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     another day begins with the rising sun, slowly starting to heat the cool nights air as kuroo pulls on his sneakers, tying the laces into double knots. mostly everyone was still sleeping, trying to grab as much rest as they could before the days work began. he uses his legs to push his body up from the hammock he calls a bed — at one time, he’d winced every time he stood up in the morning, cursing how low the hammock was tot he ground, but no longer. 

    the smell of bacon wafts through the air and straight to his nose, causing his stomach to grumble alerting him to how hungry he actually is. he wonders how long they’d already been awake, working on the food. thank whoever was above for the kitchen staff. 

   kuroo nods to a few people just beginning to wake up, as he makes his way over to the map-room. the building comes up in his line of sight fairly quickly, the path already memorized in his head — it’s walls are made completely out of sticks woven and held together by rope and leaves. the building looks sturdy despite the materials it was made from. covering the last ten feet his pushes through the door, only slightly surprised to see someone else inside. 

   “section five should be open today.”       ( @citycwl )

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ipelppa‌:

       get rid of him? kenma’s eyes widen briefly, a split expression between surprise and disbelief. his expression smooths back out quickly, a huff of breath leaving his lungs without inflection. 

he thinks, perhaps unfairly, that kuroo just hasn’t been paying enough attention because for all he doesn’t say kenma has never pushed him away. has never kept anything from him that would give that impression, either. not really. not even now — except… the things that not even kenma has acknowledged for himself. whatever that may be. 

      kenma feels a strangled plea claw itself up his throat and swallows it before it can find its way to surface. it would be so easy to get what he wants. all he has to do is reach out before the moment breaks apart and say don’t go. 

there is no part of him whatsoever that doubts kuroo would stay. fingers twitch at his side, itching to curl around kuroo’s wrist; to stop him from going, to steady himself. kenma’s chest flares warm, shamed by how badly he wants to. 

it unsettles him sometimes — the knowledge that he holds power in situations like this; that if he gave any indication of what he needed or wanted with the barest hint of seriousness, kuroo would comply. probably without argument or thought or hesitation, in nearly any circumstance. it makes him feel guilty.

       the moment passes. kuroo steps out of reach.

       kenma watches him bridge the gap between the two of them and everyone else. he tries not to feel it like a loss but the flare of warmth in his chest hollows out like a vacuum.

       he rips his golden gaze away, forcing his focus on pulling his phone out of his pocket and tapping open a game app mindlessly. it’s just something to pass time; to keep him from watching the way kuroo’s body curls invitingly toward pretty girls, to keep him from listening to the way kuroo’s voice drops low with intention. 

he drops his head a little, letting his hair fall forward in a curtain around his face so he can’t see them anymore. it does little to prevent his mind from wandering. he knows how selfishly he relies on his best friend for so much already and the dwindling time before everything changes only heightens kenma’s acute awareness of every minuscule detail in the fleeting minutes as the countdown lessens. 

it wouldn’t be fair to keep him, he reminds himself, also acutely aware of his own bitterness, he is not yours. not really. not entirely. something harsh and needy whispers but he is! he’s mine! mine mine mine mineminemine. talk about not fair.

kuroo flirts because he can; he’s an attractive, intelligent, funny and talented young man, so why shouldn’t he flirt with girls and even guys on occasion. his mother thinks he’s charming and none of his friends had ever said anything about it, why should he stop? it’s all in good fun, it’s all harmless. he may flirt with girls that smile and bat their eyelashes at him, and maybe he’ll make-out with them once in awhile or even bed one or two. kuroo doesn’t ever ask them on dates, he doesn’t accept their confessions, he never tries to pursue a relationship with them. for the most part anyway, there have been a few instants where he’s pushed things a bit further.

      though he’s still unsure of where yukie falls into things. they’ve been less than safe for workplace on a few occasions, and they’ve gone out to dinner once and lunch twice but kuroo hasn’t ever really asked her out on a date. all their meals together had been on accident due to other friends cancelling on them, or plans had to be changed. part of him is fine with how things are going, but another part of him wonders if maybe he should try and settle down and stop hopping from woman to woman or man to man.

