one white rabbit

                 “Neither. Our captain.”

Keiichi returns the gaze with the same expression as though to challenge the other, to speak his mind and give him a reason to have this team kicked off the Academy grounds. However, he is much more professional than that and even if he dislikes it, he represents this club so he has to be on his top behavior ( this is questionable considering his third year’s antics ). “No. I have not.” Was this a field trip of some sorts to their school? He has no recollection of this whatsoever, but since the other was already here... “I would have assumed he came to the gym, but I have yet to see another someone unfamiliar.” He checks his cellphone just to make sure. There were still ten minutes left before Ushijima-san returns from his run and it would take longer for the rest to finish. 

Okay, I feel like this needs to be addressed since it’s been happening a lot lately for no reason in particular. 

It is not okay to send anon hate to ANYONE EVER. Especially if they’re already feeling insecure about their writing and how people feel about them. 

There’s constructive criticism, and then there’s just straight up fucking hate and it makes me so upset that people actually think this is an okay to do. If you’re in a shitty mood, don’t go fucking taking it out on other people. Talk to someone about your feelings instead of sending someone hurtful messages about their writing. 

Not everyone has to be fucking fancy rpers, and not everyone has to be straight up canon. People can perceive and play the characters as they like, and it is not your place to say that they’re shit at doing it. 

Shit like this is what causes people to delete their blogs, and if that was your goal in the first place then you’re a terrible person for trying. If someone I know is doing this, or if your following me unfollow me right now because if I find out it was you that pushed my friend to feel bad about themselves and made them delete their blogs then there will be hell to be paid. 

That’s all I really have to say on the matter. It isn’t hard at all to be nice and not send people hate. Like literally, all you have to do is keep your shitty ass opinion to yourself. 

Oikawa couldn’t help but helplessly stare at him, realizing he was hard to read due to the lack of expressions he showed. She actually hated people like that– a pokerface? Was that what they called it? Not being able to see what was going on through the other person’s head was frustrating, and she disliked not being able to control someone. Even if she knew that having control over the boy should have been the last thing on her mind at that moment. If anything, he was the one who could control her; seeing her in such a state, he could blackmail her. The thought made her slightly stiffen up. He wouldn’t do that, right?

The words that followed left her with mixed emotions. On one side, he was complimenting her, but on the other– he was pitying her. She definitely didn’t want that. Oikawa, Aobajousai’s ace setter and captain could take care of herself. She didn’t need anyone else’s help. Or so that’s what she thought until the incident happened. Thinking what Iwaizumi would say left a bitter taste in her mouth and she quickly tried to shove the thought away. She would have time to confront him, not yet, but soon. It was a situation she wished she could run away from, despite knowing it would be inevitable.

There’s no helping with Keiichi’s lack of expression. He remains taciturn and serious, calm and collected, so unlike his twin sister who is much more boisterous and excited, emotional and expressive. It’s much easier to read Masako because she wears her heart on her sleeve ( it makes her vulnerable though ). Whereas Keiichi has always been the opposite, not because he’s forced to, but because he prefers it ( it means letting his sister shine ). Although this lack of expression may be unnerving to some, those who didn’t know him on a personal level would have trouble deciphering what exactly the blonde was feeling or his intentions to be honest. Hence why, Keiichi is very careful when it comes to handling Oikawa Toori.

She isn’t exactly a real life princess, but she is a queen ( just like how Ushijima is an emperor ). So when she stiffens, muscles tensing slightly, he pauses in his work. Did he do something wrong? “Sorry. Did I hurt you?” He doesn’t need a good scolding from her coach or Iwaizumi-san. Nor does he need for her to complain how he was bandaging her knee wrong ( or treating her wrong in the first place ). He surveys his handiwork one last time before standing up. “Good.” In the meantime, he’ll go get some ice for her knee. If he remembered right, and he most certainly did, there was an ice machine somewhere in the hall for athletes to use. “Then I will be back soon with an ice pack.” And he’ll stay until she’s done icing it before sending her home. “The match should be over soon and Masako would be happy to see you.” Technically, his sister was happy to see everyone and anyone on a sports team. This only made it rather difficult to determine who’s side she was on when matches came around. She cheered for both teams and there were times where she got looks from either side of the court. With that said, he turned away to get that icepack.

There are loud footsteps coming down the hallway and a strawberry blonde brunette almost misses the right doorway in her hurry, but she manages to catch herself. “OIKAWA-SAN!” Her hair was a mess, jacket and skirt skewed, and her glasses - Well, she readjusts them because how else is she supposed to see? “Are you okay? Keiichi said you got hurt and that’s why he’s getting ice and are you okay? I’ll make you get well milk bread!” Because that requires baking, not cooking, and she was good at that! “You’re okay, right?” She finally takes in a breath of air after speaking so quickly, settling down onto the floor across from the captain. There is nothing but concern and worry written across her face. Masako is and always will be, an open book for everyone and all to see.