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"Maybe if this was 17th century England, Oikawa-kun. And it also needs to alliterate as it does already, and so cleverly.” Was she actually thinking on this? This was really happening? It was.
Ouch. It's a given the alliteration has gone completely over his head. He's not particularly brainy when it comes to... anything other than volleyball, really.
"W-well! Do you have a better name for it then?"
“Titty is too gross of a word. At least booby would have been a step up.” And she’s serious about the Bicep Blizzard.
"Booby sounds even worse!" He chuckles and holds a hand to his chin, making as if he is actually giving this some thought. "Bosom Typhoon, however..."
The Bicep Blizzard can wait until they're done with this.
…Titty Typhoon?
"Grow up and call them breasts! Geez —" Vulgar. Absolutely vulgar; if anyone should be parading around their chests, it’s the guys who definitely should.
They can call it the….ABduction Junction? The Bicep Blizzard?
She’d have to work on it….
"But Kou-chan, Breast Typhoon just doesn't have the same ring to it!" And he's actually serious about this.
Bittersweet // Oikawa
Sweets and Spices Don’t match, Both with food and mood.
Hunger is a normal mood That appeared in Hajime from time to time leading her to sit in an empty seat along with a table filled with many types of sweet the scenery she happened to be in was empty with no one being around her side caused an odd aura surrounded her With a sudden loss of appetite and boredom she found herself unable to eat her own side, Beside she brought a humongous amount of them therefore she wasn’t able to eat them all….Unless someone shares it with her? maybe? But in order not to waste a good food away she contact a number with randomizing it using her monomassanger, And by good luck it reached to a number that wasn’t out of order.
Oikawa Tooru.
Well, This is a first..More specifically, The first time she contact a number of another student that she had no knowledge in nor meet him, But Hajime is not afraid to try something new and unique, But wasn’t the prankster type, While it’s hard to explain her request toward the other through out mere text, she got straight to the point with a place to meet and a simple offer to distract the fact that the girl just asked a random person to eat with her for whatever excuse she comes up with later.
To:Oikawa Tooru From:Hajime ichinose
Heeeeeey (,, ･∀･)ﾉ゛ ! I'm in the cabin and totally bored out! could you please come over so we could have some talk about the island thing while eating sweets??? Also my treats! so don't bother bringing money or stuff, K (^～^;)ゞ???
And Then she Awaits.
Hajime Ichinose? While his gaze was glued to the Monomessenger's screen minutes after having received the text, the brunet was still clueless as to who this person was. He obviously didn't recall meeting someone with that name; it didn't ring a bell in the slightest. The invitation was appealing, though. What was the harm, right? He hardly knew anyone in this place just yet, and spending his time alone seemed anything but appealing no matter how he looked at it. If he was so easily given a chance to escape boredom, he would take it.
Though he gave it some more thought first, Oikawa soon left his room and made his way to the cabin. Eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the building, which in no way looked as inviting as his fellow student's proposal. No matter; appearances hardly meant anything if he was getting company in the end.
With a creak, the door opened and he took a peek inside, chestnut hues eyeing the place cautiously.
"Anyone here~?"
lost and found → smile
Where could they have dropped…? Squinting Smile scanned the ground at his feet still picking no sign of the glasses. He didn’t know whether it was on purpose or not but someone had bumped at him strong enough to shake his balance and make the glasses fall of his nose. No apology or any worried questions were stated, had they even noticed him… Smile hadn’t stopped them from going either. He didn’t need anymore trouble than this…
Sigh left him. What a pain… He couldn’t do much else than to look for them. Hopefully find them before his head would start throbbing…
Upon hearing someone speaking Smile froze for a bit. He checked his both sides ascertaining that the stranger was indeed addressing him before turning around.
< …ah. Yes, I think… I cant really see well without them so… >
Well, it wasn’t like people continuously dropped their glasses… Smile’s hand lingered for a moment before he grabbed them. Without meeting the strangers look he took time to clean them on the hem of his trackjacket.
< Thank you. >
"I figured." Though his features remained neutral, one could hear a small smile in his voice. The other male would have probably found them sooner if that weren't the case, right? "No problem." Waving a hand dismissively, Oikawa watched as the other cleaned the glasses. A bit reserved, wasn't he? Perhaps not many people would reach the same conclusion, but the small gesture -not meeting his eyes, that is- could easily be attributed to less sociable characters.
