#flightlessxcrow

     Ryoji didn’t have a date. There had been offers, yes, but as a believer in the significance of Valentine’s Day, he couldn’t just accept any old invitation. He believed that it had to be the right person that he went to such a ball with. And yet, he still found himself dressed up and wandering around Sunrise campus. He wore a completely black ensemble, save for the bright yellow tie around his neck. Even though he had a ticket into the dance, Ryoji still hadn’t gone inside, for no reason in particular. Maybe it was because of his tarot reading this morning that he was feeling so hesitant. 

Humming quietly to himself, the boy then spotted another male up ahead, his head down and feet dragging slightly. It was subtle, the way he carried himself as if he had a heart of glass and someone had threatened to shatter it only recently. And when the other looked up to check where he was going, Ryoji caught his gaze and saw what looked like an eternity of sadness captured within. Chocolate eyes that he could only assume were usually milky and sweet looking, instead looked dark and bitter, the kind of chocolate only a select few would pay attention to. 

“Evening!” He greeted, stopping in front of the freckled boy. Now stationary, he could fully appreciate the person in front of him. Ryoji’s lips pulled up into a friendly smile, hands buried in the pockets of his black pants. 

Yachi only realized she had walked right into someone when she heard the ‘bump’ and the sound of something heavy — possibly a bag? — hit the ground. She was startled — she had been looking at her notes whilst making her way to the library and had definitely not expected to slam right into someone a few minutes later. 

❝ i-i’m very, very sorry!! are you okay?! ❞ Turning up to look at the person, she braced herself for the other to begin lashing out at her — when she suddenly froze in place. Her light brown hues widened in surprise after a few seconds of processing what had just happened, and who was standing before her. No way. It couldn’t be...?

                 #19. “Could you do that again, please?”

“Hey.” Tetsurou hadn’t meant to spy, or pry, or whatever this was considered to be. He’d been out for a walk when he chanced upon the younger male practicing outside, his serves resounding with a loud smack each time he hit them against a nearby wall. Tetsurou had been watching for a while, eyes trained on the other while he continued to get more and more frustrated with what looked like unsuccessful serves. Having now garnered Yamaguchi’s attention, Tetsurou gestured towards the ball in his hands, a serious look on his face.

“Could you do that again, please?” Tetsurou said calmly. He knew the other from back in high school: he was Kei’s friend, and the former pinch server from Karasuno. He wasn’t sure what spurred him on to help, if only a little. It may have been his instinct as a captain, or as a player, wanting to see someone succeed at the technique they were working for. Or maybe just his own understanding of hard work, feeling sympathetic to the younger, affected by the look of frustration on his face. Lifting his hand to his hair, Tetsurou ruffled his own hair next, frowning slightly.

  She’s out for a walk around the university, to get a map of it inside her head without walking around aimlessly for classes. She was given a map before, and as nice as it was, it just made her getting around school more difficult. When she walked around the interior of the school at least three times, she moves to the outdoors. Turning a corner where she nearly gets smacked in the face by a volleyball. She jumps, and breathes a sigh of relief when she’s able to avoid it just in time.

We got your reserve and personal in another ask, thank you! 

The lamp post you are seeking was last seen sulking with his headphones on and reading something about... dinosaurs? He’s not too far!

Welcome to Sunrise! You’ll be in room 203, the other spot being reserved for your roommate!

                                         Meme || Accepting

                                                                                                                          @flightlessxcrow

        Kei was getting a little tired of going to practice.

What was once a release for his frustrations had become a cause for the knots weaving their way into his muscles. It seemed like every time he glanced over towards Tadashi, their captain was not far away, hovering over his partner and paying more attention to him than anyone. It wasn’t something that should bother him, but it did, making the next spike he hit echo through the gym with a snap. As he landed, Kei clicked his tongue in annoyance, seeing he had missed his mark. He spared another glance to where Tadashi was supposed to be practicing his serves with Oikawa, only to see the captain nuzzling up close to his best friend again. A feeling flooded Kei’s gut, anger flashing in usually calm eyes and it took all of his self control not to send a ball hurtling towards the couple on purpose.

He didn’t quite understand the feeling that sat like an anchor in his stomach, keeping him grounded in a pit of frustration. It was the same feeling he always got whenever Tadashi had opted to spend time with some of the others in their year back in high school, without him, because like hell he was spending his free time with a bunch of hot-headed idiots. When he’d confided in his brother once, the other had suggested the feeling he felt was jealousy, then laughed Kei’s possessiveness off as if it were a silly little thing. Kei didn’t find it funny, didn’t take amusement in getting so angry for something so stupid. It reminded him of the hot-blooded players on his team and that thought made him sick to his stomach. The idea that he was becoming even more like them, that he was too attached to Tadashi to let the freckled boy have other relationships... 

A call from a teammate, asking if he was okay, came and buzzed past Kei’s ear. Jerking his head in their direction, the blonde smiled falsely and rubbed his neck.

“Ah... I’m actually feeling a little sick. I think I’ll go take a walk... please excuse me!”