      so he flirts with her, touches her hand, her face. he’ll play with her hair, and laugh at her jokes. he’ll put his arm around her shoulders and whisper in her ear with a smirk on his face. and maybe he even says he’ll text her later when he’s alone.

       but he goes back to practice when the time calls for it, and he flashes her a smile or two when they’re playing their set. there are no more mistakes on his part despite the fact that she’s still there with her friend watching him play. kuroo hits every single note there is, and he flows into the next song effortlessly like he’d been playing these since he was born into this world. when it all comes down to it kuroo can focus, and he can do his job well; he’d been playing the guitar since he was small, this is all second nature to him. their practices are second nature to him, the way he can always fit into the same groove they left their last practice off at, how he can always immediately relax whenever he’s around the band. no girl would be able to take that away from him.

       practice ends a few hours later. kuroo bids yukie a farewell with a promise to text her later that he’ll probably forget until she texts him and heads back over to put his guitar away properly in it’s case. adjusting the shoulder strap he glances over his shoulder at kenma, who he’s sure is ready to get home and away from everyone. he knows kenma doesn’t hate them, he just knows that any amount of interaction with people takes a lot of energy out of him. most of the time they just sit in silence while kenma plays his video games and kuroo catches up on some shows he missed or works on some school work. “hey kenma!” he places the strap of the guitar case over his shoulder, as he waits near the opening of the garage. “ready to go?”

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ipelppa‌:

      the performance feels good, the minor bump of a few misplaced bass beats and all. kenma is not nearly naive enough to think that they’re the best band in all of japan but he is smart enough to know they might have a chance when it comes to their prefecture at least. they’ll have their work cut out for him against bokuto and akaashi but if they place passed them, they’ll have to deal with ushijima and the ( arguably more difficult, ) fan favourite, oikawa tooru. he lets these thoughts distract him for the duration of the bridge before the arrival of the girls — well, technically, the slip of kuroo’s steady rhythm, which alerts him to the girls in the first place —steals his attention.

         kenma’s eyes go sharp but otherwise there is no outward change. internally, he holds a little tighter to the sound of kuroo’s fingering; digs his feet in a little deeper to the bass line; feels the drums a little harsher than his own heart beat. audiences, however small, always make him hyper aware. 

he can’t help but care what they think. in normal circumstances he would do everything possible to remain invisible — and really ( it’s almost funny how easily ) he still kind of pulls it off while being the vocalist. kenma is by no means the front man of the band the way most vocalists are; he happily takes a backseat to kuroo. it would be hard not to even if he was trying.

 his gaze flicks over the girls quickly, taking notice of the way their eyes don’t spare him a glance. he thinks, to their credit, it’s partially because they know he doesn’t quite like the attention. however, he knows it’s mostly because they’re too busy swooning over kuroo to bother with the rest of them. yukie especially. 

something ugly flares up under his skin, heated — like a tiny part of him wants to raise his voice, put more emphasis on his vibratos and show off a little. it’s the same part of him that viciously thinks stop looking at him, look at me instead. how selfish it is of him, he knows, to want even for a second to deny everyone else his best friend. even if that means forcing himself into the spotlight. he doesn’t even understand it himself; not in a way that provides an explanation he’s can easily, currently accept.

           the song is over but he hardly notices that they’ve all stopped. his irritation is now so heady that he can’t pay much focus to anything at all but is paying far too much attention to everything simultaneously. 

they’re running out of time, the band. not just before the showcase but before everything changes. kuroo will go to university and it will become difficult to hold practices and even more difficult to find time for the two of them outside it. 

he wants more, he realizes. it’s not enough — what they have left. it feels like it’s being wasted, having to share kuroo’s attentions and affections and precious time with anyone else. even their band mates. kenma catches the small exchange between yukie and kuroo and feels his own expression go carefully blank, perfectly bored. 

he’s over it. he’s done. he doesn’t even want to partake in this conversation with kuroo which is counter productive considering his previous thought process. he can’t help it. the irritation increases. the praise sparks a small feeling in his chest but the annoyance suppresses it. 

