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quiet steps carry him out of his bathroom, a loose pair of pajama pants on and a towel draped over his head from his efforts in trying to dry his hair. they weren’t actually big efforts, but there was some. brows raise slightly as he spots a familiar face down the hall, sitting by the front door. 

                                                                                        it truly baffled                         &&.                         amazed him as to how kenma managed to get sick so often                         .                         perhaps the heat of training to the often coolness of the air in the evenings didn’t help                         .                         they’d been friends for so long that it didn’t take much for him to catch onto what is happening with him                         .                         the sniffles                         &&.                         frequent sneezes                         .                         a dead giveaway                         .                         however this time it seemed to be more than a common cold                         .                         he’d walked home with the shorter what felt near half an hour ago                         ,                         remembered pressing the back of his hand to kenma’s forehead                         ,                         the scorching heat he felt                         .                         now                         ,                         kuroo stood in front of the shorter                         ,                         a concerned expression on his face which is a rare sight to see                         .                         “                         you     haven’t     been     taking     proper     care     of     yourself                         ,                         have     you                         ?                         ”                         stern as he speaks                         ,                         a sigh follows in suit                         .                         perhaps even just a year in difference of their ages still makes kuroo act as though he needs to care for the other in every sense                         .                         of course                         ,                         he didn’t mind                         .                         he just worried too much sometimes                         .

“                         alright                         .                         time     to     get     you     out     of     these     clothes                         .                         you     need     to     rest                         .                         ”                         there’s a pause as he’s taking that zip up hoodie off from him                         &&.                         putting it to the side                         ,                         eyes connect with kenma’s for even just a split second                         .                         “                         properly                         .                         no     games                         .                         ”                         he feels akin to a mother scolding her child                         ,                         with that it only makes him grin                         &&.                         laugh beneath his breath                         .

     “ it wasn’t like that !! ” asahi insists, except that it was totally, definitely like that.

     as a kid, he’d had crushes before natsuya-senpai, but natsuya was the first boy he’d ever crushed hard on. for a long time, asahi couldn’t tell if his feelings were simple adoration for his swim team captain, or something more. he wanted to be just like him. he wanted to be someone his classmates plastered their faces to the windows to watch every recess, someone others could depend on, someone to admire. natsuya was like a magnet that way; he had this gravitational pull that could be activated with a mere smile. 

     they’ve both done some growing up since then. time and distance caused his romantic inclinations to fade away, but not the fondness asahi felt for his senpai. however, he’s fallen for a different kirishima brother now --- and regretting it, at the moment, more and more by the second.

Unprompted Asks ! || always accepting.

rin grabs his sister by the shoulders and turns her around to hide her from ... any of her admirers , actually. *stressed out big brother vibes* ( @tsunages​ )

Soft and very confused younger sister noises as she’s turned around out of nowhere. Gou stared up at him, head tilted to the side curiously. Did he have some secret to share with her? They hadn’t shared secrets like that since they were younger, so perhaps it was something else?

“Onii-chan, what’s the matter?”

Slender digits go up to his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Perhaps it was stressed about something? Her eyes widened slightly as she turned fully to face him, grabbing his hands in the process and squeezing them even more. Whenever something was wrong he always kept it to himself and never told her.

@tsunages​  said  :   Jumin Han: I miss you so much I can’t stand it. / 😇💓💓💞💞💕💘💖💘💕💓💗💗💞💝💖💕💞💓

𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐        (  a  lung  ,  a  limb                    he’ll  whisper  to  himself  in  the  dark  when  he’s  alone  and  the  messenger  hasn’t  been  opened  in  hours  ;  a  heart  )        .  they’ve  been  separated  for  a  while  ,  zen  with  his  blossoming  career  and  jumin  with  the  expansive  roots  of  a  conglomerate  .  time  hasn’t  made  room  for  them  ,  hasn’t  pushed  aside  the  spaces  of  a  life  lived  to  allow  them  a  corner  ,  a  moment  ;  they  are  the  ones  people  whisper  about                with  love  attached  to  every  cell  and  buried  into  every  marrow  but  not  enough  universe  -  given  time  to  share  it  between  themselves  .

