volleyballer

Your character suddenly trips, stumbling over their own two feet. Send me a ♣ for my character's reaction.

All facilities contained within the confines of the blond megane’s cranium were rattled with a shocking aclarity as gaze snapped to the side, entirely distracted from the set-up shot which was luckily aimed for someone else to spike. The slam of ball-on-flesh startled him back...

The stunned silence said it all, as the others within the hall gifted them with collectively startled looks. Tsukishima almost laughed at how Kageyama looked so constipated with that scrunched up and creepy expression. Instead he glanced to the locker room and then to the captain who gave him an exasperated go ahead, eyeing the Nekoma captain unfavourably still probably particularly due to his interruption of practise and with a snide comment to Noya and Tanaka in passing whose suppressed laughter was quite clear and obvious, he padded into the adjoining rooms to change from his volley gear and back into uniform. Eventual emergence from the locker room revealed he still seemed to be deep in thought about how the team would react. Some took it surprisingly well, and it looked like Noya and Tanaka were chanting about there being less competition for Kiyoko. Hard to tell if that could be considered supportive or not. In any case as his hands tucked into the pockets of his overcoat, his face tucked forwards so mouth down as hidden beneath the coincidentally peaked collar. "Did you have to tell everyone?" He asked quietly, side eyeing the fuck out of the elder.

Ah, the sweet sounds of volleyball. Kuroo could hear them even before he quietly stepped inside the gym. Looks like Karasuno was working hard, though his eyes were mostly watching the skinny blond gearing up for a spike from the more seasoned setter Karasuno had. Tsukishima’s spike ended up being received, and the other side had another chance. Perhaps the most surprising thing Kuroo saw though, was the blond’s block. It was a really great block that landed on the shorty’s side of the court. “Well, what’dya know? You can actually listen to me if you want. That was a really nice block just now, glasses-kun.”

All facilities contained within the confines of the blond megane's cranium were rattled with a shocking aclarity as gaze snapped to the side, entirely distracted from the set-up shot which was luckily aimed for someone else to spike. The slam of ball-on-flesh startled him back to motion long enough for the megane to form up with the other blockers, a soft tip their response and then a whistle calling time as if Ukai had just observed the presence of the dark haired ace from Nekoma. A sense of bewilderment seemed to befall most, as they stared nonplussed. Sawamura seemed to be the first to react- no, second judging by the way Sugawara's hand settled on his arm as if saying he could handle it. That was all before Tsukishima squirted water into his own mouth from the drinks bottle he'd bought and gave the elder an askanse look. Were they dating still? It's not like he'd heard from him, and he wasn't the type to initiate contact. Tch. He almost wanted to pin his forgotten birthday on the other guy except a social networking website had made it pretty clear the favour had been returned. "Happy birthday." He managed, tone dry and almost sarcastic. "Are you my present? Can I get a exchange?"

Send '✧' for our muses to go Christmas shopping together

Send '☏' for my muse to call yours for help, because their car has broken down in the middle of nowhere

Send me Umbrella and my muse will pull yours close to avoid the rain.

Send me three kinks and I'll put them in order of my characters favorite to least favorite.