The brunet blinked, his gaze still fixed on the other boy. "You must have been doing some crazy things to lose them that way." An eyebrow raised barely, as if it would reaffirm the tiny hint of curiosity in his inquiry.
lunchtime escape plan planning? || closed @ oikawa
"That kind of response can easily be misconstrued as insensitive." Not that she didn’t understand what he was trying to say; in some way he was right, in some way Kou agreed that the dark aura blanketing them shouldn’t deter them. But these were people lives; they should all be respected, reflected upon. Perhaps it was wrong of her to make assumptions, but this guy was pretty flighty. Harmless though he seemed, his head seemed to be stuck in the clouds.
Even so, she deliberated that no good could come from moping. Nothing good came from sitting on your hands. She hopped down from her perch on the counter, forming a half smile and introducing herself.
"Kou," The redhead nodded, "Nice to meet another bright face." That much was true at the very least. Kou was thankful that the majority of people she had met here recently were good natured and relatively kind; no doubt it would be hard to find here. But their reasons would not be unfounded to her. She herself was surprised that she could still feel like herself in this place, and she hadn’t even been here that long. Kou would wonder how long that would last, but when the thought came and went, she made sure it wouldn’t come back. Not for a long while.
A hand lifted to rub at the back of his head sheepishly. There goes his causing a good first impression, but he wasn't about to feel discouraged by that. "Ah, really? I definitely didn't mean it that way! I guess I'm still a bit dazed about this all." Keeping his usual lively act was actually a good way to cope with the shock that came with learning what their purpose in this place was. And though he still didn't quite grasp how his comment could have come off as insensitive, the brunet didn't intend to question her judgement.
Boring discreetly into the girl's dainty figure, he let his hand fall to his side. She was cute, really cute, and even if he had more important things to be focused on, Oikawa seemed to take note of that. Soon, the sound of her voice prompted him to meet her eyes. "Kou-chan it is." A nod and a gentle smile. "My pleasure~ Name's Oikawa Tooru."
Now that introductions have been taken out of the way, he took a step closer to her, his gaze idly scouting the kitchen. "So, how long have you been here? I really could use some help navigating the island."
cute girl alert → momo
✽—; Recently that bridge connect the island to another had been made accessible to students. Of course like anyone else, Momo was rather curious of it. Why had it been blocked off in the first place? For an extended period of time Momo would walk all around the island in all the locations that had been available. Often she found herself stopped in front of the gated bridge with the large number two on it. That only made this feel more like someone’s little game. A new area wasn’t to be opened until a certain task had been completed. Simply thinking of the matter mad her feel sick.
✽—; Despite the unsettling feeling about the new island now left open, Momo tried to ignore the part of her saying don’t go, don’t go, please don’t go to that place. Next thing she knew she was already on her way to the bridge. By the time the bridge was in sight Momo felt a sharp pain at the back of her head every so often causing her to come to a halt in her path. Once she got closer to the bridge the pain was less extreme and eventually unnoticeable. Standing so close to the second island the idol remained discomforted.
✽—; "I’ve got a bad feeling about this place…" Momo spoke softly to herself once just in front of the previously barricaded bridge. The feeling she had was indescribable, it was like she knew something bad had happened here, or was going to happen here. Across the bridge there was a large building and a field, it was still a little ways away but she certainly could see it. Just as she was considering taking the first step on her own she pulled back. Ah, but did she really want to go there on her own? As soon as the thought came to her mind she was startled by a males voice.
✽—; The orangette quickly spun around as soon as hearing the voice. She would be lying if she said it hadn’t startled her. Momo exhaled and looked up at the stranger. She reached up and grabbed the rubbed of her neck “Ah jeez, you kinda scared me…” there was a tone of relief in her voice knowing it was just another person, who probably went through with their curiosity as well. “W-Well… Of course I was planning on taking a look myself, I guess..? Otherwise I would’ve came all this way for nothing.” Momo tried to relax and let out a nervous laugh. “I’m a bit relieved to see someone else here though.”
