lion ☆

meme | accepting!

♢ = reading them a story .

Lev stares at the blank paged book before him. Sorey doesn’t need to know that he is planning to make up the tale as he goes. Written stories are boring, anyway! Lev is perfectly aware that his is much better.

Today, Lev thinks, is the best day ever. He’s practically skipping up the stairs to the third year hallway, humming loudly to himself. Not only did he do spectacularly with receive practice at home, but he also got an A on his history exam. Morisuke Yaku, of course, had to be the first to know. Upon finding the door to class 3-5, Lev slams it open, causing a bit of a ruckus and turning heads. He spots the familiar libero and grins widely.

A sick Yaku meant many things. Someone else has to be in charge of refilling the water bottles. Shibayama will have to be the team’s libero for the day. Lastly, someone will have to run receive drills with Lev. Who better, really, than the team captain? Spiking drills are Lev’s favorite. Aside from spiking itself, nothing is more satisfying than receiving a good spike, even if he’s not that stellar at it. Despite his fondness for the drill, Lev finds himself distracted by the thought that his mother will be making oinarisan tonight, and instead receives the ball with his face, causing him to fall backwards. It doesn’t take long for him to come to. He tries to stand but finds the room is spinning, so he elects to stay sitting. Regardless, Lev is positively beaming at Kuroo.

Ah, yes. Cooking duty. Whoever is trusting Lev Haiba to cooking duty during this training camp is making a mistake.The middle blocker looks down at the rice cooker before him, tilting his head to the side. He looks behind him, noting that there was one member of each team attending the camp in the kitchen. The only one Lev recognizes, however, is the freckled fellow in the back.

Training camps, Lev figures, are the most fun part of volleyball, official matches aside. There are lots of people to meet, as well as lots of people to work with. Lev certainly had a lot of fun playing with Karasuno’s Hinata and that taller guy.. What was his name? Tsukki? He’ll have to ask before they leave.

The middle blocker’s thoughts are interrupted by something bumping into his front. Lev looks down, only to spot a remarkably tiny, nervous looking girl. He stares at her, tilting his head just so.

Sunny, with clear skies. That was what the forecast for today had said. Lev recalls this as he stares bleakly out the gym doors at the downpour outside, groaning to himself. It was perfectly sunny when practice had ended. Lev could have gotten home completely dry if he wasn’t on cleaning duty. Though, of course, he isn’t the only one affected in this case.

Lev has always been a curious little man. Well, maybe not little. For certain, however, he is curious. Today, he finds himself taking down the last volleyball net in the Nekoma gym, casting glances to Kenma every so often, who is his partner in cleaning the gym up for today. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he sees something... Something small and black, coming in from the cold and moving to the locker rooms, too swift for the middle blocker to properly distinguish. Lev looks between the locker room and Kenma a few times before electing to trot up to them. “Kenma-san!”

Trips to Miyagi for Lev Haiba generally meant staying in his aunt’s home and watching over his younger cousins... On occasion, however, one of his friends from Karasuno (read as: probably Hinata) would invite him for a spiking session. Today was one of those days. Lev finds himself walking home from Karasuno, shoes in hand and a spring in his step. He had been walking for an hour, however. His sense of direction anywhere but at home was never really any good. As of right now, he is trying to text his aunt to see if she would be willing to come pick him up. A bicyclist shoots right past him, startling him and causing him to throw his shoes up into the air. He can only watch helplessly as they land on a rather high branch on a nearby tree. That is, of course, until he spots a nearby jogger. One Wakatoshi Ushijima. Lev doesn’t recognize him, really, but he feels like he does, at least from somewhere. Maybe he’s a TV star?