#tooru2;

                    starter for @toorucikawa​ !! 

     ╰☆╮Hajime's nerves were only this frayed before a big match, and even those were easier to stomach than whatever sort of butterflies tumbling around his stomach right now in a mad torrent. The past few hours had been a mess, with him stumbling around his dorm room in an effort to make himself look presentable and tip-top perfect. His hair had been groomed down to the hair, or at least brushed at futilely with vigor that only matched that when he geared up for a perfect spike between the opposing team’s blockers during a tough match. The black suit he had managed to scavenge out of an unpacked box, from a year ago when he had attended a wedding, had been ironed out and buttoned up neatly, with a matching tie knotted properly around his neck.

     The ace nervously patted his hair down once more in front of the mirror. It wasn’t an awful mess like he made it out to be, but for Hajime and his angry horde of butterflies, it wasn’t enough. He frowned as he attempted once more to flatten it on to a more presentable look, but gave up after another few seconds of disappointment and failure. Ah, well, it was nighttime, so it wouldn’t be so bad, right?

     Hajime took out his phone and glanced at the time briefly; he still had about ten minutes before their designated meeting time, which was just enough time to slowly walk over to the other’s dorm room and ruminate over all the possible things that could go wrong with today. One thing that would definitely not happen, however, was forgetting the bouquet of flowers he had bought for Tooru, he mused as he set his sights upon the item sitting on top of his study table. With a swift motion, he grabbed the flowers and headed out, making sure to lock the door behind him.

     He was there sooner then he thought, a good three minutes before the time, but it never hurt anybody to be early. Hajime stood outside Tooru’s door, straightened his tie quickly, and knocked.