#owlcapt

“look, look, look! bo-chan! our facebook page is getting a shit ton of hits!” ha, ha, ha. they’re geniuses. certified! granted, oikawa took some creative liberties in the setup of their page, but it was only justified. his suggestions for the title were all kinds of donked up. 

in fact, midway through his announcement, he reflects ( with his head canted sideways ) on the list bokuto had presented him with earlier, which had been haphazardly scribbled on the back of a mcdonald’s receipt. 

CLEANING DUDES CLEANIN’ DUDES DUDES WHO BE CLEANIN’ CLEAN HOUSE (DUDES) WE CLEAN 4 U DUDES DUDES WHO LOVE DUDES CLEANIN’

aaaand then he crumples it, because its shitty, and he never wants to look at it again, nor does he want to inflict humanity with the memory. besides! they’re getting all kinds of traffic with his new title, hot captains. they’ve already gotten a dozen requests, and it’s only been live for eight minutes! 

“this was such a good idea.” naturally, the downside of this by-the-ear entrepreneurship is that they have zero cleaning supplies, very little experience, and one singular, sexy brain cell, collectively. it seems something unfriendly is abruptly occurring to oikawa as his smile drops.

       loud. much too loud. he wanted to turn around, close the door and never step foot in the hall again. but this was supposed to bridge gaps, to enable seijoh to battle against stronger opponents as they climbed the ranks to greatness. their coach had jokingly suggested shiratorizawa, as if practice against them would result in anything but frustration and a far too hostile environment; mostly from oikawa, of course. “iwaizumi hajime, nice to meet you.” he wasn’t even sure he could be heard over the hooting, but regardless he tried. his stern voice would surely cut across the noise. “i’m the representative from aobajohsai high.”

Kuroo looks at Bokuto, or more accurately, his hair. He blinks at the now dropping spikes, and Kuroo wonders how that was even possible. Were they down like that all day today ? Or did they just now droop ?

        ❝YOU REALLY HAVE TO GET OVER IT, bo-chan! it’s not my fault that you’re so easy to trick!❞ okay, so he feels a little bad. oikawa sets his hand real fatherly on one of bokuto’s sorrowful shoulders, which is a peculiarly loaded statement in itself if the following is in any way indicative of how he’d speak to his child.

Kuroo is on heeleys, in case it wasn’t clear. His SUNDAY BEST is a display of force; neon running shorts, calf-high socks, and a “Suns out guns out” tank top tucked the-eff in to those bright little bad boys. The time is nigh for “Bokuto and Kuroo’s Meals on Wheels.” This one’s gonna be a challenge. 

     “You ready, Bo’?” 

He calls out to the speed-demon ahead of him, pulling a fast turnabout when he catches up. It’s with a single (visible) raised eyebrow and an authoritative prod that he asks for the fourth time. 

     “You sure you don’t wanna go with something easier than ramen?”