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Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.
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”Buy me a garigari!”
"Noya, you had five last night." Seriously, where did he put all that?
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Dry mouth, red face, awkward coughing, check.
[And what on earth were his hands doing?]
Freakin' now or never, then.
Call the toss, Ace.
"F- For some reason, I'm attracted to you."
"You… like me…?"
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”That hit was wild,” he agrees, dark brows lifting and eyes alight with something akin to amazement. He’s been hit by a couple of stray bludgers in his time playing as Gryffindor’s keeper — most of which have broken some bones in his small body — but he’s never been struck by one quite as incredible as Asahi’s.
Noya scooches to the edge of the bed, muddy boots landing on the stone floor. Standing up, the keeper palms his tender shoulder, rolling it gingerly. “But don’t worry ‘bout it — shit happens during quidditch. This’ll heal by morning, ‘nyway!”
It’s amazing, he muses, how everything he knows about someone he doesn’t know is rendered invalid in a single chance encounter. Asahi Azumane isn’t a bad guy; he’s just a little misunderstood. Maybe it’s the stubble and long hair. Maybe.
”You’re a damn good beater, y’know? I’ve never been knocked out by a single bludger that wasn’t meant for my head,” he says conversationally as he unsheathes his wand; a flick and his hair and robes are dry. Noya raises his wand towards the tall Hufflepuff. “Y'want me to dry you or y'wanna get sick?”
Asahi's face broke out in a grin.
[Smiling always helps, he told himself. In any situation. Smiling in apology, smiling at random strangers. If only he could pull off the sunny, friendly look as seamlessly as some of his friends.]
His expression and his stance oozed with happy relief. Sugawara called him a pessimist, but expecting the worst meant experiencing pleasant surprises when you turn out to be wrong. Admittedly, it was a stupid way to think, but it worked for Asahi.
"Oh! That would be g r e a t --" A sneeze. Weirdly small and cute for someone his size. "--Sorry. Heh, I might already be sick, though."
He glanced at the puddle of water at his feet. The nurse wouldn't be too happy about that. Why didn't Asahi think about the drying thing, anyways? Honestly, a wizard in his last year of schooling...
"Seriously though!" He blurted the words out as if he had forgotten about them.
[Which he had.]
"I mean, is there any way I can make things up to you? I know there's no permanent damage and it happens all the time, but still-- I feel pretty bad about all this." The last part was probably unnecessary.
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”But there’s nothin’ for you to be concern over, Asahi-san. Plus, I can handle my own very well.”'
"I know you can," The ace soothed. "But I actually enjoy fussing over people I care about, alright?"
Tell me a secret thought your character has had about mine.
It could be about anything.
Intensely wants to rp with your character but doesn’t know how to approach.
Breathes on your shoulder.
{ = ’ ω ’ = } —
Jeez, if he didn’t know the other team’s middle blocker, Kenma was sure to forget who this tall person was (and for the better too, because both his height and the way he looked at the moment intimidated him).
He blinks at the change in facial expression, lips pursing into a thin line as he swallows. Was that a grin? Why would someone in their right mind do that when they look like a creep— Not that he usually looked like one, it’s just… He should get that hair cut.
“Ah… Yeah,” came the confirmation, unsure of whether he should turn his DS back to face himself. “… Isn’t it… Really late…?” He was implying the question of ‘Why’re you up?’ but, hey, not like Kenma could talk himself.
"Oh. Yeah. Um. Yeah, it is." Cue weird gesture towards the glass of water in his hand. Was he really this vague when he was sleep deprived? Maybe it was the quiet boy's presence that unsettled him. He could never figure out how to speak to him, but hey, this was a good time to learn, right?
"What about you?" What the-- Where did that come from--
"I- I mean, why're you up so late and stuff? Or early. I have no idea at this point." Yes, Asahi, just stick your whole foot in your mouth. Go on, do it.
I’m in ruins because of these two
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