Clever, yet uninspired...

All that effort... But for what? Affiliated with AURP

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[[I'm so sorry for inactivity!! I'll get to the replies I owe as soon as I can!! D: Thank you for your patience with me!]]

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Who the hell is that loser? | Tsukishima & Owain

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Seeing the other boy’s expression turn into one of slight fear made Owain feel rather guilty for pointing his blade at an innocent villager. One thing was on the battlefield where fear was present in every face, understandably so, and where you had to take action because otherwise your enemy was going to do so. And even then, the swordsman never got accustomed to it. He might always speak loudly about heroic exploits and felling enemies left and right, but actually performing the action was an entirely different feeling. Nauseating. Inhumane. He couldn’t even begin putting words to the feeling of having to cut down an actual person.

Despite the fact that Owain evidently couldn’t be more than a few years older than this person at best, he dared claim that he had experienced so much more than the other could even begin to imagine. His body was one that had already long gone weary with battle, yet he kept fighting on for the sake of a brighter future. One where hordes of living dead were not awaiting you around every corner, one with no ancient dragons of destruction having desolated the world. The thought that maybe he had finally arrived in a realm where no threads were looming, where he would be able to live a life free of danger was almost laughable; the thought was so surrealistic that it hadn’t even occurred to the boy.

It would probably only be a matter of time before something happened in this place anyway. But even then there was one thing Owain would never do and that was cut down an innocent bystander. He had already affirmed that this person was one such, because he did in no way carry the aura of a warrior even despite his claims. That was all just some bullshit the swordsman had thought up on the spot anyway, there was no way it was actually true. Even though Owain was excited that someone was playing along with his act, there was a certain mocking tone in the other’s voice that reminded him of a certain jerk whose name began with an I and ended with -nigo. (He made sure to not mention any names to let the person in question keep a bit of anonymity, but for anyone curious it was a skirt-chasing boy who was actually a huge loser who kept practising his girly dance moves in secret.)

"Aha! I knew it!" he burst out anyway, even despite knowing the other was just playing along; after all Owain was too much of a sucker for a good bit of improv should anyone take him up on the offer. It was too exciting acting out a dramatic encounter for him to retort. Grabbing his right arm theatrically, Owain appeared as if he was trying to control some form of unknown force within it. "My sword hand twitches dully with the foreboding of destiny from our mere encounter. My blood is boiling fiercely with the flames of my heroic ancestors…! You bear a formidable presence, oh wicked one, but Owain Dark shall prevail even under such astounding pressure. Speak, fiend! What name does thou bear? And also… where is this place…?"

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Tsukishima kind of wanted to run away from this guy. Not because he was scared or anything, of course. He just thought this guy had a screw or two or ten loose. Something told him that this stranger wouldn't intentionally harm him though. Or for now, at least. He decided to just stay on guard and keep talking. Tsukishima was a trained athlete after all. He trusted his reflexes enough to give him a chance of dodging in the event that Mr. Sword took a swing at him.

Tsukishima had dealt with a lot of freaks in his days, namely Hinata and Kageyama who had literally been known as the "freak duo" on the volleyball team. However, he had to admit that this guy would win in weirdness even against those two. Tsukishima vaguely wondered how the three oddballs would interact...

Well, right now was probably not the best time to think about that. The blonde snapped his attention back to the potential danger in front of him. The guy had begun his theatrics again. It took a bit of effort to decipher, but Tsukishima believed the guy had just asked for his name. Tsukishima debated giving the name "Hinata Shouyou" or "Kageyama Tobio" for a moment, but in the end, he decided he'd rather not associate himself with either of those idiots. 

"I'm Tsukishima Kei," he replied.

Tsukishima blinked in surprise at the guy's next question of where he was. It could've been another part of his act, but he said it in a bit of a different tone which made the tall blonde really wonder whether this guy was joking or not.

"Um... We're in Bunkyo. Where did you think you were?"

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Who the hell is that loser? | Tsukishima & Owain

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"What manner of foul witchcraft has conjured thee forth?! Speak now or forever remain silenced by the cold steel of my legendary fang!"