He would be lying if he said he hadn't been aiming to get that sort of reaction. Even Oikawa himself wouldn't have been able to hold in a gasp if he were to be in her place.
"Oops, did I really?" A short, gentle chuckle left his lips. "I'm so sorry!" Not really a genuine apology, but it was something. "Huh, for real?" His sheepish smile soon disappeared in favor of a rather perplexed look. Although he had come with the same intention, his will to enter the place had been decreasing steadily the closer he found himself to the second island. Still, the orangette was right; it somehow felt a bit less intimidating to know that now there was no need to go in alone. "I guess you're right! It's still kinda spooky though, isn't it? I'd feel safer if I could hold someone's hand while scouting the place~" Cheesy, terrible, but it helped him shake the restless feeling still washing over him.
Heaving a puny sigh, he perked up the next second. "Ah, how rude of me! Name's Oikawa Tooru." The brunet tilted his head ever so lightly to the side, flashing yet another amiable smile at the female. "And yours is?"
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It was eerie, strange; there was no other way to describe it. If he didn't regret giving in to morbid curiosity before, he did now. Trying to shake the pressuring feeling off did not only prove to be useless but also fueled his imagination further. He wasn't even close to the second island, he hadn't even gotten to the bridge yet, but with each step he took he felt more and more inclined to just go back to he safety the hotel offered in comparison to the place he had thought about visiting earlier. Scary stories had always had some sort of effect on him, sure, though he did his best to acknowledge them to be just that: fantasies, fiction. Still, this felt like the real deal; this felt like the haunted houses everyone had heard about before.
No matter what the nature of his musings had been up until now, the brunet soon found himself dangerously close to the bridge connecting the two islands. However, what surprised him most wasn't that he had finally ended up there, but that he wasn't alone.
Stopping in his tracks, chestnut hues bored into the petite figure standing right before the bridge, as if the person there was still debating on whether or not to take the first step. It was a girl, wasn't it? Perhaps this was a reward for fighting against his desire to go back to his room.
Somehow, the females's presence put him at ease enough for him to approach and stand behind her.
"I hope you don't plan on going in there all by yourself~"
lunchtime escape plan planning? || closed @ oikawa
The oppressive air betrayed the beauty of the island itself. But even then, the island’s foliage and sea seemed to be almost too ethereal in their greens and blues and vibrancy.
Kou could scarcely believe that any of this was real. The talk of trial and murder, a foul mouthed bear? It felt like a surreal dream, but how thick the air had gotten with the announcement of the school being opened to the public (if everyone here could be called a public)…the headache it caused her, that was enough to send it’s message to the teen. This, all of it, was extremely tangible.
Morbid curiosity had filled her as she stared out that kitchen window, sitting on the counter top as she took slow and careful bites out of her sandwich. That was it. That school…hours since it was announced to be opened? Everything switched and definitely not for the better. That was the source of the black fog that seemed to overtake the island. Kou kept her eyes on the building, continuing to munch on her sandwich. Upon hearing sneakers squeak against the kitchen tile, it took all of her might to tear her eyes away from the building off in the distance, almost light years away from the cabin.
"This place is draining…" Kou lamented to herself, and to the stranger, if they chose to acknowledge it. Conversation and getting to know people seemed to be hit or miss.
What at first sight had striked him as an idyllic resort soon turned out to be quite the contrary, much to his dismay. The murders, the trials... everything felt so foreign, every single piece of information was forced into his mind so abrupty that Oikawa almost felt as if this was but a dream-- well, a nightmare. But, if anything, he was still more confused than afraid. The sole concept of this place was beyond him. Sure, he would have to get used to the sinister ambience sooner or later and for his own good, but it definitely would take him a bit.
Though he had initially planned to stay inside for the day, his stomach begged to differ. A feeling of annoyance began to settle in, yet he wasted no time in leaving his room and making his way to the kitchen. Hands stuck in his pockets, a petite figure caught his attention as soon as he stepped in. Though he hesitated for a second, Oikawa approached the stranger with no visible hints of wariness whatsoever and smiled at the comment almost as an instinctive reflex; he was always ready to flash a smile at a pretty girl, no matter how gloomy the situation was.
