⁑ unprompted.     /     @supotsus​  !

wasthe shift of his eyes clandestine sanctimony against the bright yellowish ,purpled joints crawling up his torso   /   or his pretence a perfidy ?        a smear ofblood is left on his white shirt , in the wake of their impish crawl up to hisbreast pocket     ———     shū knows he always keeps them there  [ how fun for the outlineof the carton box to be pressed right into his racing heart , like a dagger at thethroat of something feral ]  or perhaps it’s a paucity of willpower    :    there isn’tmuch he can deny him , not with adrenaline whooshing in his system   /   making himtipsier , higher than any other chemical could ever take him.           ❛  …  it seems likei have taught you well.   ❜        &   even now after he falls silent again , the snort shū lets out seems to bethe lonesome panacea to all of tatsuya’s problems , a breath tingling inhis face as the other tips close   :   certainly did he not have to dig this deepin tatsuya’s breast pocket , pressing into a presumptively broken rib  [ causing his heartto writhe in its cage ]   as he let out a soft groan.

prompted // @peachmuses

the words showed up on his arm almost immediately, as if his unknown soulmate couldn’t stand to think of him feeling alone. it makes him smile just a little. he’s in one of his bad moods, where it’s not just that he’s next to impossible for anybody to reach him, but he’s awful to those who try. he needs space in times like this, so it’s plain stupid for him to complain about feeling alone.

it’s just that he doesn’t know who his soulmate is. not just that, literally, but that’s a big part of it. and how unfair for fate to weave his red string tightly around one of his teammates’ little fingers. how cruel to have him fall for someone while his soulmate was out there waiting for him. shit, was he waiting for him? ugh. aomine feels awful again.

he keeps a pen on him at all times nowadays. just in case he thinks of something funny to say to his soulmate, or if he’s needed himself. in all of this, how insane that aomine was someone else’s soulmate? that someone lies in bed thinking about a guy like him? how bitterly unfair.

he can’t think of anything to say. his soulmate isn’t really there, so he doesn’t see the pain on his face. aomine doodles a little in the place their messages had been:

=( ♥

@peachmuses​

yeah, maybe aomine should’ve warned sakurai not to let the door shut entirely or it’ll lock. usually, he props it open with a textbook or a shoe, then finds a comfortable little corner of the school roof to fall asleep on. this was not an issue in the least for him. oh no, they’d miss practise. maybe he felt a little tiny bit guilty that sakurai wouldn’t attend, but was it the end of the world? no. plus, it was sunny today, and they had their big coats on. they weren’t going to freeze to death. if momoi didn’t call him in fifteen minutes to give him an earful, she’d find her way up there after practise and release them.

* unprompted. / @supotsus​ !

along finger twirls a cigarette around his knuckles  [ lets it dance under thepale moonlight ]  with a glitter of melancholy in his visible eye   :   liu was already sleeping , so he would have to sneak out for it  [  & he has always liked a challenge ]   /   thusgathering his jacket , down feather from LA    &   his set of dorm keys.       for a brief moment , he considers taking the spliff he rolled earlier today with him too  [ it’d certainly beeasier to fall asleep ]  , but decides against it   /   seeing as it’s onlywednesday    &   he needs the calm nervesfor the weekend.      a soft ‘click’ follows him into the empty hallways , almostghostly  [  &  the various crosses onthe walls didn’t help either ]   /   but his conscience had always been too light to be bothered , anyways.

soon he’s outside , an almost seven foot drop from thefirst story window  [ but luckily his ankles were trained ]  /   the adrenalineonly cheering on his euphoria as he settles next to a tree to remain hidden frommost of the windows    &   lights hiscigarette in a moment of triumph.       he’s not even halfway through pulling thenicotine into his lungs as his phone rings    &   he jumps  [ who calls at this time??? ]   /   but as soon as he sees the caller ID , he picks up without a second thought   :   he breathlessly listens to the first sentence before hanging up promptly with asmile  [ because of course shū would think he’s still awake now ]  as he tucksthe pack of cigarettes in his breast pocket   &   sets to text him instead , walkingalong the fence to find the tree everyone uses to climb over on , also musing that he would have to steal a bike with a soft chuckle   /   raising himself up on the first branch of the old oak tree.

2:09 AM / [ text to : shū ] ⟶ sorry i can’t talk right now

2:10 AM / [ text to : shū ] ⟶ but i’m still coming to pick you up @ the airport

“you should be more careful then.” he tosses the ball to the other, underhanded, shaking his head. “i don’t know how volleyballs work– but, if they’re anything like basketballs then weather can – AND – will damage them, especially rain.” he leans slightly to the side so the other can see how heavy the weather is hitting, “it was outside the courts.”

. ———— ωιℓℓσƒ12

    ∵    He faltered visibly in how his shoulders tensed, what a bad attitude this guy had was his initial thought, but at least he gave the ball over to them he supposed ( and this saves him being shouted at by coach ). Still, he swallows his nerves and dips his head in a small awkward bow of thanks, eyeing the guy - was he a senior? He didn’t recognise him.

prompted // @supotsus

Two fouls in the first ten minutes, could Touou manage without him? One wasn’t his fault, and the other definitely was. But naturally, the referee only noticed when he was pushing! And not the slimy opponents! Kirsaki Daiichi shouldn’t be allowed to play at all – it was an offence to his favourite sport. They kept elbowing him, and Aomine was the sort of person to launch into aggression when faced with it. He was staring off that ugly captain across the court. Aomine was vaguely aware of Momoi standing in-front of him, trying to get him to calm down, but then! the bastard! fucking! stuck his tongue out! He was MOCKING him!

“Okay, I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He announced. He pushed Momoi out of the way, tore out of Wakamatsu’s grip, and started making his way over when Sakurai got in the way. Really got in the way, like he wasn’t about to move. Aomine snapped down to glare at him, to scare him out of the way. But it didn’t work.

“Have you lost your damn mind!?” He said, and it surprised Aomine enough to knock him down a couple of notches.

“Huh, Ryou? You think you’re enough to stop me? That ugly bastard isn’t playing honestly, so what’s the fucking point of going by the rules? I’m gonna tear out his fucking tongue and shove it up his ass!” 

“Dai-chan!” A very angry Momoi slid between Sakurai and Aomine, glaring up at the much taller boy with intensity ill-suited to her cute appearance. “You think we won’t bench you? You need to CALM DOWN, or you’re going to cost us the match! Do you want to lose to people like them? We hate it too, Aomine-kun,” she said more calmly, “they’re disgusting. But if you want to prove that their underhand tactics won’t work on us, then you’ll help us win! We don’t need you against them, Aomine-kun,” those pink eyes could be cold and mean. “Now don’t make us have to pull you aside again.”