If there was one thing Owain was always very focused on, it was making an astonishing first impression. He wanted to stand out, he wanted people to notice this extravagant personality that had suddenly appeared in their midst even if deep down it was all just an act. Well, right now he genuinely was confused, having been dumped in this strange realm so far removed from anything he had ever seen before. He was curious, he wanted answers. What was this thing, why was it simply standing there while making no noise and could it possibly pose a danger to him? It had wheels, but no horses were in sight to pull it around. Could it be for residing purposes? 

Only then did he hear a voice calling out to him, and spinning around, Owain rose his sword, pointing it at his approacher in a defensive position, but soon his jaw dropped. “By the gods!” he exclaimed, eyeing the other. The features were undeniably human, but that tall frame was looming over the swordsman, appearing somehow fearsome. Maybe this was the creature that resided within such a peculiar box?

"Are you a… giant or something?" he probed wearily, making sure to keep the creature at sword point. Just in case the other tried anything funny. Owain had not yet gained a proper impression of the dangers and antics of this realm, and experience had told him that it was better to be careful than foolish. He really couldn’t figure out the other - maybe it really was just a tall human, but his manner of dressing was peculiar. Not because it was flashy or anything - in fact it was astonishingly plain compared to Owain’s own myrmidon outfit that put attention to both light defence as well as mobility. In comparison this… person’s way of dressing seemed purely there for covering him up. So he was no warrior, huh? Just an ordinary villager albeit an eccentric one.

Although still a bit weary Owain lowered his sword now that he had determined the other probably wasn’t dangerous. He could always follow up with a Shinon Strike or an improvised Titania Takedown should the other pull a hidden weapon. Titania Takedown… hehehe, that was quite good; thinking up alliterations on the spot was no easy task. Ah! This was no time to get distracted! With perfected movements, the teen quickly but as dramatically as possible sheathed his sword and entered his signature pose with one hand covering half of his face, granting him a mysterious aura (or at least so did Owain himself think).

"I was trying to figure out what that thing— I mean… I have no obligations to explain my actions to a stranger! Mayhap you are a henchman of the dark overlord, but I shall not fall for such an intelligible scheme…!"

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What the hell!? Tsukishima was undeniably startled when the stranger suddenly whipped his sword around to point it at him. Instinctively, he raised his hands up in a gesture of innocence/"I'm not gonna attack you, you freak! Put that thing down!" If this guy really was from a theater troupe, Tsukishima had to hand it to their prop department; the sword looked really real.

The blonde's initial fear dissipated somewhat and was replaced with mild irritation as the other asked if he was a giant. Tsukishima's raised an eyebrow. A giant? Really? True, the blonde prided himself on his fairly impressive height, but he still didn't appreciate being asked such a ridiculous question. Seriously... What is this guy's problem? The blonde just figured that he was a very serious actor that refused to break character and enjoyed running around, yelling like an idiot.

Well, it wasn't every day that you ran into a guy on the street pretending to fight parked cars. Tsukishima had come to this city for a fresh start. The old him would normally just walk away from this bizarre conversation without a second thought, but he decided to humor this lunatic this one time and see where it went (though he had a bad feeling about this for some reason...)

"Um... Yeah. How did you know? I am indeed the giant henchman of the dark overlord. You must be really intelligent to have seen through my ingenious disguise." Tsukishima wondered if the guy would detect his sarcasm.

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You've Gotta be Kidding! | Tsukishima & Hinata

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With every single word the tall blonde uttered Hinata only got more and more annoyed. That obnoxious personality of his hadn’t changed in the least, and unlike Tsukishima’s sugar-coated smirk, the decoy’s expression was one that very clearly showed how displeased he was with the situation. There was no denying that his team mate was a fantastic asset to have on the court, but as a person he was rotten to the core and Hinata always preferred to have as little to do with him as possible.

So why had it ended up like this? Why did he have to live with that guy? If there was any good in the world it would have prevented a situation like this from happening. But no matter how much he wished for it, it didn’t change in the slightest, and Hinata groaned at the prospect of his upcoming school life. Well, as long as he had volleyball to keep himself occupied with he’d survive. Probably.

