#sukishima

烏–>    Kageyama didn’t see why Tsukishima was happy to get a snowball towards him, but then came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t a smile in the traditional sense. 

Nope, it definitely was a smile of pure distaste, but he was more or less used to it form how much they have to play together.

It happened all too fast.

He hadn’t meant to scare her, she just hadn’t heard him approaching her. With the anxious thoughts running through her head, it completely shook her when he touched her shoulder, as light as that touch may have been. She had whipped around and before her eyes, he lifted up into the air in front of her. 

There had been a moment as he levitated above her where they had held eye contact, and she felt her stomach sink. It was happening again, the tips of her fingers glowing bright yellow. Her eyes were surely matching, like they had been with the last incident. She had tried so hard to hide it and now here she was panicking.

What if she hurt him?

The power seemed to die down, causing the male to fall from where he’d been stuck. Luckily, it hadn’t been too high up. He told her he needed a moment, and her stomach sunk. What would he think of her now? He knew she was was a freak now.

   He was certainly confident, wasn’t he ? But there was no way Tooru was going to lose to a beanpole like Tsukishima. Shoving a slice of toast into his mouth, he repositioned, throwing himself back against the beanbag, one leg tucked underneath the other thigh. 

If he had been a little wary of speaking to someone who easily had a foot on him, he definitely was now after hearing the other’s response. 

He could see that the blonde was upset about something, though Kousei wasn’t sure how one wouldn’t notice their belongings having been taken. Still, the other boy wasn’t overly rude about it, though his harsh voice definitely didn’t win him any pints with Kousei.

Regardless,he handed over the headphones, nodding his head, Kousei’s way of acknowledging someone’s words without having to put too much effort in. His way of signalling that he wasn’t impressed, but wasn’t offended either.

   The tall glasses guy was hard not to notice - he was even taller than Kenji himself, which he wasn’t exactly used to. And he was familiar; irritatingly so. He would never have stopped at all if his dog hadn’t gotten her lead wrapped around the near-stranger’s leg.