his  phone  lights  up  ,  becomes  lighthouse  in  the  frothy  sea  of  a  dark  room         (  his  room  ,  in  his  half  -  underground  home  ,  with  each  nook  and  cranny  crammed  with  memories  of  the  only  person  he  allows  himself  to  miss  like  a  lung  ,  a  limb  ,  a  heart  )        and  he’s  quick  to  grab  it  ,  quicker  to  read  the  notification  .

                                     𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚊𝚗 :  i  miss  you  so  much  i  can’t  stand  it.

oh  ,  oh  ,  oh  .  there  is  ease  in  the  missing  ;  respite  in  the  hollows  .  only  jumin  could  gift  him  with  the  biggest  smile  he’s  shown  since  they’ve  parted  ways                                               temporarily  ,  but  parted  .  his  chest  burns  ,  crackles  and  pops  and  becomes  fireworks  on  a  dusky  evening  .  the  act  of  missing  subsides  ,  shapes  itself  into  something  that  feels  like  rain  over  a  burn  made  from  distance  .

to  miss  jumin  is  to  miss  the  storms  ,  the  hurricanes  ,  the  weight  of  a  gray  sky  .

his  hands  shake  over  the  screen  ,  contemplation  making  itself  home  into  his  fingers  as  he  wonders  how  to  condense  this  missing  into  a  text  ,  into  tiny  pixels  shaped  into  words  .  he  doesn’t  settle  ,  never  settles  ,  but  comes  close  when  he  writes  back  :  i  miss  you  too.

          it is what it is. & with that being said . . . tsukishima doesn’t mind asahi. his behavior is less obnoxiously loud than some of the other teammates, so tsukishima respects him. he doesn’t antagonize him with the same intentionality that he does others, & he keeps his distance. except for . . . now. when hinata has accidentally ( ? ) stolen the ace’s ball, has tried accidentally ( ? ) to throw asahi from the limelight. obnoxious, tsukishima thinks again & shakes his head.

          ‘    something tells me if you were angry, it wouldn’t be intimidating,   ‘    tsukishima muses without thought. he doesn’t antagonize asahi intentionally, but . . . he does wear absentminded curiosity.  ‘ & by the way . . . i think your water just fell over.   ‘

          not that tsukishima’s doing anything about it. but there you have it.

[  nonverbal rp starters  /  accepting  ]          ⤷ 💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

                              ꜱᴏꜰᴛ    ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ    ,    ᴀ   ᴛᴏᴡᴇʟ    ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ   ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ   ɴᴇᴄᴋ    .     practicing   new   choreography    ,    but    seemingly   could   count   the   mistakes   bit   by   bit    ...    maybe   it’s   fatigue   ,   maybe   it’s   the   looming   feeling   that   plagued   him   so   consistently    ,   a   melody   of   deprecation   .     yet   ,   he   continues     ------------   until   he   sees   another   figure   behind   him   in   the   mirror   ,   yuzuki    .    grinning   so   bright   ,   and   with   a   turn   of   features   ...    it’s   a    delicate   feeling    ,   it    was   gentle   and   warm   and   almost   indescribable   .   all   queries   now   in   a   state   of   pause   ,   shattered   within   vision   like   thin   glass    .     a   brief   moment   after   hearing   the   twin’s   statement   ,   there   was   a   shake   of   his   head   .                    no   ,   you   didn’t    ...    you   made   it   better   ,   was   that   another   magic   trick   ...    ?                    but   tiers   remain   silent   ,   only   the   flourishing   rouge   that   took   over   entire   mien   was   apparent   .   furrowed   eyebrows   ,   not   of   rage    ...    but   of   curiosity   ,   trying   to   squint   hard   at   the   emotion   ,  ᴛʜɪꜱ   ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ   ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ   ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ    .