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recognizing his teammate, shoichi GREETS him with a friendly smile, (a little surprised he remembered his name, but happy nonetheless.)
“ah, yeah! i’ve seen you around a few times in class, w-we’re also on the same team, ooiji-san.”
‘ aah, are we? you must be on the part of the first years who play. . . ‘ though, he’s trying to render up his happiest of smiles, the boy looks exhausted. ‘ i think. . . i sit next to you, right? you’re one spot ahead of me, test ranking, wise. . . ‘
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Making bad chemistry jokes because all the good ones Argon
Kuroo (via hqincorrectquotes)
me: i love iwaizumi so much friend: bless his bara arms me: i love my bara prince.
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“ I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. ” -pablo neruda
tamara chatelain ooiji yuuya penned by cloud penned by nole
he drops his hand, lets it fall into his lap. there’s hurt in his eyes, though it lasts only perhaps a second or two before he’s hidden it away behind a soft smile. he should’ve known better than to assume he’d be able to hide his fear from someone who knew him so well.
❝ i’m not afraid of you. ❞ he corrects, folds his hands in his lap to keep them from shaking. ❝ afraid of you and afraid for you are two entirely different things. ❞
he sighs softly, hesitant to reach for him now that he’s been rejected. his throat feels suspiciously tight, but he refuses to cry; at least, not in front of yuuya.
❝ it’s alright. will you let me clean them for you? i don’t want them to get infected. ❞
a shaken hand wipes away soaked cheeks and rubs at sore eyes. he can’t help but scrunch up his nose before reaching a hand out to him. he missed the warmth that tam’s hand provided in such hard moments and he wanted nothing less than to hold onto it. ‘ o - okay. ‘ his voice shook as he spoke, collapsed beneath him and stole away his last stable suit. he’d felt like he was falling, falling down a never ending hole and that he wasn’t going to make it back to where he was before. the feeling made his stomach turn and he hated it. ‘ will you hold my hand again. . ? ‘
he’s silent, hand left hanging where it’d been abandoned moments before. rather than anger, fear pulses through him, toxic and heavy in his veins. he slides off the couch to sit at his friends feet, twisting his torso so that he’s facing him properly. he’s careful when he reaches upward, gently pulling his hands away from his face to prevent any further harm.
❝ i’m not mad. ❞ it comes out as whisper, gentle and reassuring. ❝ i just want to make sure you’re alright. did you clean and bandage them properly? ❞
it’d be bad if they got infected–he’s been through that; those scars are the deepest, and easily the most painful. he trails his thumb gently down his friend’s cheek, musters a shaky smile to reinforce his words. he’s not mad. he really, truly isn’t.
he’d shake his head, eyes glazed over with tears that still threatened to spill.he hadn’t even thought to clean them, he’d been to freaked out and had just ended up sitting in silence on the couch for the next couple of hours. he’d carefully watched how he moved, how every notion was gentle, almost like he was afraid. he shies away from his touch and just looks down. ‘ i - i didn’t mean to. . . please don’t be afraid of me. ‘ a small hiccup in his tone as he spoke, eyes only filling to the brim with tears before they finally spill over, he’d hated it, the fear his friend had been trying his hardest to hide, he could see it, he’d always seen his well hidden emotions. the two had been together for him not to notice. ‘ i - i’m so sorry, tam. . . ‘
he hums softly, head tilting just a bit. he hadn’t missed the slight flinch when he’d tugged the other’s hand into his own, which left him to ponder what exactly it could mean. he himself has a good bit of experience when it comes to flinching away from other’s, but that’s because–
he freezes, fingers stilling, turns to fix his friend with a look that begs for reassurance.
