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                           i    am

           {{Ｒ  Ｉ  Ｐ  Ｐ  Ｅ  Ｄ}}

–milky

accidental affection

     Practice with various teams took a toll on Seijou’s setter today -- It wasn’t much of a surprise, considering he had been up all of the previous night watching and observing volleyball matches as per usual. How he passed out on a couch next to Nekoma’s captain was beyond him; he’d be far too exhausted to bother remembering even if he were awake. 

Dark eyes rolled at his statement. She’d heard that Oikawa liked to spend some of his late night hours watching volleyball matches and ‘studying up’ on players. The girl gave a small shrug at his question. Technically, she was fine, but her emotions were a bit frayed. ❛— I guess. It’s been a few weeks since it happened. I’m still not allowed to play, though. ❜ Just one look at the girl and you could tell how much the last statement was eating up at her inside. Hands on the chains holding the swing up tightened their grip. 

     It was clearly visible in the other’s eyes just how she felt; maybe it was easy for Oikawa to tell, though, him having experienced similar difficulties. He tried to offer a smile, thinking that the gesture would help her mood a bit. 

          ❝ Ah, sorry.. You should be able to play soon, though -- You should treat the issue with care, y’know? The better you take care of your knee, the sooner you’ll be able to play. ❞

     Helping someone from another team like this felt pretty strange. Actually, being this open with someone in general felt a bit strange. 

          ❝ Look, I know it’s tough, I do -- But you don’t seem like the type of person to let this take over. ❞

send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me

send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine

send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch

     (( my work here is done ))

     (( but i didnt do anythign ))

        chibichanx

     Oikawa could only manage out a short laugh when asked the same question, almost making it seem as if he completely disregarded it. Despite this, he made his way over to the set of swings the female occupied, listening to what she has to say as he did so. 

          ❝ Your knee, huh? ❞

     He had no idea the girl had any problems with her knee; he felt some sort of empathy for her due to his own condition when it came to his knee. He sat on the swing beside hers, nonchalantly swaying in the seat.

          ❝ Me? I’ve just been doing some research-- ❞

     Research on volleyball players. That was probably almost obvious to anyone who knew the setter.

He crinkled his nose at the cheek kiss, it showed that he obviously enjoyed it– but a little upset that it was only on the cheek, when he knew that Oikawa was capable of doing so much more… it was almost like he was holding back from him… that bastard.

❝ Hey… ❞ He held a hand against his cheek, only allowing his gaze to reached the other’s momentarily. ❝ — Oikawa-kun… ❞

And right when the other would face the other, Anthony would allow his hands to grab onto the other’s shirt, balling his hands up to pull the other into a more directed kiss– one which resided on the lips. It was much better this way.

     The few moments that the setter had to prepare himself for what was to come felt far too short; it wasn’t bad, though -- there are just things that you can’t exactly prepare yourself for, this being one of them. Despite the boy’s pretty open and outgoing personality, he wasn’t one to be slick when it came to romantic interactions, even if it did seem as if he knew what he was doing at times. 

         As he picked her up, Katsumi wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. While he couldn’t see, she grinned to herself.          She could totally milk this sickness if she wanted, and get him to be extra kind to her and be her maid.

         They reached her bedroom and she draped one hand over her brow, sighing dramatically. “Woe is me, I’m so sick… I need a knight in shining armour to look after me — to pat my forehead, to feed me soup, to wrap me in blankets.” 

     He sat beside her as she rested on her bed, a smile curling up on his lips in response to the girl’s overly dramatic actions. 

          ❝ Oh, so now you claim to need all this help, hm? ❞

     Not that he was complaining or anything; helping Katsumi out wouldn’t be a problem at all. Well, that’s what he thought, anyway. 

          ❝ I assume that I’m this ‘knight in shining armor’ you’re looking for, right? ❞