"Ugh… Of course I didn’t think that…!" Well, maybe a bit. But Tsukishima had an annoyingly good point, because it was clear to anyone that neither of the two wished for this to have happened. There was no way the other would have willingly initiated it.

It was even more irritating that he couldn’t even speak back to Tsukishima’s insults, because the other was right. It was no secret that Hinata wasn’t exactly what one might consider the sharpest kid around here and there was absolutely no way he would be able to make it through ordinary means, but that bastard didn’t have to put it so bluntly. “I know I’m not as smart as you, but I still have a brain, idiot.” He was pretty sure about that at least… “I’m here on a sports… sportsman…” Sportsmanboat? Ah no, wait. “Sportsmanship!”

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Tsukishima couldn't help but smirk at Hinata's expression. The shrimp was just as easy to rile up as ever. Well, at least Tsukishima would get some form of entertainment out of this arrangement in taunting the orange-haired spiker.

"Ah, a sportsmanship would explain how you got here. A bit surprising given your level of skill I do have to say, but congratulations nonetheless." Tsukishima was certain that he didn't sound sincere in the slightest, but he really didn't care. He also knew that Hinata probably surpassed him in value as a player, but teasing the shorter boy about volleyball was a surefire way to get under his skin. (Not that Tsukishima really ever had trouble getting under Hinata's skin anyways though.)

"Also congratulations on pronouncing the word 'sportsmanship'. I really didn't think you could do it, but you pulled through in the end. You truly are an inspiration to us all." The blonde knew he was really being an ass right now, but he refused to let up on the sarcasm. He was really hoping to drive Hinata off, if only for a bit. Tsukishima just wanted some alone time to get over this unpleasant shock and there was no way he was going to leave. He'd been there first, after all.

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Who the hell is that loser? | Tsukishima & Owain

It had been a rather pleasant day, even Tsukishima had to admit. The temperature was just right and the streets were fairly peaceful. The conditions had been perfect for one of the blonde's favorite activities: solitary walks around the city. (Plus he wanted to avoid staying in his room as often as possible because of his obnoxious firecracker of a roommate.)

Tsukishima got dressed into a plain beige shirt and jeans. After placing his trademark white headphones over his ears and letting the music take over his senses, Tsukishima began his leisurely stroll, exploring the world but also ignoring it.

Or at least he tried to.

He had only made it down one street before he paused at a rather peculiar sight in front of him. Why was that guy dressed like that? Tsukishima quickly racked his brain to try and recall if there were any comic book conventions going on in this area. He couldn't remember hearing of any. The weirdo's lips were moving... What was he saying? The blonde took off his headphones to hear the end of a rather theatrical speech. Maybe this guy was in a drama troupe and liked to practice outsi--? Woah! Did he just pull out a sword? He wasn't really going to start swinging at that car was he? 

"Hey!" Tsukishima called out. He really would have rather avoided all contact with this guy, but on the off-chance Mr. Sword Man decided to actually vandalize that car, Tsukishima would be called in as a witness and he really didn't want to go through all that hassle. "What are you doing!?"

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You've Gotta be Kidding! | Tsukishima & Hinata

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Inhaling deeply Hinata was preparing himself mentally to yet again open the door and this time hopefully reaching the conclusion that what he had seen inside had just been his mind playing tricks on him. Horrible, evil tricks. That had to be it. Surely if he just pressed down the handle and opened up, his true room mate was going to be greeting him with a smile and a—

With his hand still on the handle, Hinata was pulled head first straight into the room as the door was opened from within with a great force. Sadly enough his hoped had all been for nothing, because it was still that annoying face of the megane jerk meeting him. Regaining his balance before he fell completely, the decoy straightened himself up quickly and then backed further into the room to gain some distance between himself and Tsukishima.

"Wh-why are you here?!" he shouted at the other, paying no heed to the volume of his voice. This was too much of a shock for such minor details. He refused to believe this. This was the one thing he could not agree to. "Where’s my real room mate? What did you do to him?!"