❝ you.. don’t have to tell me.. but.. did.. did you..? ❞
he resents the way his voice gives out on him, the way it trembles with weakness and fear. he reaches up with his free hand, pushes his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose to hide the shaking that’s begun to wrack his slight frame.
he’s quick to pull his hand back, eyes catching onto his for a full second before they’re quickly pulling away, tightening back around him legs like they had just been in previous moments. he swallowed hard, a lump building in his throat. eyes crushed shut, cheeks reddening in anger as he looked down. ‘ please don’t hate me. . . ‘ his voice cracks, anguish dancing around the tone, hands dug into his eyes to keep the tears from falling, head shaking in anger as he sat beside him. he hated this feeling. ‘ i - i’m sorry. . . ‘
he’s quiet for a while, head resting comfortably on his companions shoulder. he has a feeling something is wrong, but he doesn’t know how to broach the subject, so he keeps quiet, mulls over different ways he could approach and defuse the situation. he doesn’t quiet realize he’s reached forward, tugged one of yuuya’s hands into both of his own so he can play with his fingers while he thinks.
unfortunately, he’s coming up blank. it’s still too early for him to think coherently, and he hasn’t had his required cup of coffee yet.
❝ ‘s somethin’ wrong? wanna talk about it? ❞
he hadn’t meant to flinch when the other pulled his arm. he hadn’t realized such a stretch would burn, would tug on such markings covering his arms. he’s hoping tam didn’t notice, and instead lets his fingers play with tam’s own. he wanted to neglect the question, rather, just play it off like he was too tired to answer, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t do that to him. ‘ everything’s fine, m’just tired. . . ‘ his voice was soft, only in fear tam would hear it, the broken tone and the shaky syllables between each word. he didn’t want him to know, because if anyone would be able to see the signs of just what he had done, it would be tam.
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And I will make sure to keep my distance Say “I love you” when you’re not listening How long can we keep this up, up, up?
I seriously cannot stop listening to this right now. It’s my song.
❝ i.. this isn't what it looks like...? ❞
MEME | @gentleset
‘ it looks like you’re trying to sneak some cookies from the cabinet, tam! ‘
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he’s just woken up, only to find his arm has fallen asleep. it’s weird, like television fuzz confined within his left forearm. it fades away within a minute or two, and he rolls out of bed to pull a shirt over his head, and then a long-sleeved sweater over that. it looks a little odd, considering it’s summer, but people have grown used to his sweaters. there is usually some small amount of concern when he tells people he wears them because he’s cold all the time, but they accept the explanation quickly enough. no one wants to consider the alternative.
he makes his way down the stairs slowly, passes by the kitchen and moves on to the sitting room–he doesn’t have much of an appetite in the mornings. a familiar head of dark hair surprises him–he’d have assumed yuuya would still be sleeping.
never one to question things too deeply, he shrugs off the oddity, collapses on the couch next to him and groans tiredly.
❝ morning.. ❞
he was tired, much more than tired in the moment. he’d been up all night thinking, thinking too much, thoughts flittering around him, pulling him down, weighing on him. it was too much pressure, he’d decided that night, legs pulled up tight to his chest, arms sat atop them, and his head tucked slightly between them. arms covered in a sweater and legs in his usual type shorts. it took him a moment to realize that a body had fallen against him and spoke. ‘ . . . morning. ‘ a shaken voice quickly responded back a soft reply. he’d barely pulled his head up, eyes casting over to his a moment, before they tucked back in between his knees. he was too tired i try and converse much with his friend, he come to decide and just waited for him to talk.
( @socp )
why did he keep ending up at girls volleyball games? he’d come to see how karasuno worked so he could use it against them for their next game but this, this is not what he expected. maybe he could learn a few plays from this team, could always as to go down and see their play book. he’d decided to do that, so he’d wait patiently until the game was over to make his move.
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( @shokkeja )
he was definitely lost. he shouldn’t have listened to his mom when she said to go venture out, explore more of japan. though, he can’t complain, his mom did let him take the jet. . . a hand would reach out, fingers tapping against the shoulder of an utter stranger. ‘ can you tell me what part of japan im in? ‘
( @ishokusho )
he was branching out, or at least he was trying. he wanted to see how other teams could handle themselves. he’d meant to end up at a boys volleyball game, but here he was, front row at a girls one. curiosity killed the cat, was all he could think. fingers clutched at his side as he walked down to the court, a slender hand reaching out and tapping, what looked like, the managers shoulder. ‘ ah, do you think you could help me? ‘ ‘
