follows after her giddily, she does remember him. she doesn’t have the best memory, facial or name - wise, but something tells her that she’s seen him before. & at that time, that he hadn’t been as bothersome as she now deludes herself to believe now. so she stops in her steps, mouth slightly opened, & blinks as if to try recalling ; although she isn’t fully certain, she still states it like a fact,

‘ i know you. ’

     “ eh? ah... “  yuutarou’s frame tightened up, coming to a stiff half whilst  watching a new new light flood the girl’s eyes. her face was not one so easily forgettable, so he was immediately able to stick the label to her face; but supposing that, as a manager, she had to look at more faces than she could bear to remember, it was only a given that she would barely know his face. his fingers wrung the insides of his pockets as he tried not to dismiss her recognition, but warmth singed his cheeks as her seemingly more amicable gaze studied him. 

“If you’re not kinky, then what are the extra spiky hair for?!” It was a DEAD GIVEAWAY Yuutarou couldn’t escape it. “Don’t worry man, I saw in a magician show how they got out of handcuffs without the key! Wait… there!”

He violently tugged on the handcuff, enough to feel the metal dig in the soft part of his wrist… and the most he did was surely throw his friend off balance.

“… hmm… I’m sure they did it like that……. wait, I’m going to google the video, it really seemed easy.”

     “ spiky hair has nothing to do with kinkiness! “  he fiddled with the cuff with his free hand, trying to wrench himself free. masaomi’s rough tug, however, not only threw him to the ground, but wedged his finger between the opposite wrist and cuff. there was a loud yelp, and a very angry turnip head.