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“If you’ve already agreed, there’s hardly any reason to tack on a please.” He holds himself back from saying that he had already known that Kuroo would have said yes to the request, although the smile that curls his lips speaks volumes in itself. Out of most of the council, he was the one whom he trusted most; and he had yet to be let down in the decision.

Arms cross over his chest, the lingering sensation of a finger tracing his wrist fluttering over his skin. “--- Thank you for agreeing to grace us with your presence, Kuroo-san.” Oikawa’s tone was playful; mocking in a way that made fun of some of the younger brighter eyed students that inhabited their school. ( While they were rightfully feared by some of the student body, they were practically work-shipped by the other half. Rightfully so, in his opinion. )

The performance drops at the mention of his ‘kouhai’, brown eyes rolling dramatically as the first signs of a pout pulled at his lips. “—He’s so irritating! And yet I’m expected to ‘groom’ him into taking my place, as though I’m supposed to be grateful the brat is following my footsteps.”

it did not appear as if any product had been used, the usual sticky shine lacking from the thick turfs of hair, but that only further puzzled tooru; if it was not any grimy hair product, it definitely did not look like the work of a hairdryer, then -- god damn it -- how did it turn out like that?

guess he had to revert to old-fashioned ways. ❛ say, kuroo-chan? ❜ he crossed the short distance between them in a couple of strides, going for casual -- as if curiosity was not eating at his insides -- as he passes the ball in his hands to the middle blocker.  ❛ i’ve been wondering.. how long does it take to get your hair like that? ❜

     “Hey, I’m Nana. Listen. Talk to this person on the phone for a sec and pretend we’re hanging out, or I will be murdered. But no pressure.”

     This is not how you greet a stranger, but Nana is kind of on a time-sensitive mission right now. Behind the hand covering her phone’s speaker comes the muffled voice of her team captain, who’s just called Nana (and her bluff about taking her team-mandated rest day) right in the middle of her deeply illicit outdoor court practice. And when Nana indignantly claimed (lied) that she wasn’t at the outdoor courts but rather having an extremely chill, low-stress hangout with an unnamed friend, she’d been prompted to put the friend on. The friend that she is not with right now. Hence the current situation.

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She had to do it. Harmony fretted over being late and she didn’t consider bringing something like an umbrella or at least a jacket. That decision came back to bite her when a torrent of rain falls on her. She’s usually careful, but let her anxiety of tardiness get the better of her. The morning chill seeps into her bones with her hoodies soaked from the rain, doing little to protect her clothes under it. Dark hair clings to her face as water drips from drenched locks. No sense in turning around to go home and change. Not when the whole point of hurrying was to be on time. 

Heaven forbid that she’s tardy or her professor will never let Harmony hear the end of it.  The crisp air seeps past her clothes to her skin, leaving her shivering. Arms cross over her chest, hugging herself in a poor attempt to warm up. 

Why do I bother? 

Suddenly, The freezing water pelting her ceases. Harmony perks up, looking around for the reason until she spots the umbrella and its owner close by. She opens her mouth to speak, confused as she’s sure this isn’t the first time he saw him. Kuroo’s introduction confirms it. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I have seen you before in both classes. I didn’t know you live pretty close to me too.” Harmony reaches out to take Kuroo’s hand and gives it a shake. “What are the odds, huh?” She returns his smile with one of her own. “I guess it’s a small world. I’m Harmony Halcyon. I major in nursing.” Then, her smile disappears when reality sinks in. Harmony meets someone new, but she’s soaking wet. Water dripping from her hair to feed a puddle around her feet. She’s sure her make-up is running too. Embarrassment takes over as she wonders if she looks like a nightmare.

                   ❛   but  you  do  .  ❜ 

                 VOICE  IS  SHARP  EDGED  ,  golden  gaze  only  the  sharpener  to  blade  of  a  voice  ,  almost  like  it’s  a  stark  kind  of  disapproval  that  you  know  he  is  not  ASKING  for  ;  but  find  yourself  giving  in  some  sort  of  REBELLION  .  eyebrows  knit  together  ,  and  in  your  chest  ,  push  it  away  ,  PUSH  IT  AWAY  ;  you  know  this  feeling  ,  know  it  too  well  to  NOT  :  to  ignore  it  and  push  it  back  with  the  bottle  . 

                   ❛   s ’ stupid  and  pointless  ---  to  say  that  ,  no  ,  um  ...  wait  ...  do  that  .  there’s  no  long  term  advantage  f  -  for  you  .   ❜   NEVER  BEEN  GOOD  with  these  words  ,  if  only  you  could  say  what  you  feel  ,  this  harrowing  pain  in  your  chest  for  taking  this  advice  for  way  LONGER  than  it’s  been  prescribed  .  drown  that  shit  in  a  SPORT  you  love  and  chalk  it  up  to  devotion  ;  you  can’t  tell  if  you  care  anymore  ,  or  if  you  want  to  .  ❛   you’ll  just  ...  be  alone  .  ❜

You will be staying in Apartment 255 of the Capitolium district You will keep your ability to switch between your cat & human form thrice a day and keep your ability to manipulate another’s thoughts for three seconds.

May your future endeavours meet your expectations, Tetsurou.