#unblume

❝ look at you ! i was beginning to have second thoughts about my map directions . ❞ the instructor , as he had introduced himself during their last visit , stood with his hands resting on his sides , oddly proud of himself . ❝ i told you before , it's a remote kind of place . how many times did you get lost ? ❞ / @unblume

— 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡. ft @unblume

          “u-um, kuroo-san...” 

          her voice came out quiet, hesitant and unsure. even though she’d rehearsed her speech over and over in her mind all day, her nerves got the better of her. her fingers fiddles with her sleeves and her feet shuffled awkwardly on the floor. 

          it was just the two of them left in the club room – everyone else had gone home, even kenma, who usually walked home with the captain. 

          “this fake dating thing... is it something you want to keep up? i don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me, because i’m sure you’d rather have the opportunity to date someone you actually like.”

          if she had the guts, if she could psyche herself up to be bold just once, she could tell him the truth; she no longer wanted to keep up the act because she wanted to actually date him.

          SHE  STIRS  FROM  SLEEP  WITH  A  MURMUR ,   shifting her head to be able to wipe the sleep from her eyes beneath the frames of her glasses. the motion lifts her ever so slightly from his shoulder, but when she feels her hair spill over it, kiyoko feels her eyes widen. [ had she been leaning on him ? ] the lull of the evening bus must have helped her drift to sleep, contented with the memories of a day— & a date— well-spent. but perhaps, it had helped her forget her surroundings, too. 

          kiyoko straightens in her seat, finding herself bowing her head quietly to iwaizumi-san in a silent apology. if she had been any more aware of what she was doing, she would have never fallen asleep on him ( much less in the public of a bus ). it hadn’t been a bad feeling : the firmness of his shoulder, toned from volleyball practice, yet not hard or bony enough to discomfort her as she had leaned into it, closed her eyes, & drifted off ...

          but not her place. her eyes lower to avoid admitting any more fault, but they linger on the splay of his fingers, nearly in her reach. [ it would be best not to push her luck. as they’ve only dated for a short time, she really shouldn’t be so touchy with him ... ] 

          over the bump of the bus as it chugs along, her glasses begin to slip down the bridge of her nose, & she doesn’t move to adjust them for fear that another movement outside of her acceptable bounds would be too much ... instead, she blinks & clears her throat softly, considering her reply.  ❛  oh. dream ? i don’t think i was asleep long enough to have one ... was i ?  ❜

     Double checking that she had all her chocolates ready takes a little too long and Alice ends up arriving later than usual at school, which keeps her from going to Yuu’s class to give him his. But she can do it at lunch time or after classes, so she doesn’t worry about it too much. She’s certainly not expecting him to show up in hers instead, and looks up with a smile when he stops beside her. Before she can even say good morning, much less reach to the paper bag meant for him, he’s giving her a box.

Hearing that it’s from her favorite little girl in the entire world has her gasping soundly, the green of her eyes seemingly sparkling with fondness as she admires the gift. “Thank yoooou~” She coos, holding the box to her chest with a big smile.