“ lev still sucks and you fumbled a few chords, ”  he cuts kuroo a long suffering look that shows exactly how much he doesn’t want to be there anymore as he says it. the comment isn’t meant to be cruel and it doesn’t sound it; kenma is just stating his observation and if it lets kuroo know that he hasn’t missed the flirtation with yukie, then that’s just another conversation he doesn’t have to hold. 

he waves a hand lazily at his guitarist in a gesture meant to shoo him away, a dismissal: i’m fine, kuro. go flirt with your fans, it says. it is the exact opposite of what he really wants but he is not selfish enough to actually ask for that.

   there’s a benefit and a downfall to knowing someone for so long, on one hand kuroo is grateful because kenma as a whole doesn’t like to talk much so most of what he tries to say is said with looks and body language and knowing him so long has made kuroo aware of the little ticks; however, that’s also the downfall of it. sometimes it’s nice to just be able to ignore what’s not being said, especially if it has to do with girls, but with kenma he actually can’t. 

       kuroo knows he’ll just point out observations, so he also knows that kenma is aware that the slip up was caused by the girls coming to their rehearsal. which could be another reason that kenma is the way he is right now. they both know that their time with the ease of scheduling practice is coming to an end, just like their time to practice before the showcase and the last thing that they need is to be taking breaks to flirt with girls. but that doesn’t stop yamamoto from flirting with them, and it’s not going to stop him either  — the only thing capable of stopping him is kenma. 

     if kenma were to tell him that they needed to practice right now, then kuroo would throw their drummer back to his drum set, pick up his guitar and start practicing their set until kenma said they were done. if his best friend were to turn around and tell him that the flirting was interrupting their time together he would put a stop to that immediately and pick it up once the two parted ways for the night. there are few things in his life that he cares about more then he cares about kenma. just like he knows that there are very few people that kenma opens up too and kuroo isn’t going to do anything to jeopardize that.

       there’s a bit of confused look on his face as he watches kenma wave his hand at him, like he’s a dog that’s begging too much. which is offensive in two ways, he’s not a dog and kuroo isn’t the type of person that gets shooed away. while his words might say one thing his body language and the little nuances that he’s learned over the years say otherwise. “everyone makes mistakes sometimes. unless you’re lev, then you write the book on mistakes.” he says while glancing over at their bassist who is still getting an earful from yaku, there’s a frown on his own face — even he doesn’t want to get yelled at by yaku. 

    kuroo shakes his head and turns his attention back to kenma. it only takes him a little while to come to a decision: there is a conversation that needs to be had, but right now in front of the band and the girls is not the place. “why do i feel like you’re trying to get rid of me?.” kuroo frowns again, giving kenma one last look before turning around to head toward the girls.

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ipelppa‌:

     golden eyes lift sharply, cutting toward kuroo abruptly. his stare is blank, calculating and quite fearless for someone who literally just flinched away in their insecurity. kenma looks at him for a long moment before he shifts his gaze back to his game, sparing a second or two for shinju where they’re still nuzzling against his calf. tension seeps out of his shoulders despite the shrill height to kuroo’s voice. kenma doesn’t recognize him as a threat by any means, if perhaps a bit… irritating? that’s not the word but kenma doesn’t know what is and it’s a close enough place holder for the time being.

