◜. * ₊ it felt a tad childish, this wavering glimpse and a smile hidden behind the wipe of a wrist over the lips ; a chance meeting beneath the bleachers and practice continuing on as if their captain had never vanished in the first place. the sound of sneakers against freshly waxed flooring and the slap of the ball -- bouncing against the arms of players and hitting the ground with disappointing precision -- hid him well enough when he slipped through the locker rooms and out the doors to the parking lot, now mostly void of cars and activity as classes had let out a multitude of hours ago. the sun was still low, but not quite reaching the beginnings of sunset ; the sky still blue as their uniforms and a scattering of clouds littering its ocean of mid - afternoon.
◜. * ₊ now it was only the students willing to stay afterward, the volleyball boys on their first day back after a short break over the weekend and the very few clubs that traveled into the later hours of the day and of course the one person oikawa had texted in hurried steps as he had made his way from his home room to the gym -- this almost delighted look upon his features only complimenting his lack of suave charm that came whenever he wasn’t knee deep in practicing his returns for the past hour and a half.
◜. * ₊ “ well, well, “ he starts almost on cue, still holding onto the doorframe. as he continues, he begins to scoot the doorstopper within the crack of its closing form ; surely he would not lock himself out again just for the walk of shame to the front hall. “ no afternoon tea with the rich kids ? “
◜. * ₊ he teases, only approaches when he is assured the door is successfully and permanently opened just a crack, and soon he is completely forgetting his own lack of proper attire. anyone of status would find a touch from a boy still fresh from sweating his way through practice a tad insulting, but he does so quickly in the form of a gentle hand at hikaru’s bicep, soft lips against the corner of his mouth much like the hush of a well - earned secret.
◜. * ₊ “ i’ll try not to bore you this time. “
.˚ 𖥻. addressed to @lonespring | a kiss in secrecy !