#nekoxsetter

Munday Symbols

☒ - A fact about the mun

I have a total of 5 scars on my stomach, from a keyhole surgery.

☑ - A fact about the character

Send ‘➳♥’ and I’ll generate a number 1-34 for where my muse will kiss yours

14. Fingertips 

8/10

Send me ┼ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on your muse

14. Watching porn

D:Favourite food.

~Chinese food.

I:Eye colour.

~Dark brown.

L:Favourite band/singer.

~The band Raised by Swans

S:What’s my ringtone.

~The Meaning of his Tears by Alias Conrad Coldwood

W:Favourite superhero.

~My favorite was always Kitty from X-men.

D: Favourite food.

sushi!! or, just asian food in general

H: Favourite book.

i don't really have one-

Q: What I'm listening to right now.

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     He found himself walking through the halls, volleyball in hand as he pondered over the last meeting he'd had with the team. Something about one of the applicants having dropped out. It's not as if they didn't have enough people, but it was required for them to have a certain amount of players on hand by the school, it was simply a rule made to keep the club going, the third years would be gone soon and they needed a guarantee that there would still be enough people to go on without them. 

     Being captain was a joy, it wasn't something he saw as a task, but it also meant having to sacrifice a lot more time and patience to get everything working. Some things that should be left to managers also fell on his shoulders whether he wanted it to or not, and he was going to carry the burden of having to find another member who isn't a third year.

     Weeks had passed and people were falling into routine with their clubs, most first years had already decided where they were going, and regardless of being a highly skilled team, they'd yet to receive more applications. It was frustrating, sure, but mainly just because it was cutting into their training. 

"What a pain~"

     It's just then that he catches a glimpse of blonde. Something that makes him stop, stilling the ball he'd been messing with in order to turn his head to the side, eyes resting on a small, familiar looking boy. He couldn't remember his name, or if he'd ever gotten it to begin with, but he'd grown up seeing him around, that he was sure of. Day after day of practising outside of his house on his own, he'd seen the other sitting in the shade, playing video games and keeping to himself. He's sure he'd asked him to play volleyball with him a few times but he'd never seemed interested.

     As he's about to walk away from the scene, he finds himself.. Almost captivated by the other's expression. It was strange, as the class was almost empty seeing as it was far too early. The sun coming in through the window was like a spotlight for the boy to just sit there and sketch, if that's what he was doing. By the looks of it, it was an art room so he could only guess.      Still, something about it reminded him, it brought back a memory of a winter day years ago. He'd been out playing regardless of having a cold, training to join his junior high team. It wasn't a memory he was entirely fond of, it'd been one of the worst colds he'd ever dealt with and had been stuck home with a fever for almost two weeks, but that one day, just as he'd been getting frustrated about his tosses, he'd manage to hit a perfect one, something he'd not been able to do until then. All he remembered was seeing the ball go up, and then it coming down, but as the ball had gone down he'd spotted the other.. Had he called out to him? He wasn't sure, but he knows that the other boy had received that toss just as perfectly as he had delivered it. 

     Just then, that same expression that was on his face.. He was sure he'd seen it on him on that one moment.

"Hey.."