     “ acts like you, ” he offers by way of explanation, though it probably creates more questions than it answers. kenma almost adds talks like you but that would give away more affirmative implications to the rumors surrounding him than he’s comfortable with. “ same… ” kenma lifts a hand from his game without looking at kuroo and moves two fingers to insinuate a walking figure, “ ..strut ”  is the closest word to what he means and the connotation that comes with it ticks up the corner of his mouth. “ ’cept shinju’s not so… noisy. ”  he looks up again at the mentioned feline as he says it, as if the little purr they emit was calling his attention. carefully, so as not to disrupt them, he shifts his legs so they’re crossed ( which clears up enough of the window seat for someone else to sit there, if they so desired to, but if that’s intentional, kenma keeps it to himself ) and watches as shinju crawls into the space between thighs and conforms to the shape of it despite being a bit too big.

       kenma shifts a little more to accommodate them and hums a little noise to the meow he earns him. he almost forgets kuroo is there, except the weight of his gaze is hard to ignore.  having cleared the level he was working on, he allows his attention to shift back to the slytherin, if only indirectly.

   that doesn’t clear up his question, it only adds so many more. over the years he’d heard that sometimes dog owners tend to look like their dogs, but he’d never heard of a person and their cat walking and acting the same — or, well, the walking part anyway  —, that just seems a little bit far out. he’s a little confused, but he watches shinju regardless trying to figure out if that’s how he actually walks.

    “she struts like i do?” kuroo asked, raising an eyebrow in the other’s direction emphasizing the word strut if only to be a pain in the ass. when the space on the side of the window seat becomes available, he only debates sitting there for a short time before taking up the space. with his back against the stone, he situates himself to face the blonde, one of his knees knocking against the window and not being shy in the slightest when their shoes touch. “that’s a bit of an odd statement, don’t you think?” shinju takes a moment to stretch her paws outward, before curling them back into herself, and nuzzling father into the boys lap than she already was. kuroo would be lying if he said that he wasn’t jealous.

    maybe there was something to this ravenclaw that he could learn from, a secret if you will, as to how he’s managed to befriend all of the felines in the castle. he’d never shied away from referring to himself as a crazy cat man as the muggles would say. 

    kuroo makes it a point to figure out whatever this ravenclaws secret is, whatever it takes.

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ipelppa‌:

      the attention that he got from being the vocalist, he could have done without but the choice had been between singing in kuroo’s band and staying close to his best friend or being put on kuroo’s back burner. it hadn’t really a choice. there wasn’t any way he could say no to kuroo, at least not for long ( not for anything that mattered ). he had fought it every step of the way though, of course — kenma hadn’t ever wanted to be like the j-pop and k-pop idols; he hadn’t ever had that phase growing up where he wanted to be a rockstar, either — but when it came down to it ( though he’ll likely never admit it ) he didn’t hate it. the practicing, the attention, the annoying stress of it aside, kenma found he had a decent voice and that he kind of liked using it.

      his body doesn’t move in the showy ways bokuto or shouyou bounce across a stage but the drums vibrate through his feet and the bass line thrums up his spine and it is enough to move his head to the beat; to sway just a bit when he forgets to remember that other people can see him doing it. 

his fingers flex around the mic a beat before his cue and then he leans into it, eyes cutting away from the neck of kuroo’s guitar to find a spot on the opposite wall ( because he needs to practice pretending to engage an audience, ) and he sings.

      he isn’t lazy about it but his voice bends slowly over kuroo’s melody, only a touch lower than his speaking tone. the words come easy — he doesn’t have to think about them the same way he has to think about his timing but ( he blames his earlier irritation, even as it melts away ) it comes naturally today.

   the spring showcase was coming up much faster than he’d like to admit, and so much was riding on their performance. not only was kuroo going to be going away to university in the next year, but this was their last chance of advancing this year before practicing was going to get hard. he’d always known that once third year was over he was going to have to make a decision about either staying with the band or going to university, he just didn’t think it was going to come as fast as it did. the downfalls of growing older.

   practice was going surprisingly well thus far, kuroo was worried that lev was going strum the wrong cord, or knock something down  — which he usually does, because he gets far too excited. but they were doing the best they’ve done in a few days. by now lev would have messed up, their manager  — for all intent and purpose  — would have been spewing steam from his ears, and kenma would have looked bored as hell. thankfully the four of them are working well together, well enough that kuoro thinks they might actually have a chance at making it pretty far in the showcase. he’s more proud than anything when they all manage to get through the set with only minor slip ups, mostly on lev’s part and only once at his when he sees yukie and kaori standing off to the side watching their practice; he’ll blame it on a slip of the fingers though.

   thankfully the set ends without any interruptions from lev’s questioning or yaku yelling at them because they’re not playing to their best. once they finish he watches as yamamoto rushes over to meet yukie and kaori, a wide smile set on his face as he brags about his playing. kuroo doesn’t miss the way yukie smiles at him as he puts his guitar back in it’s case. both of his hands run through his hair, walking past lev and yaku and over to kenma, though he doesn’t try and hide the playful smirk he sends in yukie’s direction before he rounds the microphone stand. “you’re exceptional as always today.”

