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@deepsets​ said:  nodding off...  BOKUROO RNNRNRNR CHA

Tetsurô has always been fond of his old school’s mascot. Incidentally, he has also always been fond of Fukurôdani’s. There was always something fitting about cats and owls, about hunters eyeing and gauging each other from land & sky, teasing and taunting until one would spot the breach and aim for the jugular. Playfully, of course. 

Years later, years after leaving school and leaving mascots behind him, Tetsurô finds that the metaphor still stands, and stubbornly retains his attachment to the imagery. Especially where Bokuto is involved. 

They have known each other for too many years to dare recount, and Kuroo would have expected the normal ace to know better than to let his guard down around him (no matter that circumstances change, that dynamics and relationships shift - that is a discussion for another time). Kuroo would have expected Bokuto to know better than to elect him as his napping spot - the movie playing on the television apparently insufficient to retain his attention (understandably, maybe, after a week-long tournament). 

The great-horned owl has given in to sleep, and Kuroo has long stopped paying attention to the screen to study Bokuto’s (blissfully) sleeping face -- did the dude always smile when he was asleep? Creepy (vaguely endearing). The great-horned owl is asleep; and the cat slowly raises his hand and --

Pinches Bokuto’s nose.

No reaction. Interesting.

Slowly, he moves his hand a little to the side, and jabs his index into his cheek. Still no reaction. “...” Kuroo fights back the urge to laugh, compromises with a quiet snicker; and slowly moves his hand up to flick his forehead.

Bokuto emits a discontent grunt, and Kuroo almost jolts, holding his breath...

... and Bokuto is sound asleep again. 

“Pft - sleeping like a baby, aren’tcha.” He comments under his breath, grinning. Ah well. He’ll have plenty of chances to tease him about it when he wakes up. For now, maybe he can just let him sleep (enjoy the moment too).

@deepsets​​ : a starter for sakusa.  ❜

“   ah , that shriek ?   ”   shimizu doesn’t even look up from her clipboard when the sound cuts through the gymnasium , crisp and clear in the absence of practice-related sounds. there are no sports shoe squeaks against the floor , no encouraging ‘ don’t mind ! ’ or ‘ nice ! ’ shouts , and no fwap of a hand meeting a volleyball. everyone is finished and quiet , so the sound seems louder , and must surprise them all.

@deepsets​ said:  nodding off...   WHAT IF IWAOI what a surprise hold on i got another one (sleepy prompt is love, sleepy prompt is life)

It’s already getting dark outside. Iwaizumi always loses track of time, when the seasons transition from autumn to winter, when the days stretch short and a practice game late in the afternoon carries them into evening that turns into early night. Hajime looks out the window of the bus driving them home from their away game, the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head; the rest of the bus, fallen mostly silent after everyone has succumbed to sleep one by one. Even Oikawa has seemingly run out of steam. Might explain why the ride home is so quiet and uneventful.

Iwaizumi fumbles through his pockets, searching for his phone (a podcast is good company too, after a long day) and a brief, jerky movement catches the corner of his eye. He glances up; and bites back a sigh. Oikawa is asleep, or falling asleep, and endlessly startling themselves awake because... well. Buses aren’t comfortable. Especially without proper headrests.

Iwaizumi contemplates his options, and -- nudges Oikawa awake (’gweh?’, they starts - so elegant). Naturally, Oikawa starts protesting (what do you want, Iwa-chan, I’m trying to sleep here!!) (to which Iwaizumi glowers in retaliation). “Oi. You’re gonna hurt your neck if you sleep like that.” Of course, Oikawa (in their defense) doesn’t read minds; so they look at him with that ‘yes, and?’ look (he contemplates kicking them in the shin, just ‘cause). Urgh - for someone so observant, they’re really clueless, sometimes. Seijoh’s ace sighs, and, customary gruffness transpiring through choice of gestures and lack of words, pats his own shoulder. Like an invitation. A permission.

He ignores (pretends to ignore) the glimmer that flashes in Oikawa’s eyes; preemptively mutters a shut up at the same time as they say something he barely hears; and settles back into his seat when, with a content sigh, his best friend / partner / headache lodges their head in the crook of his neck. 

Oikawa is comfortable, and soon, Iwiazumi can feel their body slump a little more, get heavier against him; a sideglance to confirm his friend’s slowed and peaceful breathing as they drift to proper sleep.

