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kuroo is one (1) AKIO OGINO !!

BONUS PANEL BC THIS ONE DEFFO SCREAMS timeskip!KUROO SKSKKSKS

“HI OTHER REGULAR KID, HOW ARE YOU DOING TODAY!”

Hymns that were never supposed to be spoken in the blackened tongue were slowly spilling on the hallowed words of the boy that was supposed to made of ash & rot. ( you just want to touch the sun but you can’t even taste the air in your lungs ). Pathetic prayers were being whispered to gods that would  n e v e r  listen for they did not want to hear the words of an angel that tore at his own wings for his own twisted salvation. Fingers dig into the too pale skin hoping that the crimson petals would bloom & there would be something to fill his veins that were not worms & rot. ( do you even know what you are ??? ). The sinned serpent wraps around the throat until the prayers are no longer spoken & the same promises that used to be a  c o m f o r t  are now a mocking laugh of what could have been fill his ears. 

                   ❛    hey, think fast !!    ❜     cue a volleyball flying at full speed.

         the quiet was a good relief, breaking up the rush & noise of the day with something a bit more mundane ... a bit more her preferred speed. kiyoko was thankful that none of the other managers had offered to clean up afterwards ( although it might have been her own doing, trying to dissuade them from worrying themselves over a task she could handle alone ). it gave her time to relax to herself.

          she meticulously washes dishes by hand, taking the time to clean each object properly before she sets it down in the second half of the sink to wash later. it was a good thing that the teams had all used paper plates & silverware to eat, else she would have been here all night cleaning their dishes as well as the ones she had dirtied when preparing their meal.

          the soft clink of dishes & bubbles popping distracts her well enough. she doesn’t even realize it until she feels something grab at her hand gently. in surprise, she turns quickly, & presses her soapy sponge directly into kuroo-san’s chest. at first, she does nothing ; she’s still registering it all. but her quiet eyes look him over in confusion, & when she realizes that her sponge keeps spreading a splotch of dish water in the center of his jersey, she drops it to the floor.

‘ kuroo-san ... ’

          his fingers feel ghostlike on hers, but they’re still there, & she can feel the tips of her ears starting to warm. she squeaks a tiny step back, her sneakers rubbing against the linoleum of the floors with a soft ‘ eee, ’ until she feels the corner of the sink teasing her back. despite the nerves, she can’t turn her back & leave like she might normally do. he’s anchoring her to stay. does he ... ?

‘ ... do you want me to make you some tea ... ? ’