He let out a soft chuckle in response to the girl's lament. "It sure is," the brunet chirped, as if he didn't really agree with her wholeheartedly, which was far from true. "We shouldn't let it get to us so easily, don't you think?"
lost and found → smile
Though his first impression of this place hadn't been the most pleasing, he had to admit the island wasn't all that bad... visually. Its purpose however was a whole another story he'd rather not think too much about. Hence why he'd settled for wandering around, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. The park seemed like a good place to ease his mind for a bit, the In the midst of his aimless walking, Oikawa felt something his feet hitting something just as he passed by a bench. His eyes drifted to the ground, eyebrows raising as his gaze was met with... a pair of glasses.
Picking the object up, he tilted his head. "Honestly, who even loses their glasses?" And as soon as he was done talking, it hit him that maybe, just maybe, that guy over there who was looking at the ground and seemed a little bit lost would be that kind of person. Oh well, it takes all sorts, he guessed.
Approaching the stranger, he shaked the hand with which he was still holding the glasses lightly.
"Are these yours?"
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♙—}} The alarm rings. Hinata puts it in ‘snooze’ mode then goes back to sleep. Five minutes later, it rings again. Hinata makes it stop. He stays lying on his bed for another five minutes before sitting up. He looks at his alarm clock, its neon green digits staring back at him.
5:10 A.M.
He groans. It’s too early for this. He stands up anyway, goes to his bathroom for a quick shower (he sneezes at some point in there), and wears his jersey. He packs his school uniform in his bag, neatly folded, before checking to see if his textbooks and notebooks are in his bag. Once sure that his supplies are there, he slings his bag over one shoulder and leaves his bedroom.
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A passer-by is not exactly what Oikawa is. In fact, i's not rare for him to be watching a match he's not going to be part of. He had since long understood that volleyball was not just made up of a certain set of movements and techniques; critical thinking and analyzing are as important as the physical side of the sport. However, his eyes are still getting used to processing so much information in so little time. His mind still moves faster than his gaze, and that's why he doesn't mind getting up a bit earlier whenever there's notice of a match taking place, no matter if it's official or not.
So far he can tell this isn't one of the most interesting matches he's watched up until now. It's a bit too slow paced for his taste, and for some reason he's having trouble concentrating. Perhaps he should have gone to bed earlier yesterday. He tosses the thought to the back of his mind the moment an unfamiliar name resonates through the place. Chestnut hues divert to the side, an eyebrow raising as his sight is met with an equally unknown face to which he pays no mind. He regrets that move, though, as soon as that same person steps onto the court. He's not someone one familiar with the sport would consider all that fitting for its requirements because, simply put, he's uncommonly short in comparison to those usually implicated with volleyball..
For the rest of the match, although his attention is now fluidly drifting from one team to another, Oikawa's eyes keep fixing onto the latecomer every now and then, his previous observation having somewhat piqued his interest about what the little guy is exactly capable of. What he doesn't expect is that sudden jump, unnaturally high--
--and even before he even realizes what's going on, the ball hits his face, the impact just as painful as the small part of his ego crumbling down as he leans forward the slightlest, covering his face with one hand. The brunet doesn't recall having experienced this often at all, but strangely enough, the feeling is as familiar as it gets. A muffled, soft whimper builds at the back of his throat, but he holds it in as he hears an apology directed at him. Too bad a simple 'I'm sorry' isn't going to help the pain go away faster.
With a short grunt, Oikawa straightens his back, his hand never moving away from his now reddened nose. In all honesty, he would have accepted the apology and let the small incident slide -not without some nagging first, of course- if Hinata's smile wasn't so blatantly plastered onto his lips. It shouldn't come off as a surprise to anyone that his features don't show pain anymore but utter, childish indignation.
"Geh! W-What's that smile for?!"
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{ ♫ } letters
Once he had taken the envelope, her task had been completed. And almost instantly, the flush in her cheeks faded while her cute stuttering ceased; Sayaka was quick to discard her cute, vulnerable demeanor. After all, adorning multiple personas was her forte; yet, deep down, she was a bit annoyed at the fact that her school ‘friends’ were taking advantage of such a talent. Well, no matter. “Ah, thank you so much for considering her letter, Oikawa-san!” she beamed, pretending to cup her mouth to hide her smile. “My friend will be so happy to hear this news once I report back, hehe. —Ah! She sits towards of the front, if you want to talk to her tomorrow about it tomorrow. Oh, but, you knew that already, didn’t you?”
