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JOIN MY BAND

               HE HAS A SAD look in his eyes --- claim not to be a part of the youth but still uphold the same sadness that everyone else does , she’s no exception either . or she’s just PROJECTING , place the movie on him , that way you don’t have to see it on yourself , that’s probably it . but it’s not her place to comment , and instead LETS gentle words she’s been holding back fall . “ um , do you drive ... a motorcycle? “ they were in tokyo , after all , and with that hair , then , maybe --- !!

From  the  GYMNASIUM  ,  the  rhythmic  thuds  of  a  ball  hitting  the  ground  reaches  Kirin’s  ears  ,  who  ,  from  the  playground  (  supervised  by  her  father  for  once  )  ,  is  building  a  sand  castle  .  She’s  INTRIGUED  by  the  sound  and  wishes  she  could  slip  past  the  ajar  door  ,  only  for  a  BALL  ,  white  and  round  ,  to  ROLL  down  the  stairs  ,  forward  to  the  healthy  grass  and  finally  finish  its  race  before  the  SANDPIT  .  A  mere  inches  away  from  her  castle  .

With  the  APPROVING  gaze  of  her  father  ,  legs  begin  walking  towards  the  volleyball  ,  arms  enveloping  the  whole  sphere  .  She  can’t  even  see  clearly  ahead  of  her  ,  yet  she’s  already  on  her  way  ,  pigtails  BOBBING  with  each  step  until  she  reaches  the  gymnasium  .  On  one  of the   steps  ,  all  she  can  see  from  the  corner  of  her  eye  are  SHOES  ,  probably  the  owner  of  the  item  .

With  a  perk  of  her  chin  up  ,  she  meets  a  TALL  man  .  Her  following  gesture  is  simple  ;  she  bends  her  arms  and  THROWS  the  ball  up  for  him  to  catch  .

           he’s stuck CLEANING up afterwards , probably because he mouthed off to satori earlier , but he looks more bored than annoyed . he spins the volleyball in his hand on a finger as the other comes into his LINE of vision . “ kuroo-san...? “ and he STUMBLES over the name , only because he’s unsure if he’s correct . “ if you’re looking for ushijima-san ... or any of the OTHERS , they’re probably changing right now . i’m sure they’ll be of more help than I WILL be . “ and his voice is painfully polite , or something along the lines of please don’t talk to me polite .

“I feel like some KINDA monster could form in your hair,” he’s staring, one hand pressed over his mouth to STOP a laugh from SLIPPING through. “That’s a TOTAL mess! I swear I saw EYES peeking from it - yellow eyes like a cat!”

“ i’m telling you , basketball is better than volleyball. ” maybe it was because he preferred basketball , but there’s nothing like the whoosh of the net when you sink a ball in , or driving past opponents and twisting and turning quickly on your feet. “ anyways , look at these shoes. ” he jabs his finger towards the magazine , “ i wonder if any stores near us have ‘em ? ”