draft // VP : no draft // VP : ..kinda draft // VP : its all my fault we lost @ jenga!! txt // VP : no (つ﹏<。)ノ

‘no’ was a lie, which only made the perpetual squint that he always had to narrow more. despite being unable to see his captain’s face it was merely a hunch, that more often than not would eventually be deemed correct. but he would not push these moods, akaashi knew better than that. 

[ txt // CPTN ] then you’ll be fine for the next game? [ txt // CPTN ] if not i can always toss to sarukui or konoha..  [ txt // CPTN ] even though you’re our ace..