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Watching Hinata's ever-so-graceful entrance into the room, Tsukishima idly thought that he hadn't changed much. Though, he supposed that he hadn't really been out of the hyperactive orange-head's presence for that long... unfortunately. Ugh. Tsukishima had been looking forward to being out of the exhausting (and irritating) atmosphere that Hinata created with his limitless energy and enthusiasm.

Actually, this situation was even worse than just being on the same volleyball team as him, because now he'd have to live with him! Fantastic. The other boy hadn't even been in the room for a minute before he began polluting the peaceful air with his grating voice. Tsukishima winced at the volume. He supposed that his wish for Hinata to have developed an indoor voice had been quite a long shot anyways... 

"I'm here because this is my room," the blonde replied coolly. "You think I would go through the trouble of kicking someone out of this room to be your roommate?" Tsukishima scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself."

"And actually... I could actually ask you the same thing. Why are you here? Or rather, how? You do know that this school has a special requirement  called a 'having a brain' that I'm quite positive you don't fulfill."

[androidglutton]

Pretty much immediately it became evident that Haruka’s suspicions towards Hotaru’s personality had been spot on: straight to the point and no time for dilly-dally. But that didn’t necessarily make him a bad or a scary person. The artist had to deal with a person much like this on a daily basis so he was already more than accustomed to dealing with it. Or maybe he was just too oblivious to find it intimidating like other people might.

"Lucky~! I’m glad I got the right person," he commented merrily, not at all affected by the other teen’s deadpan tone. Honestly there couldn’t really have been much doubt about it, but it was always nice to know that he hadn’t been hitting up some stranger who was merely passing by or someone who was waiting for another person to come out.

However, unfortunately enough for his companion, this was where the hardships were going to begin. “Nope. I haven’t the faintest,” Haruka admitted bluntly to the one thing that he should have done research on beforehand. “I haven’t been here long, so I don’t know my way around at all.” If it hadn’t been for a worker randomly passing out fliers on the street he probably wouldn’t even have discovered its existence for months… or maybe a few weeks… But all of this was already calculated. “Don’t worry, Hotaru-kun!” he assured the other eagerly while taking one surprisingly logical object out of his trouser pockets: a mobile phone. “With the maps in here we won’t get lost~! Well then…” Just as told, the older boy gestured to lead the way.

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Tsukishima had to admit, this Kokonose guy had quite a remarkable personality. First of all, he wasn't put off by Tsukishima's demeanor, as most others were. Second, his cheerfulness was intense to the point that the blonde began to fear contagion. And finally, he came across as a bit of an idiot but, he did attend Ouran college so he really couldn't be that stupid.

Though the other boy's next words made Tsukishima doubt that last statement.

"Wait, you don't know where it is? So what was your plan going to be? Just walk around an unfamiliar city aimlessly and hope you stumble across the shop?" Tsukishima didn't know whether he should admire this guy's boldness or be very worried that he seemed so unprepared and carefree.

Tsukishima huffed in frustration. After listening to Kokonose's assurances, he seriously wondered how the older boy had gotten accepted to a prestigious school like Ouran. Poor Kokonose had just done the thing that Tsukishima hated most when he met new people. Granted, it was an understandable error, but after years and years of dealing with it, Tsukishima found it incredibly annoying.

"My name isn't Hotaru. It's read 'Kei'," he explained shortly. "And I do hope you don't get us lost. I can't believe how unprepared you are. Are you always like this? How did you even get into a school like Ouran?" he asked exasperatedly. For some reason, Tsukishima couldn't bring himself to just ditch Kokonose. Perhaps his attitude would drive the cheerful boy off instead. That would make things easier...

[androidglutton]

Even if he had done his utmost to hurry up - or at least from Haruka’s own perspective he had been working at a surprisingly fast pace - he had barely even left his room by the time his phone vibrated and a new message ticked in announcing that the ten minutes were already up. Whoops. Hopefully the other was going to be at least a bit lenient with him… maybe… If not, surely Haruka would be able to find some way around it. He wasn’t all too affected at the prospect of being late.

