#nyaroo

;;To earn their 信頼;; - -

♚| |                   ... like the blood in our veins...

It wasn’t all that dissimilar to the assessment of cogs in a machine - necessary for movement, unable to function without said progression from each and every piece - was this rival upperclassman just mature, or simply excessive for a human being?      The sovereign crow was idle, his expression not quite betraying the full extent of frustration held in regards to the kind of player that could even manage to get their impassive moon to crest in a fuller phase - but, he couldn’t quite manage to bring out the potential in his team, that was his own short-coming, so it wouldn’t do to hold contempt towards the enigmatic cat leader. 

        That, of course, didn’t stop him from essentially stalking the Nekoma captain, standing eerily against the doorway of the gym, emanating what could have been dark matter in his attempt at being discreet.                                                                             “K’ch.” 

   his fingers run along the sides of the book and he flips a page, feeling kuroo’s head on his lap shift to sit back down, to which tsukishima pays no mind of; he got tired of that position, he guesses, whilst trying to find the paragraph in which he left his reading session on.

   this is how the evening was; calm. quiet. unspoken, because more often than not, they enjoyed the golden hour silence between them with acknowledgment of their presences— loud and enough. tsukishima reads something about the dilophosaurus’ crests, kuroo alternates between biochemistry homework and taking breaks to lay down on the couch. it’s mundane, daily.

   tsukishima doesn’t wear his headphones when these scenarios happen to come around, usually; listening to kuroo’s breathing reminded him he wasn’t the only one in these four walls, and knowing that was somewhat relieving. hopefully, kuroo thought the same.

   all focus is lost when he feels something press against his cheek. it lasted no more than a second, but something makes it last hours, making kei feel stupid for being so cheesy. there are no movements from his part for a moment, then his head snaps to the left, holding the book up as an excuse to hide half of his face with the most perplexed, embarrassed expression. 

           “ kuroo ,  the game’s not even that scary. there are only a few jumpscares ... and by a few , i mean ... maybe like ten more to go. ”