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ipelppa‌:

       kenma barely registers the sound of footsteps and that in itself says something about how quiet kuroo is on his feet. aside from the stilling of his hand where it brushes over the tabby’s ear, there is no indication that he notices the arrival before kuroo’s falls in against the wall, languid as the feline curling its tail around kenma’s calf. it nearly makes him smile, which is to say that the corner of his mouth gives a little uptick at the thought. the similarity is only made more amusing by the fact that kenma is also quite like the tabby but in actuality.

        he draws his hand back toward his chest where it curls around the edge of his muggle gaming device, gold eyes flicking lazily toward the slytherin. he gets the sense that the question is not really meant for him but even if it was, kenma makes no verbal attempt to answer it. for what it’s worth, he makes no attempt to hide his contraband nor ignore kuroo entirely. he’s never been particularly talkative but the habit of holding his tongue has only increased since the month of silence he endured in his third year. the rumors that surrounded that particular silence weren’t all far off, either. his reputation for being a cat whisperer having already planted the seed that he might be one himself. not that kenma ever openly admits or denies it either way.

       his head cants, just slightly as he curls into himself a little bit, self conscious. it is, like kuroo’s movements, quite feline in nature ( though perhaps a bit more skittish than languid ). “ i should have known they were yours, ” when he does speak, it’s slowly, like he’s carefully ( maybe uncertainly ) picking out his words, “ do… they… have a name…? ”

  ever since he was a little boy he’d been obsessed with felines of all shapes and sizes, having four house cats at once, and he regularly feed three strays at any one time. most of his time playing outside was playing with his cats in the yard, or walking around the neighborhood looking for other strays he hadn’t be acquainted with yet. it was no different now that he’s at school, except for the three house cats, seeing as the school only allowed one pet per student. that didn’t stop him from wandering around the castle and getting to know some of the friendly felines that roamed around. it was perhaps the only time that kuroo wasn’t trying to harass the younger students in the school.

    he’d heard of the ravenclaw that seemed to attract all of the cats in the castle. whenever someone would see them curled up in the corner of somewhere there were always at least three or four cats around them or in the immediate vicinity — it was something that both annoyed kuroo and made him jealous. kuroo had made it his personal mission to uncover his secret, because there’s no way that he’s a better cat person than he is.

    “of course she has a name.” he watches the feline curl up near the others shoes, her eyes closing and opening slowly in kuroo’s direction. damn right you love me. “her name is shinju.”  now that he’s actually laid eyes on this mysterious cat whisperer, he really can’t blame the cats; his golden eyes are quite cat-like. 

    kuroo’s arms cross loosely over the front of his chest, with his eyes flickering from the blonde to the cat at his feet before something crosses his mind. “what did you mean i should have known they were yours?” it strikes him as odd considering that shinju is a new cat, that he’d gotten at the end of last year when he’d gone home before his other feline passed away. this is the first year anyone has seen him with this particular cat.