The athlete’s comment about getting a letter from her, however, wasn’t what she had originally calculated into her equation as to how this situation would go. Such statements probably came easy for him, since there were a plethora of girls at that would have died for such a chance; possibly even from just hearing those words. To have someone so talented, so popular, so wanted notice and acknowledge you…it was something the teenage girl hoped and dreamed about in high school. But seeing as how she was an idol — that changed things. Oikawa’s remark almost came across as a challenge to her. Talent challenging talent: who acknowledged the other’s success more?
“Oh, Oikawa-san, don’t be so silly! You already know how horrible I am at talking with boys. After all, I’ve…never really talked with many boys all my life.” Probably because no boy ever thought he would ever be in her league. But seeing as how this budding volleyball player looked like he would have a bright career ahead of him…perhaps such credentials had made him bold enough to say such a thing?
“Can you even imagine me writing a letter to one? Besides, I don’t have time for boys! Concerts make my schedule so busy!” Pause; had that cheery retort been a bit too narcissistic? “…Ahh, but, if I ever do write one, I’ll make sure you will be the first one I write to, hehe~♥ I wish I could be so athletic like you!" And, seeing as how this conversation had lasted longer than she had planned, Sayaka slid a foot behind her, as if turning to go. "You’re probably busy, right? I’m sorry for disturbing you! But…I do hope to see you in class tomorrow. Let’s talk more often, okay~? We’re classmates, after all!”
Suddenly, she gasped and cupped her mouth. “‘Class’! Oh, that reminds me! Oikawa-san, do you remember the question numbers we have to do for our foreign language homework? I mean, learning new languages is easy for me since I’m an idol, but…it’s still nice to be a good student!”
Seeing as they had hardly interacted in the past, the bluette's gentle manners had truly been a surprise for him, her apparent consideration for her friend being perhaps the unexpected aspect of it all. Remarkable people tended to be -or become- conceited or difficult to approach at some point and in some way, but no matter; these pointless musings weren't of any use right now. "You're such a nice friend, Sayaka-chan," he conceded, eyes narrowing as his smile widened, if only slightly. "I will, thank you."
If Sayaka saw his words as a challenge, the situation was barely a routine exercise for Oikawa-- which of course, didn't belittle the fact that he was being sincere nonetheless. His social skills were anything but top notch, and yet he knew how to behave way more correctly around females, even if his womanizer side also left much to be desired. But in any case, the only place in which he was to find a challenge was the volleyball court, and not exactly with a pretty girl like her.
The brunet blinked, features visibly softening just as an eyebrow raised in a discreet manner. "Ah?" It was only natural to assume that her being popular would make it all the more easy to socialize, and that was what he had done from the beginning and up until now. Such were the perks of being a well-known person, right? At least, that was what he was used to... when he looked past the comments regarding his nasty attitude towards certain matters. "Even so, feel free to come talk to Oikawa-san whenever you want. You know, I'm not gonna eat you~"
At the comment about being the first one she ever sent a letter, he giggled. It was understandable how her career as an entertainer would keep her away from things fit for people their age, though. "Whoa, lucky~ I hope you really do keep your promise!"
A sweatdrop rolling down his temple, as well as her taking a step back, reminded Oikawa what a pain those moments between the end of practice and making his way back home were. Still, her voice kept him away from such thoughts. Easy peasy, no rushing there. Sayaka had openly implied she would be okay with them talking more, so there was no need to be pushy now. With a nod, he was about to see her off when Well, that was an unpleasant turn he hadn't expected the conversation to take.
A breathy chuckle was held in at the back of his throat, brown hues diverting to the side. He barely had a clue they even had homework to do for that subject today. "Ah... I'm afraid not." Trying to recall the question numbers was useless, he knew that much. However, there was something to her speech that caught his attention. Good at languages, huh? He could use some help with that-- actually, with many things, but maybe it was best to go step by step first.
His eyes back on her, Oikawa's expression brightened as he put his good kid facade back on before keeping silent for just a couple seconds. "Say, Sayaka-chan, would you help me with that sometime when you're not busy?"