@deepsets​ said:   ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ brother shenanigans because i know ive done this to my sister a couple of times LOL

(questions sentence starters)

“... am I?” Atsumu glances down at the shirt he just put on; hair still mussed up from the night before, his morning shower not having rid him of the sleepiness in his eyes either (that’s what happens when you stay up until 2am playing video games with your twin when there is school the next day, arguably - Atsumu has never been very good at listening to reasonable arguments). His shirt, Osamu’s shirt: they had always had their things separate, always gone against the idea that twins should share everything (they are two whole people, after all, thank you very much) or even have the same tastes. But - as much as they have different tastes and different things, there are basics that are... harder to differentiate, when they are both the exact same size, and neither of them is very good at putting their things where they belong, rather than scattered everywhere in their bedroom. 

Maybe their grandmother does have a point, when she sees the state of their shared living space (a battlefield, she calls it, and shakes her head with a hint of disapproval in her voice that always makes them stand at attention, and make promises they never keep). 

Atsumu glances down at the shirt, and honestly... a white shirt is a white shirt, and he can’t tell the difference between his and Osamu’s. So now, Atsumu faces a choice. 

Either he keeps the shirt on, and a fight is inevitable. Atsumu never backs down from a fight with his brother, but... it’s still early; and early means lazy. So either he does that, or...

Or he shrugs it off his shoulders and unceremoniously tosses it at his dumb twin’s face on the lower bunk. “ ‘kay, keep it. Explains why it smelled weird anyway.” (for the record: it doesn’t. but Atsumu Miya is contractually obigated to throw a jab at his brother at every opportunity; and vice versa). Plus - it’s not like half of Osamu’s clothes mysteriously don’t end up in his cupboard on a monthly basis anyway. 

@deepsets​ said:   ❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜ ok so HEAR ME OUT hear me out oi has a nightmare and comes to iwas and is just like (: hi iwa u better move over and prepare for snuggles u arent escaping this (questions sentence starters)

“Wha - ?” Iwaizumi snaps awake; but sleep still weighs heavy on his eyelids and body as he struggles to make sense of the time/place/company through his overbearing brainfog. The question of time is solved when he absently takes note that it’s still dark in the room (and outside, according to the window - windows don’t lie, in his experience); place is confirmed when he recognises the comfort of his own bed and mattress under his stomach; and company is processed when he connects this all-too-familiar voice to a face. 

“Oikawa, it’s the middle of the fucking night -- “ He grumbles, voice still rough and heavy with sleep, before it stumbles onto itself. Wait. What is Oikawa doing in his room, again -- oh yeah. Game prep, movie night, sleepover; an old routine they have kept up with religiously since elementary school, so regularly that his mother jokes about the guest futon actually being solely Tooru’s. Fair enough. 

In spite of sleepiness and exhaustion, Iwaizumi prepares himself to tell Oikawa to shut up and go back to bed. In spite of sleepiness and exhaustion, Iwaizumi studies Oikawa’s face (a habit, an alertedness he cannot/will not shake off even when his own brain is all but disconnected and out of commission); and notices something’s off. 

Iwaizumi is a little more awake, now.

He lifts his head from the pillow and squints at Oikawa for a few seconds longer... and lets out a defeated sigh. He shuffles back to make space; lifts the covers to invite his best friend in. “Get in here before I change my mind.” He grumbles - both of them knowing he (probably) won’t change his mind. He grumbles again when the covers settle and Oikawa, in typical Oikawa fashion, decides to take up as much space as he can, including (and especially) his own. Sigh. Well - at least it’s not the middle of summer. He drops his arm back on the covers; back on Oikawa, who seeks warmth and comfort even when they don’t say it. “Been a while since you’ve had a nightmare at my house.” The comment comes hushed and muttered in the dead of night. As hushed as Oikawa’s shuffling under the blankets, settling under his arm (they used to do that as a kid too; Iwaizumi remembers distinctly the overwhelming feeling of protectiveness that would puff in his little chest... and muses that maybe, it hasn’t really gone away - only matured). 

@deepsets​ (unplotted starter)

“HIIIIIIIIINATAAAAAAA!! HEY HEY HEEEEEY you’re finally there!!” Like a devil out of his box, Bokuto barges out from the Black Jackals’ changing rooms (where no one had even seen him disppear into in the first place??); like a devil out of his box, he is loud and bouncy with excitement and expectations, and superly ignores the glare Meian and their trainer give him for nearly causing them a heart attack. The tornado Bokuto is unshackled; drawn out by the all too familiar voice he finally heard coming from the corridor just seconds prior. And can you blame him, really, for getting all excited?

Hinata is back in Japan!

@deepsets​​ : a starter for yachi.  ❜

shimizu worries she may be overstepping her boundaries for a moment in asking this , but it’s not as if there’s any reason she should forbid herself from posing the question. hitoka-chan is her friend—— not her best friend , and still her junior , of course—— but a friend nonetheless. the more time that they spend together , the more often that shimizu finds herself able to step out of her shell and ask the questions first , rather than wait for them to come to her.