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ipelppa‌:

       it isn’t just the lack of his game that bothers him but the lack of distraction. he knows they have to practice — he doesn’t even mind it that much, even if it is tedious and frustrating when he messes up the words or the timing. he had just kinda wanted to sing on the same stage shouyou played on so he’s kinda bummed to begin with. not to mention he’s tired and lev is annoying. 

golden eyes flicker upward and over, fixing kuroo with a look. he doesn’t say anything to his friend but his fidgeting stops, one hand shifting to wrap around the mic almost unconsciously while he other makes a wavy gesture for yamamoto to count the rest of the band in.

    he doesn’t give kenma another response whether it be a look or verbal, he just listens to yamamoto count them into their next song. just as always once their practice begins kuroo can’t help but become sucked in, every time his fingers hit the strings he feels like his body is electric. he can hear everything so much better than before, every note any of them hit, strum or sing sounds like all of their hard-work paying off — even with their mistakes here and there, he always remembers that they’ve come a long way from where they were when they first started.

  he remembered when he got his first guitar and how terrible he was at playing it, so bad that his mother would try her best to politely tell him to limit his time with the instrument. or how when he’d first met yamamoto he’d been playing drums on some flipped over bins with markers and his hands. kenma, kuroo remembers, not even wanting to sing for a band in the first place, it took kuroo so much time begging him before he even agreed against his will. now here they are, practicing to head to the stage for the spring showcase.

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ipelppa‌:

     kenma has tucked themself into the corner of his favourite secluded alcove, on a window seat that always seems to soak up a bit more sun than the rest. he has muggle gaming device hidden behind an open book, wary more of people asking questions than getting in trouble for having a contraband item. the perks of yaku a prefect and having a soft spot for them.

      something small hops up on the seat beside him and kenma knows even before he drops his gaze that it’s a cat. they are well acquainted with all the felines in the castle. in fact, according to issei, they’ve drawn up quite the reputation for being hogwarts’ resident cat whisperer. though, when issei had said so he had cast a curious glance at the slytherin table that kenma didn’t care to inquire about. they lift a hand away from his game to pay the tabby cat some attention, the corner of his mouth twitching a little. they don’t know who’s cat it is — but it kind of reminds him of shouyou.  /  @bedheadboi

  it should be no surprise to anyone attending hogwarts that kuroo is in sorts a feline. in fact, he was convinced for a few years during his childhood that he was in fact able to transfigure into a cat —   a statement that has yet to been proven, and might never be. but he’s quiet on his feet, he has fast reflexes, can often be found lounging in the sun, and can sleep for eighteen hours a day if needed. which is why he hates it that no matter what his tabby cat always seems to escape from his presence. 

  kuroo loosens his tie, and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt that’s already untucked and looks a little worse for wear. he’s been wandering around the hallways looking for his cat, already knowing he’s going to be late meeting lev and kenji — he doesn’t care all that much, he needs to make sure his cat is safe. out of the corner of his eye he sees the tail of his feline companion hop up onto the window seat near a blonde student near the window. just like him to soak up the sun. he runs a hand through his hair and saunters up to the window leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “what’d’ya got there?” he’s referring to the cat, but it could be up for debate.

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ipelppa‌:

          bored fingers fiddle with a microphone stand, annoyed at having his psp confiscated for the sake of practice. to make matters even less tolerable, shouyou texted him to say that his and kageyama’s band didn’t make it into the upcoming spring showcase. / @bedheadboi

   yamamoto has been banging on various portions of his drum set and any other object that he can find while kenma has been glued to his psp, and only when he’d starting drumming his hands on kuroo’s arm did he have to step up. now, with the console safely tucked away in a high hiding place, he could assure that kenma might be able to get at least a few more of their songs down before they inevitably quit for the day.

    even though he’s aware that they need their practice if they plan on making it into the spring showcase, he can’t help but feel bad that he’d taken his best friends psp away.  “three more songs. then you can have the psp back.”

