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@adaptiveplay-blog
GUESS WHO'S OFFICIALLY 18 AND VIABLE FOR THE NSFW??? THAT'S RIGHT ME
It’s the Grand King! And Seijou’s ace!
Send "Is that my shirt?" for your muse finding mine in your muse's shirt
▎Haikyuu!! Season 2 ▎► episode 8 ◗ The Owl - Bokuto
❄ bc u wanted festive things uvu
5. My muse is walking through a park when they’re suddenly hit with a snowball, after looking around for a few moments, they discover yours hiding behind a tree with a hoard of snowballs.
тнєяє ωαѕ ѕσмєтнιиg єαѕιиg about walking through the park, on the way to and from school.
Of course, it would never be the same as Iwatobi, walking home with the sight of the shoreline just beyond his shoulder, but it was the next best thing now that Tokyo would be his new home. For the time being.
Even though the winter made the greenery stiff and bare to the cold weather, it didn’t stop him from imagining what these trees would look like during the warmer months - most especially in the spring. ѕσfт вяєєzєѕ whisping through the gaps between each branch, sending a flurry of cherry blossom petals to fly with the wind, eventually littering the ground with pints of pink. Some of these trees reminded him of the large ѕαкυяα tree that stood at the edge of his school yard back in elementary. However, the thoughts that went through his mind back then were nothing like the ones he had this very moment. He felt more… яєfяєѕнє∂…
Haruka had been standing in the same place for a couple minutes now, his thoughts now drifting, reminiscing about his friends and what they were doing this very moment. Rin was probably swimming for his next tournament right now in Australia. Nagisa and Rei… maybe inside studying. And Makoto… probably sifting through piles of assignments and sipping hot chocolate at home–
–his musings came to an abrupt halt the minute he something felt something cold hit his shoulder, triggering him to flinch in place. He was only wearing a light blue hoodie today as the weather decided to be warm enough not to wear a full winter jacket., so he could feel a bit of the snow still on him, and seeping through the fabric of his hoodie. Still. Any higher, and he’d have definitely been hit square on the cheek.
∂αяк, thin brows furrow in both mild annoyance but mostly confusion as he looked around the seemingly vacant area for the culprit. It only took him moments before he found them – noticing the movement occurring behind one of the many trees that aligned the very pathway he stood on.
The glimpse of a familiar scarf, and those long, sleek яιввσиѕ of dark hair falling around shoulders made the dolphin conclude it to be one person. It brought a frown upon his lips.
“ Oi. ”
No response, yet there was a brief period where gleaming violet irises peered at him before quickly disappearing again behind the tree trunk. He could already see the top of her head poking out just as she reached for another tightly balled handful of snow. But instead of calling out again, Haru’s eyes narrowed as he backed away, tentatively reaching down to scoop up some snow of his own.
This time, he’d been ready – the second time a snowball came hurling his way, he’d ducked and missed it by a hair; a quick swing of his arm before his snowball came in contact with the side of the tree where he previously saw the girl peeking at him from, obliterating to pieces upon impact. A small squeak of alarm as though not expecting an encounter attack - lifting a faint ѕмιяк along the raven’s features as he took shelter behind the adjacent tree. It reminded him of the water gun fight that took place during the festival at Samezuka Academy.
He may not look the type at first, but there was always a strong will of competition hidden behind that cool demeanour.
“ You’re not getting me a second time. “
straight from my insta but I got the game 8-))))
Send '👶' for answers about our muses as parents!
Who is strict?: Who is more lenient?: Which do the kid go to when the other says no?: Who wakes up first to check the crying baby?: Who teaches them ‘the birds and the bees?: What does the one parent do that makes the other mad?: Who is first to cry or get emotional on ’big days’?: Who is most likely to embarrass their kid?: Public, Private, or Home schooled education?:
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“AHH!! L-L-LOOK OUT!” panic reflected in brown orb’s as hinata delivered his frantic warning. the decoy’s aim was horribly off and feared for the worst once the volleyball aimed straight for the stranger’s head.
His frantic squeals caught her attention as she walked into the gym. The ball was coming at her, his aim apparently off. She figured from his fidgety behavior that this wasn’t the first time he had messed up a play. Instinctively she stepped back and crouched, arms twisted and straight to hit the ball back in a receive. The ball landed next to him, bouncing and rolling past him as she stood back up to straighten out her skirt.
“It’s alright. I used to play volleyball in junior high, so fly balls were normal. Do you need help serving maybe? I play basketball now, but I could still help.”
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“Nice serve!”
That was the first thing she heard when the player behind the white line tossed the ball into the air and smacked it with the palm of his hand. It went straight over the net, a receive quick to follow as the other team jumbled around in a position to attack. What looked like a setter took a jump near the net, aiming towards a wing spiker on the other side of the court.
But just like that, the setter tips the ball off the side of the net. His fingers were the last thing to touch the ball as it lightly and quickly fell towards the set point, yet the opposing libero caught it last minute.
Aoba Johsai was always full of surprises; the fact that they were was not.
Oikawa Tooru, the main setter of the team, passed a quick and strategic toss to a spiker, one she didn’t recognize. He must have not been a regular, but that didn’t matter. When his hand hit the ball in his split second spike, it smacked onto the floor with a large BOOM! No one was surprised, but there was still shock.
Aoba Johsai had won the game, 2-0.
The other team was crushed, which was something she could sympathize with. She was just glad she didn’t know anyone on the team personally, otherwise she would have been devastated herself. Instead, she pointed her attention to the spiker during that last point. It was odd to say, but he looked like a mini Oikawa.
She waited for them to finish their bows and goodbyes before heading onto the court to confront the surprise spiker. Oikawa usually set to Iwaizumi, so this guy must be special, too.
“Excuse me,” she asked calmly, her head turned upwards with her hands to her side. “Who are you and how did you learn to spike like that?”
Aone was of course startled; he wasn’t used to anyone touching him, let alone approach him in the first place. But now that he had a grasp on her… strange intentions, he allowed himself to return to a calmer demeanor. He gave a soft shrug of his shoulders when she questioned him, since he didn’t really have any problem, he just wasn’t used to something like this.
He shook his head as an answer, focusing more on his breathing, taking note that his heart beat indeed was usually slow and calming. Though her statement of wanting to have some of his patience still confused him, since there were plenty of other gentler looking people around that were just as calm in appearance. Wouldn’t they be more approachable than the iron wall?
The best thing that could happen was that he calmed down, allowing her to feel that soft, slow heartbeat she had reached for in the first place. Even his blank stare couldn’t rile her up; she was gradually becoming calmer the longer she stayed in his presence.
“... Good. I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” After a while, she exhaled through her nose, removing her hand from his chest.
“I know it’s weird for me to take pleasure in listening to your heartbeat, but you’re so composed in games and outside, too. So I thought I’d see how easily you could adjust to a sudden touch of the chest. You coped well, just as I expected.” Looking him up and down, her eyes rose up to his face again, a near foot above her.
“How do you adjust so well? Especially during volleyball games.”