* STRONGEST / DECOY !

               ❛    KINDA  WILD  ABOUT  YOUR  FRIEND ,   EH ?    ❜      a  growthspurt  of  two  inches  ain’t  nearly  enough  to  deter  bokuto  from  resting  his  elbow  on  hinata’s  head ,   chin  jutting  in  gesture  to  the  tanakas .    ❛    he’s  way  too  bald  to  be  married  to  that  straight  ten !    ❜

@shortspike·     /      ♡ .

❛    i’ll  need  some  evidence  to  back  up  that  claim,    shōyo.    ❜

❛    ah,    really  ?    ❜      pause,    as  if  thoughtful.      ❛    hm  …    since  when  ?    ❜

a  single  finger  pressed  up  to  rosy  lips.    a  smile.      ❛    it’s  a  secret.    ❜

he  pauses  for  a  moment,   as  if  he’s   actually   giving  some  thought  to  the  idea.        “     no,    i  don’t  think  i  will.      must  get  cold  down  there,   after  all.    brrr !     “

          “    ne,   ne,    iwa  - chan,     did  you  hear  something  ?    the  gym  must  be  awfully  drafty  today  ~   !    “

@shortspike    a  gift  unto  u  xo

IT’S THE “SENSEI” THAT GETS HIM. pierced right through the heart, unequivocally and sore. asahi decides within milliseconds that he will without a doubt, barring zero hesitation, absolutely die for this boy. ( it’s not the first time he’s had this particular thought, to put things into perspective — and he’s sure the sentiment is shared in spades. )

“—  like me?” HE HAS TO THINK ABOUT IT. and he thinks really hard; exaggeratedly so. rocking on one foot, scratching his chin, giving it his best and silkiest ho-hum. “i do think you have it in you to be the ace. and i’m sorry to say this, but … you’ll never play like i do.” when asahi’s hand planks down on hinata’s head it’s appropriately centered, fingers mussing up the choppy tufts of hair while he wiggles him side to side.

“because you’re already really good at playing like you. you’ll be your own ace with your own style. i’ll practice with you anytime, but you have to promise me that you’re gonna play like our hinata.”

   his gaze was unmoving : fixated upon his senpai, a fire within ... among the butterflies that fluttered within his stomach. of course ! he didn’t even have to say it, it was clear that he looked up to asahi ! and like a baby bird looking to a soaring crow, his expression had awe-inspired written all over it.

he nods his head furiously, anxiously awaiting an answer ... and he can’t help but bounce in place just a bit. initially, he feels a wide grin tug at his lips ‘ you have it in you — ’    ( the best words that he could ever hope for ), but disappointment settles in its place when hit with honesty.  

‘ b - but ... ! ’ he begins, a mumble of words before a hand plops upon his head, ‘ OHHHH ! ’ suddenly, excitement takes control of him ! his hands clenched at his sides as a happy grin manages, ‘ you’re right !   ——  i’ll definitely be the ace ! ’  he’d jump in place, higher and higher with each spring.   

   he’s almost unable to contain his joy ... a certain type of excitement that boils within him, and he’d squeeze down like a slinky before popping out  —- jumping several feet into the air, and waving his arms.  

   and he’s already screaming, his expression reading both happiness and excitement as he sprints towards the blonde. there’s a bounce in his step, an abrupt stop as he stands directly in front of the stranger ... his gaze unable to focus on just one part of his outfit.  

   it’s bothering him ; and it’s bothering him a lot more than it should be, at that. thus, his expression is stern ... back straight as he’d attempt to compete with lev’s height, his eyes fueling a fire within them before pointing a finger at the other’s face.