Roughly another five minutes later the teen opened the door to exit the building. A tall person, huh? That wasn’t all too specific, but surely he’d manage. And surely, the moment he went outside his eyes were immediately drawn to a teenage boy who could very well be described using the word ‘tall’: in fact Haruka was quite sure that the guy was even taller than he was, which he would have to be the first person in quite a while who was. When walking up to the other his suspicions were confirmed - it wasn’t by much, but Hotaru did indeed tower a few centimetres over him.

He quickly caught his breath again after the hastened pace had been mildly exhausting, and then finally spoke up: “You are Tsukishima… right?” Even though he was almost certain about this, he didn’t want to have accidentally run up to the wrong person. “Hehe, I can’t wait~!”

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Tsukishima checked his watch. He'd been waiting for about five minutes now. Hopefully Kokonose didn't take too much longer. Tsukishima really didn't have anything else to do today though; he just didn't like to be kept waiting.

As if on cue, Tsukishima noticed a boy that resembled the picture he had received walking towards him. His raised his eyebrows slightly. Kokonose almost matched him in height. He hadn't expected that as it was a pretty rare occurrence for Tsukishima to find someone almost as tall as him.

"Yes, I'm Tsukishima," the blonde said in response to Kokonose's question. The other boy looked a little out of breath, meaning he'd actually tried to make it to the meeting place on time. Tsukishima decided not to comment on his tardiness, as he usually would. Instead, he said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to lead the way. I've never been to this shop before. You know how to get there, right?"

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*music note thingie*

Tsukishima sat on a bench with his headphones on. He unconsciously started to sing along quietly, "All my friends always lie to me I know they’re thinking You’re too mean,I don’t like you,Fuck you anyway.You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungsIt hurts but I won’t fight youYou suck anywayYou make me want to die…” (“Afraid”- The Neighbourhood)

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33, 38, 41, 43 and 59?

33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

French fries XD

38) Where is your best friend?

On her way back to our hometown. :)

41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog. I’ll explain to my boss what happened. If they can’t understand why I’m late, then I don’t wanna work for them anyways.

43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

"Glory Road" sung by the Hakone Gakuen team from Yowapeda.

59) Ever been on a plane?

Yup! I actually was just on one a few days ago! :D

Thanks so much for sending!!

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Send me ' ~♫' For my muse to sing to yours, with random lyrics from a song the mun heard recently.

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Send me a character name and I will draw my muse dressed as that character!

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You've Gotta be Kidding! | Tsukishima & Hinata

Despite everything, it couldn’t be denied that Hinata had been looking forward to coming to Tokyo quite a lot. Admittedly he was sad to leave behind his family and Karasuno for the big city, but with an ever-ongoing thirst for evolving, how could he possibly deny the offer of attending one of the most prestigious schools in the whole country?! He had absolutely no idea how he was ever going to be able to pass the high-level classes, but that was a problem he would take by then.

For now he was more than eager to get settled in and get to scout the whole area, take in every single impression possible he could of this place. Due to being from out of town the small decoy would be living on campus - admittedly biking from his home in Miyagi all the way to Tokyo every single day would be a bit much even to him - and he was absolutely dying to meet his room mate. Skipping through the dormitory hallways Hinata was singing a song dedicated to how awesome he was for being able to come to this place, and the moment he arrived by the door reading 601 he slammed it open with no warning and called into the room: “Nice to meet you! I’m Hinata Shou…you—”

"…"

Really? Really?! Trying to understand what was going on he was simply staring at the person inside the room, disbelief dominating his expression because of the very familiar face awaiting him within - of all people why did it have to be Tsukishima?! As his mind finally reached an understanding Hinata did the only logical thing he could think of. Never letting his gaze leave the other boy he slowly, slowly shut the door again, hoping that reality would have changed itself the next time he opened it even though he knew that it didn’t really work like that.

… Shit.

[cleverblocker]

Tsukishima had been laying on his bed, resting. The dorm was peaceful, as he had it to himself. He really hoped that wouldn't change, though the school had told him that he would be getting a roommate shortly. Whoever he was, Tsukishima hoped he would be the quiet type of person. Tsukishima really didn't know what he'd do if his roommate was hyperactive or loud. He'd probably go absolutely insane.