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injuredknee‌:

         “ this little guy’s been here for three weeks so he’s still kind of new. his name’s rusty and he’s the sweetest red panda i’ve ever had the pleasure to work with; we’re hoping that he’ll mate with our female, susan, since he’s the only male that susan will tolerate because susan is picky and mean. don’t be like susan, be like rusty, ” oikawa strips himself of his overzealous charm but keeps his genuine smile. 

        if babysitting for his nephew has taught him anything it’s that kids are too observant for their own good when it comes to that kind of thing. he’s always been pretty good with younger kids though; it’s the pesky kouhai that are only two years younger than him ( damn tobio ) he has a problem with.   /  @bedheadboi

  aside from leaving tsukishima alone with the giraffes when they’re being a handful, torturing  oikawa is about his favorite thing to do at work — of course,  underneath taking care of the giraffes. 

  he knows from experience earlier in the day that these kids are a force to be reckon with, considering he’d nearly had to call off the feedings because the kids were being too loud. he can’t really complain, he knows that it’s just in a child’s nature to have trouble listening to the rules. kuroo waits until the group of kids swarms around the fences keeping them a safe distance from the animals in question, and then closes some of the space between he and the keeper. 

  “are we bitch shaming, now? maybe susan doesn’t like sweet boys, maybe she’s got a dark side to her ever think of that.” everything kuroo does on a day to day basis at the zoo involves pushing the buttons with oikawa tooru to see how long it’ll take before he finally agrees to go on a date with him.

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🐶, neck - bedheadboi

nonverbal starters — nuzzle my muse with their nose/ ac.

oikawa swears to the milky way that kuroo is no better than a stray black cat that follows him home. worse, in fact, most days. stray cats stay outside and if you neglect to feed them, they’ll go away. kuroo is like a black mold infestation with the added superstition of bad luck and the audacity to drape itself across his lap when he’s in the middle of doing homework.

oikawa fixes him with an expression that least no room for amusement ; makes a point of rolling his eyes back into his head.

this does not deter him. if anything, maybe it presents kuroo with a challenge that he too readily accepts. the book in oikawa’s hands is removed, with a mild grumbling of protests, and kuroo finds himself a nice throne in it’s absence.

his tongue makes a neat tch against his teeth. “ if i wanted a cat, i would have adopted one, tetsu-chan. ” oikawa offers, pleasantly clipped as if he’s doing a poor job of hiding his annoyance.

“ awh, don’t be that way. ” kuroo even purrs like a stray, needy for attention. as if he couldn’t be more feline, he leans into like a big baby and nuzzles his nose into the crook of oikawa’s neck.

never in his life has he understood iwaizumi’s annoyance with him more— he makes a mental note to seek penance for all the times he’s caused his friend any kind of trouble. though, perhaps having to put up with kuroo now is karma enough. oikawa would dare to say maybe even more so.

he sighs back into the sofa, tired enough from pulling an all-nighter not to put up anymore of a fight. for all the complaining he does, it does serve as a nice excuse to take a break. when it thinks on it, that might be kuroo’s stupid purpose in all this anyway. he huffs a breath, the last of his annoyance ( maybe even a tad fond ) and cards a hand through the messiest head of hair he’s ever had the displeasure of knowing. if he pulls a little in the process, surely no one wouldn’t blame him. / @bedheadboi

[bedheadboi-blog]

injuredknee:

jump serve practice only goes so far by himself but feline reflexes comes in handy when he needs an actual person to practice against. oikawa tries to make it more about precision and power than catering to kuroo’s weaknesses exactly but that leads to a lot of well-received serves and well, frankly, it’s starting to piss him off. he swears when his feet touch back down. “ one more. ” / @bedheadboi

    kuroo pushes himself up from the floor after saving yet another ball from hitting the ground, there’s a whole new layer of sweat forming on his skin. which truthfully, he likes. he’s mere moments away from saying he sounds exactly like hinata but he’ll keep that to himself. “isn’t that what you said an hour ago?” it isn’t that he doesn’t want to continue to practice, but he knows there are limits to ones body and not pushing them when they’ve FINALLY made it here seems like a good idea. PLUS they have practice again tomorrow in the early afternoon, and he needs to rest his muscles. 

[yumkies-blog]

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[bedheadboi-blog]

maskedace:

@bedheadboi   ♥   for   a   starter 。

‘  call  it  luck  or  whatever,  tho  your  team  beat  those  snakes  there’s  no guarantee  you  will  rise  again  ‘

   i really am nice, repeats over and over again in his head as he tries to WILL his left eye not to twitch. if he weren’t worried about consequences, he’d haul off to punch this kid right in his stupid mouth —  call that luck. 

   kuroo clears his throat, a hand hovering over the center of his chest. “well, thank you for your very wrong input. my team is going to rise just fine, that’s what cats do. they fight until they’re the ones on top.”

