whimsae.

     For once, she spends a day home from school actually doing nothing. Usually she studies whatever they were meant to see in class, even if she happens to be sick. But she’s emotionally drained and decides to just lounge around, carrying Nui and Cinnabun wherever she goes. She’s playing a game on the big screen at the living room when the door opens and Yohji walks in with all sorts of goodies from her favorite pastry shop. It’s a lovely surprise and they spent some time together just talking things out.

That evening, she’s reading in bed when she hears her phone jingling with a text tone. A moment of quietude placing itself between her reading the message and her fingers twitching to type out a reply.

[ contact ] Kageyama-kun  (=ↀωↀ=)✧ [ text ] goodnight [ text ] i’ll see you tomorrow, kageyama-kun

Upon waking, she still feels a little weird. When she makes it a point to never miss school if she can help it, it’s very telling. Her friends had mentioned that Kageyama-kun was doing something at school but she didn’t want to hear it. Either way, she’s probably going to be talked about. 

Her first instinct is to hide away, try to make herself as plain and imperceptible as possible, but she decides that what she should do is the contrary. So she braids her hair to keep it away from her face and goes to school with a constant reminder to hold her gaze level instead of letting it fall to the floor.

     the morning seems to be full of text messages from all over,  getting ready for something that he’s thrown some money out of the pocket for.  the timing is important,  so for once,  tobio is strangely organized.  he even takes some time to make his bed because the anticipation makes him want to do something while he waits for his grandmother to finish making breakfast.  and once she does finish,  he shoves it into his mouth and he’s out the door.

     on the way to school,  he makes a stop somewhere to pick up a small favor,  and carefully stows it in his bag for later.

     multiple people intercept alice as she passes through the school gates. once in the schoolyard,  one up the stairs,  one at the lockers,  and more in the hallway;  each bearing smile and a small gift------a fresh rose,  red and radiant.  it’s obvious that tobio put them all up to it at this point, but where is he?  standing outside of her classroom,  a twelfth rose in-hand,  its hue a stark white in contrast to the rest.  

     and when she arrives,  he squares his shoulders and looks up at her,  cheeks fluorescent with color.

As soon as she was lifted away from the taller raven, she was immediately hit with a wave of heart-crumbling sadness. Before she had given herself a chance to utter a sound, Lucille returned to her usual, mellow-cheery self. There was no winning against her. She clearly knows that she has him wrapped around her teeny-tiny finger.

❝You’re an absolutely adorable man, do you know that?❞ It was the only thing she could barely squeak out, promptly reaching out to clasp the entirety of her tiny hand within his rough ones – .and it sure was one of the best feelings in the world.

Keep aggravating her like that and he’d have worse than a slap lined up for him. The butter knife before her and his hand would do well to make a lasting impression – if she were to be so inclined.

‘Maximum tolerance, Dulcet. Maximum. Tolerance.’

…she’d still wanted to punch him.

The female forces the urge to maim him as far from her thoughts as possible as Sherlock finally appears willing to cooperate, holding herself straighter within her chair as mahogany hues zero in on the names being scribbled across the empty sheet. Her sympathies lay with Alfred Reynolds at the information so duly issued by the detective, though the evident frown still playing across full lips is indicative of her less then pleased reaction to his overall monotonous demeanor.

Must he sound quite so – condescending?

“Little sniffer dog?” She repeats lowly in utter disdain, her evident contempt for such a nickname not lost on anyone who might have heard her, and most certainly not him. “Is that really what you consider people to be? Literal mutts that come at your beck and call?”

The sharpness to her words would cut a lesser man in half. “Need I remind you, detective – I do not work for you, so the moniker in itself is entirely unnecessary.” You piece of shit. “Rather, you can instead give them my name – and perhaps I won’t have to make myself an utter inconvenience for you tomorrow and in the days to come, wouldn’t you say?” The manner in which she smiles at him is worrisome in itself, and he would do well to take heed.

She did not make such warnings lightly. “I do, after all, have somewhat of a stake of my own in this particular investigation, and I would hate to make things difficult for you.” 

Don’t test her.

And yet for all that she’d just said, it appears that in the next second that her frustrations with him seem to bleed out entirely, making to slide the slip of paper back towards her with a smile still clearly in place – a great deal less threatening then it’d been about just a moment prior.

“Now – at what time did you say they would be around? I’d like to be there nice and early, just so I can be sure I don’t cause any delays. Or miss anything, really. I don’t know if I can trust you to relay any information without finding it an utter chore, and I’d hate to put you through that. Not when I only intend to help, after all. I’m sure you’d appreciate it as much, wouldn’t you?”

     “ only when they dare to prod me so, “  he replies dismissively,  arms folding across his chest.

     so what if it is what he calls people?  doctor watson nor molly cooper never seemed to mind whatever they called him.  even detective anderson took his little insults like a champ,  though purely because his praise comes with a heavy grain of salt to begin with.  sherlock simply does not care for the woman’s threat,  no matter how dangerous the look in her eye,  the sharp smile upon her lips------because he’s seen it all,  and he knows how to play the same game.

     the moniker,  though,  is necessary.

     “ and i should remind you,  miss dulcet,  that there is a difference of value between us that would you would heed with care.  you could follow up with your threat and lose your key to just about every locked door,  and that would be it.  you would be stopped at the door,  with no other merit to your name than that you were a victim and that you want to conduct your own petty little investigation.  as far as you’re concerned,  you are under my responsibility,  like it or not. “

     the police have better things to do than spoon-feed another victim.

     “Sorryyyy.” It was a habit from back when they only chatted via text that she has a hard time breaking out of.

“Oh.” Alice chuckles at his practicality. “Thank you~! You got us a Kuroo-chan kitty, right~?” She didn’t have to ask at all. It’s very funny how everyone in the team somehow kinda looks like a cat, but their captain’s entire vibe was very feline. 

     “ ah...hey,  you mister over there! “  alice scuttles over to the blond and grabs a hold of his sleeve,  tugging him to a stop.  “ you’ve got a rip in your pants------your butt is showing. “

@whimsae

     As soon as she saw the banner saying her friend was online, Alice immediately clicked the voice chat option and waited for him to pick up. “Pi-chan, hi!” Greeting him cheerfully, she asked about his day while he got settled into his setup, nearly bouncing in her chair while waiting for the perfect time to say: “Stardew Valley has multiplayer now! Come farm with me!”

“w-what?!” is he some sort of mind reader? well maybe that wouldn’t be the case if he wasn’t like a big open book for him. he wears his worries on his face for kiyoharu to tell exactly what was he thinking about. he indeed was doing that and he was caught off guard. he wasn’t bothered that kiyoharu told him what he said earlier but he was just wondering if that was all he thought of him as. “h-how did you– no… nevermind.” a sigh leaves his lips. there’s no way he could convince him out of this. he accepts his defeat on this one.

“y-yeah… is that all you think about me?”

               cicadas echoes carry in the summer breeze, which now synchronize with the sound of shouyou’s causal humming. he tight-rope walks on the sidewalk, already ahead of kenma but not too far. a happy smile stretched across his face that glimmers faintly with sweat: ❛ ice cream! ice cream! tastiest treat around ~ ! ❜ it wasn’t often they saw each other ( only in school-settings ) but due to the summer semester finally ending, the two of them could finally reconnect and spend a few days with one another. since it was hot out, both decided it’d be good to get some ice cream and cool themselves off and also get a little bit of fresh air. the humming ceases, steps coming to a halt as he turns on his heel, his cheerful smile bright as the sun now directed towards him. ❛ ne, kenma! do you know what flavor are you going to get yet ? ❜

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