Tsukishima sat up suddenly. He thought he had heard a faint sound coming from down the hall. Had he imagined it...? It had sounded scarily similar to something he'd heard before, something he never though he'd hear again. It almost sounded like...

Wait, there it was again.

And it was getting louder...

Oh no. No. No no no...

The tall blonde leaped off his bed and made to go peek out the door to confirm that his horrifying suspicions were false. There was no possible way that the source of that noise was--

The door flew open without warning. Tsukishima felt his stomach drop as he saw who had just introduced himself as his roommate. Hinata. You've got to be kidding.

Wait, had that little idiot closed the door again? What'd he think would happen if he did that? Tsukishima would magically disappear or something? As much as Tsukishima wished that would happen right now, it just wouldn't. The taller middle blocker sighed and wrenched the door open again himself. "Well, I'm sure neither of us expected this," he commented idly, trying to hide his inner horror behind his usual smirk.

[androidglutton]

Ten minutes?! That wasn’t a long time at all! This person sure didn’t allow any time for dilly-dally, huh? Haruka was already getting accustomed to the tone of the messages - after all he used to have a friend whose manner of speaking was even more indifferent, so this didn’t feel all too different from talking to Shintarou - but he was vaguely fearing what could happen if he let a person like this wait.

[Text]: Uwah that’s not long ((；゜Д゜)) [Text]: I’ll do my best to be there! [Text]: Oh and it’s the college dorms

He felt like the last message was necessary to point out because Haruka was very aware that other than his height, his skimpy frame could make it hard to realise how old he actually was. Rather than a ‘young man’ he was more likely to come across as a ‘delicate youth’, but that was just one of the many things he couldn’t really help. After all he had no way of building up the necessary stamina and strength to become the ideal for a young adult.

While closing the game screen for Dead Bullet and shutting down his computer, the artist quickly stuffed the most important items into a bag - his sketchbook, a few drawing utensils, a blazer more intended from sun-protection than for heat, medication just in case, and naturally the aforementioned vouchers as well, stuffed into his wallet so he wouldn’t forget where they were - before rushing out the door. Or rushing was probably saying too much; a trod that could most accurately be described as an ordinary walk with a slightly quicker pace.

Fortunately the boy had been lucky enough to be assigned a ground floor room, so there was no such things as a hellish amount of stairs to traverse every single day, much appreciated. As he was walking through the school building Haruka was wondering what kind of person this ‘Hotaru-kun’ would be - not knowing that he had read the kanji wrong, he was amusing himself with how they both had a feminine name despite being boys. At least he was almost certain that Hotaru was a boy from their conversation thus far, but of course you never knew.

[cleverblocker]

After reading Kokonose's last message, Tsukishima raised his eyebrows in surprise. Kokonose was in college? From the picture, he hadn't looked any older than Tsukishima himself. Well, it really did seem as though you couldn't judge a book by its cover.

Tsukishima had been heading in the wrong direction (as he had assumed that Kokonose was his age and living in the high school dorms) so he quickened his pace to make it to the correct dorm in the time he had allotted himself. He shifted the bag slung over his shoulder uncomfortably; his volleyball gear really wasn't the most convenient thing to carry around. He had gone to Ouran intending to practice some volleyball, but the gym had been occupied by some other people and he had left, not wanting to disturb them (or, more importantly, be disturbed by them).

After a bit of wandering, Tsukishima found the place he was looking for. And luckily, just in time. He hadn't spotted Kokonose yet, so he pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message to him.

[Text]: I'm near the main entrance of the building.

[androidglutton]

It was quite a bit funny though - this person had said they were just a high school student, huh? The way they were texting was all proper and in a grown up tone, so that was almost even more inconceivable than whoever was on the other side of the screen to be a serial killer. On the other hand, maybe Haruka’s way of texting was too much like a high school girl for him to be able to make any kinds of comparisons.

[Text]: Hmm~ there might have been something like that~~ ✿ [Text]: But if I didn’t send you a pic then you couldn’t see that I’m not really a dangerous guy [Text]: Yay~! ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ [Text]: I’m in my dorm at Ouran Academy!! From the area code you’d be somewhere nearby as well right???