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy that wakes you up in the morning with pancakes, dressed in a onesie

[sphinxmemesmusings]

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO:

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sphinxmemesmusings:

🍨 YOUR MUSE SHARING A DESSERT WITH MINE 🎂 YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE ☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK 🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE 👻 YOUR MUSE TELLING MINE A SPOOKY STORY BY TORCHLIGHT 💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE 💍 YOUR MUSE PROPOSING TO MINE 👶 YOUR MUSE REVEALING THAT THEY ARE PREGNANT WITH MY MUSE’S BABY 💋 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A KISS (SPECIFY WHERE) 👐 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A HUG 🐟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE TO THE AQUARIUM FOR THE DAY 🐜 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ BUG 💐 YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS 🌱 YOUR MUSE AND MY MUSE PLANTING A GARDEN TOGETHER 🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP 🌟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE STARGAZING ⛈ YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE DURING A THUNDERSTORM ☀ YOUR MUSE SLATHERING MY MUSE IN SUNBLOCK ☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN ❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE 💧 YOUR MUSE CLIMBING INTO THE SHOWER WITH MINE 🐁 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ MOUSE 🛀 YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE 🎨 YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE ⚽ YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME 🎸 YOUR MUSE PLAYING MUSIC/SINGING FOR MY MUSE 💌 YOUR MUSE SENDING MINE A LOVE LETTER 🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT 💔 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE AFTER THEIR HEART IS BROKEN ❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE 💕 YOUR MUSE TELLING MY MUSE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS

[bedheadboi-blog]

ipelppa:

         the touch leaves him rigid — mind skirting the edge of spindling down the slippery slope of aforementioned consequences: instinct churns his stomach, unlatches the clench of his jaw and even knowing how disgusting it would taste, he nearly sinks his teeth into kuroo’s wrist. this, too, only furthers the extreme debate reeling behind the throbbing headache. dog eat dog world, they say. kenma thinks maybe every living thing is a monster. ghoul and human.

          the cup is at his lips before he knows that he’s picked it up ; without even realizing his hands have dropped away from his face ; the kneading of his fingertips lingers at his temples. hesitation fights instinct just barely — the knowledge that coffee won’t continue to be enough and the sneaking suspicion that kuroo has already taken that into consideration. physical pain pulsates again. he doesn’t do it because he’s told to but because it becomes impossible not to ; hatred - or maybe just hunger disguised as it - flares alone the inside of his stomach. kenma knows there’s an rc cell supplement in the coffee and drinks it anyway. what does that say about him? does it matter that it’s humanely acquired? what is the definition of humane these days? the cup rattles when it meets the saucer again, drained.

   for the most part the cats at nekoma cafe are the most humane of the ghouls that he’s aware of, while a majority of them will go out and kill humans for the food supply, the ghouls at nekoma only feed off of already dead bodies. while it may still seem wrong it’s the least wrong way for them to survive. when kuroo was younger he’d gone through something like what kenma is going through now, when someone told him that ghouls deserved to die, that they were monstrous beings that couldn’t be trusted, and were only put on this earth to cause trouble. he’d tried not eating, he tried to force down the food other humans ate, until it dawned on him  — why was it okay for him to die from not eating? it wasn’t like he asked to be born this way. 

   “what makes it okay for us to starve?” he asks once he knows the coffee is beginning to make it’s way into kenma’s system, once he knows it’s working on easing down some of the edginess. “we weren’t asked to be born ghouls. our existence is JUST as important as everyone else.’” kuroo pushes himself up from the table and takes the saucer back over the bar to be washed and dealt with later. “that one-eyed kid doesn’t know shit. he’ll realize that it’s either eat or die, and when it comes down to it the longer you starve yourself the harder it’ll be to control yourself around the innocent people out there.”