SCHEMING!!

@schemingblocker

         asahi doesn’t know he fits time in for everything. he’s two months into the nursing program at the university, and he refused to give up his spot on the volleyball team. he temporarily gave it up once   —   the year he had off between high school and attending university. the gentle giant was quick to learn it’s a part of him that he simply cannot part with.

            the click of a door being shut lulls him from his unintentional slumber. a yelp escapes his lips as he drops the heavy textbook from his hand onto his face. his torso lifts from the mattress, an attempt to get the heavily inked pages off his face, only to find out at the last second … he fell asleep too close to the edge. 

            there’s a thud as his body crumbles on the ground. running on two hours of sleep a night for the last three nights have caused him to become rather clumsy off the court, much to his dismay. 

            chocolate hues look up, finding his ( to him ) upside-down roommate.     ❛   kuroo-kun, your class is over already ?   ❜

Lady luck is ever on Kuroo’s side, it seems. With the keys to his dorm room in one hand a steaming cup of coffee in the other ( the sides of the Styrofoam containing it still hot to the touch ), the unforeseen cacophony which assaulted him the moment the door opened startled him far more than he would ever prefer to admit — that he manages not to upset the burning liquid all over himself is nothing short of miraculous.

“What?” His hazel eyes are still wide from the disturbance to his previously quiet day, and a beat passes before Asahi’s words appear to have registered. “Yeah, it’s over. Been over. I tried to call you to find out if you wanted me to get you anything, but I guess you were otherwise occupied.” An eyebrow quirks upwards.

Tossing his keyring atop his desk, Kuroo leans down just enough to grip Asahi’s hand in his own. “I get that you’re ‘ volleyball Jesus ’ or whatever, but GOD sleeps, too, y’know.” The difficult aspect of university? Treading the tenuous line between hard worker and zombie.

i swear i’m not dead!!!!

“So, you promise that you not gonna laugh at me, yeah?” The inquiry was posited as Kuroo tied the last set of laces on his pair of rented ice skates, the the toes scuffed with the wear of previous amateurs who had come before. Upon learning that he had yet to set foot in an ice rink, Minami had suggested that their next workout be followed by just such a trip ( a notion which he found simultaneously intriguing and concerning ). While he was dubious that Minami was the sort of person to mock beginners, that hardly exempted the blond from an ill-placed chuckle at his expense should he fall flat on his face — eating ice, as it were. Kuroo had become prey to it himself, particularly when attempting to coach Lev and watching the newest member of the Nekoma team receive multiple volleyballs to the back of the head. 

“What sort of teacher would I be if I couldn’t talk to my students like friends? Besides, I’m only a few years older than you”- though few could be subjective to whichever student he asked. Hand pressed against his cheek, he makes his disinterest in the other known… even if it won’t ward him off anyways.

Though he isn’t in such a place to judge his new companion’s appearance beside him, curiosity can’t help but strike the man as he wonders about the bakaneko. “If the two of them were here as well I’d have been gone the second you turned back ‘round.” An exaggeration, but what’s one to say when you’re interrupted from one of those moods by your student?  

“Seriously though. Why don’t you use my office hours? So keen to question me here, hm?” Though given their current setting, he sincerely doubts he’s about to get interrogated on Avicenna right now. Asking what he’d be doing here… well, would it be so inconvenient to either of them to tell his actual purposes? His student is awfully perceptive as it is, so he doubts Kuroo would say anything about that so upfront. “So keen to spend time with your beloved teacher.~”

“Huh — I guess that’s true.” Habitually, Kuroo views his professors as somewhat devoid of age; it’s simpler to follow such a line of thinking in regards to interactions. The comment stymies him, however, and a moment is passed scrutinizing Hifumi, as though viewing the other man as a person separate from chosen occupation. It’s amusing that as soon as he observes Hifumi with any degree of severity, he’s, perhaps, being tuned out.

Kuroo’s lips curving slightly upwards, his tracing fingers turn to drumming against the side of his glass before replying, “I get it. But I don’t need to trail around with a bunch of people to back me up, so you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m not gonna sic ‘em on you.” A grin remains even as he takes another drink of his beer. He could have acted in a more professional fashion, yet surveying Hifumi in a non-academic setting is rather too interesting to pass on.