Surprisingly enough he had taken notice of such a tiny detail - despite how distant from the world and any form of common sense he might seem, Haruka was actually quite attentive to small details. He wouldn’t have been so insisting if he wasn’t already pretty sure the person he was talking to was not from the other end of the country.

[Text]: Ah also I’m Kokonose Haruka nice to meet you!! ヾ(＾∇＾)

[cleverblocker]

Tsukishima sighed. This Kokonose guy seemed very enthusiastic, a trait that he found rather exhausting. Well, he really couldn't back out now... And besides, the boy had said he went to Ouran. That was convenient enough.

[Text]: I'm actually nearby Ouran right now. I'll meet you in front of the dorms in ten minutes. [Text]: I'm rather tall, so I'm sure you'll be able to spot me. [Text]: Just in case though, my name is Tsukishima Kei.

Tsukishima sent off the last message and began walking towards the school. Now that he thought about it, he really hadn't needed to give his name. (He really didn't like giving his name in written form for a good reason...) He knew what the boy looked like and could have approached him himself. Oh well, nothing to be done about it now...

[cleverblocker]

Practice Makes Perfect | Nicolette

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⊰♛⊱ —— Finally! The time had come for her always patiently awaited two hour break. What luck she had to get such a long break in between classes, and right around lunch time too! The only disappointment was that Haruka still had classes during that time and she had to each lunch alone. Well, she could probably just as easily find someone else to eat with but that involved talking to strangers and she much preferred them making the first step. If anything, they would just start asking about her eye or hands and eventually she’d get too angry to even continue the conversation. Eating alone was much simpler than going to all that trouble.

⊰♛⊱ —— With a sigh, she made her way around the school like usual, peeking curiously and intrusively into empty rooms as she went. It was the first time she’d explored the school instead of just heading straight for the prospect of food. Just this once, her brain had actually overpowered her stomach and she found herself more occupied by the idea of finding something—or someone—interesting. And it was on her hunt that she found herself in front of the gym. Usually it was filled with the sound of basketballs or squeaking sneakers but at the moment it was empty as no classes were scheduled. Or, well, it should have been empty but instead of silence the gym echoed with sounds of activity. With a smile, Nicolette found herself pushing the doors open and peeking inside, eyes widening at the lone person standing in front of a volleyball net. He was most certainly practicing, and she found herself far too caught up in watching him to notice that she’d already stepped inside the room and that the door had closed behind her. He wore an expression of apathy, but the way he worked so hard was rather mesmerizing.

[cleverblocker]

Tsukishima had been very focused on what he had been doing, so much so that he hadn't noticed the door to the gym open and close. In hindsight, that was pretty careless of him to let his guard down so much while practicing in the gym of a school he didn't even attend.

One of his serves flew off course and he sighed in frustration. The ball had bounced away to the far corner of the gym. He walked over and bent down to pick it up. After straightening up and turning around to return to his original spot, Tsukishima noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Was that... purple? Turning his attention fully towards the splash of color that had suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, Tsukishima realized with a jolt that a girl was standing right there in the gym, watching him.

Startled, he couldn't help but reflexively call out rather rudely, "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"

[demonsetter]

Your Face ♛ Tsukishima

[demonsetter]

"It’s crazy, right?!" Without volleyball what was he going to do? He didn’t have time to be dillydallying and wasting his time at a school that didn’t even have a volleyball team! While he was stuck here, other players would be training. They would be getting better, and improving. "Dammit, come with me, Tsukishima. We need to practice." Any thoughts about the other not wanting to didn’t occur to him, he just needed to start playing volleyball now. He couldn’t afford to fall behind.

[cleverblocker]

Well, Kageyama seemed as irritatingly hot-blooded as ever. Tsukishima stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Even though he wasn't really a big fan of Kageyama, it was true that the black-haired boy was one of the only volleyball players around now. If he wanted to play, it would have to be with Kageyama.

Tsukishima had been planning to practice volleyball anyways but, he couldn't resist taunting Kageyama a bit more. "Haah~ what's this? Ou-sama asking a humble subject like me to practice with him? I'm honored~!"