#valiaced

“Yeah, a friend and I have been playing until now.”

Actually, they have been playing for a while now. Almost an hour and a half without a pause outside of changing sets every so often and taking turns retrieving the ball after a few scores. This time, though, they decided to take a few drinks and renew their sunscreen before resuming their game.

“Say, you want to join us after this? If you’re here with a friend, they can come too, if they want.”

he hums as if weighing the options, already setting his flipflops beside the net pole and raising back to his full height with a stretch; his decision was made the moment volleyball was set on the table. ❛ i think it’s just me, but i’ll try to make it fun. ❜ 

      "Oh shit, you think? Then it's a good thing I got these blessed yesterday."

      Nana flashes a toothy grin and she brandishes both fists in front of her with a flourish, rolling them in the air before swinging an arm upwards to punctuate her statement. "Wa-pshhhh! That's pure demon-fighting power, baby!"

      "I wanna test out a very important theory tonight, and that theory is," she stops here for dramatic effect, steepling her fingers and staring intently towards Bokuto (and the camera). After a moment of silence, she continues, gravely: "Can I punch a ghost? Like, if Casper shows up and he just wants to hang then I won't, but if, like, Beelzebub comes here trying to attack my boy, then I gotta step in, right? It’s called loyalty.”

THE GREATEST SHOWMAN STARTERS.

“YOU SHOULD CARE about what happens after,” Lev COUNTERS, and maybe, just maybe, his grip tightens on Bokuto’s hand. It’s SLIGHT, probably subconscious and without Lev’s KNOWING, but they say what they say: like upperclassman, like underclassman. Lev grips with the same grip as Kuroo.

“What’s coming after is Fukurodani going home. Maybe you’ll COME cheer us on at the Nationals, dunno,” his grin widens. “S’not something I’m too worried about!”

     “Haaa? You serious, that’s really not the Skytree?!” Almost doubtfully, Nana tips her head up to squint at the tower’s silhouette, shielding her eyes from the glare of the early evening sun with the side of her hand. Her brows knit, lips twisting into a thoughtful downward pull. Well, now that he mentions it… the Skytree does have more… round-y bits near the top, doesn’t it? Huh.

     Her attention is grabbed by Bokuto again as his next words sound in her ears. There’s no follow-up jab about her mistake, just a familiar grin paired with a suggestion that comes as easy as any of their other mostly-impromptu plans. It’s what she likes so much about hanging out with Bokuto, really (among other things, but still)! Nana props closed fists against her hips and flashes a big, bright smile.