//:( PLUGGED OUT.

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

"Am I dead?"

"Another one?"

"And what if I don’t?"

"Are you afraid of God?"

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you lost?"

"Are you really that shallow?"

"Are you sure it’s okay?"

"Are you sure there were no survivors?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Can we go now?"

"Can we not fight tonight?"

"Can’t or won’t?"

"Do you even care about how I feel?"

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

"Do you have any idea what you just did?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"How could you do this?"

"How did you escape?"

"How long has it been since you last slept?"

"How long have you been there?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?"

"Just go, alright?"

"Mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"Really?"

"Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?"

"That’s the best you could come up with?"

"Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Was I the only one who thought that?"

"Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?"

"What are you?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What do I have to say to make you understand?"

"What do you keep writing in that notebook?"

"What do you want with me?"

"What happened?"

"What if you stayed this time?"

"What if… what if I don’t want to be free?"

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Where did you go?"

"Where did you last see it?"

"Where’s the rest of the body?"

"Who are you?"

"Who did this to you?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?"

"Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"Why do you have to make everything about you?"

"Why does it always have to be alcohol?"

"Why don’t you come over here and prove it?"

"Why is the truth so important to you?"

"Why should I help you?"

"Wouldn’t that be nice?"

"You don’t remember me?"

"You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?"

          Indeed, it would be wiser to ask some other person but—

                              “Well…” Gaze flickered to stare at the floor, appendages curling into his palm. “Kageyama can’t help—-” He’s just as stupid. “And the third years are busy with their exam preparation…”

          As much as he hated admitting it, Tsukishima was his last hope. His only way out of this hell. Yet hope seemed not to care whether the so called `shrimp` would pass said exams or not. Nonetheless, a breath was exhaled before body bent forward, mandarin tresses draping over his features; Hinata Shouyou was not going to give in, even if that meant bowing to the person he least liked.

     Still, he listens quietly to his reasoning, unable to pick a single fault because it's true, he is utterly hopeless without the bespectacled boy's assistance. At least Hinata is aware of that; Kei almost smirks.

     From the tops of his peripherals he can spot a frantic Yamaguchi signalling him for lunch, and a sigh follows. The middle blocker pushes his chair out using the backs of his legs as he moves to stand, his gaze drifting down at the much shorter boy, pinning him where he stands with a look that warns the other to listen closely.

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          he continues to linger about the court, collecting balls and occasionally tossing them into the cart from long distances and flashing smiles to himself when it scored right in. there were only a few glances that reached back to tsukki, who, if he could say, looked a bit dazed today then he had ever come to see him be. had he been feeling off? it was already unusually to take in the fact that the other had fallen asleep, curled up like a child with a ball tugged under his chin — he could tell even the sight of kuroo having to see him in such a way was off putting for him, knowingly because he had been flustered the moment kuroo had shaken him away.

           the squeaks of the other male’s sneakers perk his attention, eyes drifting back to him while he simultaneously tosses another ball back into the cart infront of him. tetsurou watches with curious lit, amber hues as tsukki takes possession of one of the balls lying around, though if anything, he notices the instant lack of concentration.  

                 & so, he tosses, yet inevitably, misses.                 abruptly, tetsurou chortles on the second                          that the other warns him not to.

         muffling his snickers with false coughing, he wrinkles his nose and looks to the side; doing a terrible job of hiding his smile. 

        Bony knuckles elevate to gently rub away at the corner of his tired eyes in a last, futile attempt to wake himself up. Tsukishima doesn't enjoy working at half capacity, he's more susceptible to foolish mistakes he'd rather not make in front of his senior. He's pissed off with himself for being so careless, but he can hardly do a thing about it now.

        In a single, fluid motion he leans down and swipes the stray ball up, this time walking to the bin where the balls are kept -- he's smart enough not to take a gamble and throw it again, on the off chance he misses twice he thinks he'd have to just up and leave. Kei drops the ball in with the rest, his hands then moving to the corner, ignoring the other's pure glee at his prior failure. Instead, he sighs deeply, before changing the subject entirely.

Meaning that if my character angers your muse, it’s okay that yours reacts violently, especially if that is the nature of your character.

          Snide remarks were present and even though he had expected such, he couldn’t help but feel anger bubbling within himself. But alas, as much as he wanted to get back at the blond, he’d make sure to bite down his tongue, allowing his quivering frame to relax. The word hate was not strong enough to express the exact way he felt whenever the other would throw one of his numerous insults at him. Yet there he was— whitey pearls biting down the plumpy flesh of his lower lip before breathing out a shaky sigh. Arguing was not needed; At least not now. That would end up causing unnecessary troubles.

          And once again he repeated-

                              “I need your help !” He made sure to empathise the very last word, determination finally pouring into himself;

  ‘ You are aware that this is the college preparatory class, right? Of course I'm smart. ’ 

As much as it pains Tsukishima to admit it, Hinata is a very smart player(even if he refuses to vocalize it, it doesn't make it any less true), but his lack of observational skills and common sense make half their interactions feel like he may as well be talking to a deflated volleyball. A click of his tongue succeeds, his gaze moving back down to the notes laid out in front of him.

   ‘ ...Why would I help you? Wouldn't it be wiser to just ask somebody else. ’ 

             “Are you trying to                be funny?”

     ‘ Me? Not at all. I humbly apologise. ’