Birb of Prey

Closed rp blog for Bokuto Kotaro - Affiliated with Red-Thread RP Age: 25 Location: Orias River Apartments Work: Kindergarten Teacher Single // Unfated

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amwricanbeavty

Alex stared at his arms and leaned close. She was examining it and then she puts her hands on his biceps to get a better feel of it.

❝You’re right. You sure know how to build muscles on here.❞ She squeezed it a bit ❝Do you play volleyball, mijo?❞

“You bet your butt I do! Or well I used to; went Pro for a little; but now I just teach a pile of little squirts how to be less annoying... By that I mean I teach kindergarten but I coach a junior league team a few nights a week. Gotta keep the guns nice afterall~”

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pinkbloggerasako

“Nah, i’m alright being ten feet or more away from you.”

“Uh.... What’d I do? Was just gonna show you this cool rock that kinda looks like a squirrel” 

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Just like the rest, back from Nano Hell and ready to be too hoot for you all to handle~ This is a starter call! Like this post for starters, no cap~!!

[[ Doing replies; in the meantime reblogging this another round, feel free to like it for a starter!

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One day, Akaashi will swing from my arms like a monkey... He just doesn’t know it yet. Yes. That will be the day...

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amwricanbeavty

❝What’s up?❞

“Look at my arms. Just look at that. Solid muscle, can barely stay in my shirt sleeve. You can touch if you like, don’t be alarmed it’s all natural~”

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soodyo:

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karasukags

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Tobio’s day had started off fairly good. During morning practice, the coach had announced that during the next game, he wanted to try using Tobio as the setter, to give him a chance at his favoured position. Of course, he had been excited beyond belief, having only agreed to play the role of a wing spiker instead because he had to play on the team to keep his scholarship. 

He should have known it would be too good to be true. 

When Tobio had gone to retrieve his uniform from his gym bag, the entire thing was ruined – purple splotches of what he could only assume was grape juice covering it. Attached was a crumpled, fruity note that said ‘nice try tobio-chan’ in pretty scrawl, signed by his captain and current setter. Oh yes, it was too good to be true that Oikawa would allow him to play his preferred position, even at the coach’s request. So naturally, Tobio had gone to the coach and confessed to making a mess of his uniform on accident, but was granted a loaner uniform for the time being until the dry cleaners was able to get the stains out of his usual one. 

Refusing to fall prey to Oikawa’s tricks, Tobio had decided to go to the community centre where he knew the other volunteered, intent on confronting him before things continued. Instead, he found another excitable man coaching the tyke volleyball team. Upon recognizing who it was, Tobio’s eyes lit up considerably, a childish excitement filling him as he hung around until the man wasn’t crowded by little kids.

“Kah–Kay–Kageyama!” He stuttered, jerking his hand out to the spikey haired male with as much grace as a blind man. Tobio’s cheeks flushed suddenly and he grasped at straws for his reasoning for approaching the man, at a loss for words in the presence of a face he knew very well.

“I-I’m a fan! Your spike was top 5 back in high school – I-I love volleyball!” 

You would think after spending his entire day teaching a hoard of children under the age of 6, Bokuto would be tired of the little tykes. Likely due to the fact that he himself was just a big child at heart it was with genuine enthusiasm that the man dedicated countless nights a week coaching volleyball to the local elementary school team.

Having already spent half the practice reviewing the fundamentals, the owlish coach had set the kids into pairs, getting them practice receiving the ball the other tossed... Though mostly he had set up the entire room to be a death trap of flying volleyballs. Same thing right?

With his attention focused on the kids at hand, the former captain didn’t notice the gymnasium door open, nor did he notice the rather excitable university student staring at him like he was the last piece of meat on the barbecue.

That was until said student approached him, all but stuttering out his own name like he was in the presence of a celebrity, hand shoved out and his face looking set to burst. Unable to help his laugh, Bokuto reached out to grasp his hand, shaking it enthusiastically.

“Kageyama huh? Good name!” He boomed, drawing his hand back as he placed both onto his hips, just staring down at the kid.  “Haha! Yeah that’s me! I’m impressed you know that! Do you play at all; or are you just a fan?”

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“Hey hey hey! You, yeah, you! C’mere you gotta see this!!”

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Just like the rest, back from Nano Hell and ready to be too hoot for you all to handle~ This is a starter call! Like this post for starters, no cap~!!

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kakikuri:

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) My Instagram My DeviantArt

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owlishsetter:

“About thirteen hours, roughly.” His reply came simply, voice unwavering since the amount of time he had spent in the theatre today didn’t really bother him. Working for hours on end was apart of who he was, and Keiji found himself happiest when he had a lot of things to do. Too much stillness turned his world grey, uninspiring, and that was dangerous for someone in his position. Having Kotarou help out would be helpful – if he was anyone but Kotarou. Keiji swore he broke just as many things as what he helped with, and that was because everything he helped out on ended up broken. Biting back a sigh, the artist leaned back tiredly and glanced over at him, eyes thoughtful as they observed. The other truly looked like he wanted to help, and Keiji could almost sense the critical decision ahead. He could either give Kotarou a paintbrush, ask him to help, or he could send him back home. The third option was to give him some sort of small job in hopes he wouldn’t be able to ruin Keiji’s hard work, but risk the other thinking Keiji just thought of him as a nuisance. Even after the time he spent living across the hall from the boisterous male, Keiji was still working on predicting the other’s reactions. He wondered if Kotarou just wanted to spend time together, which was normally the case. Figuring option two would be much too troublesome, especially with the other’s mood swings, Keiji accepted the fact that he would have to entertain Kotarou for the next little while. Taking a sip of his coffee, Keiji finally pried his eyes away from the owlish male.  “You can help if you’d like. None of it is particularly amusing work, though,” Keiji warned, sounding indifferent although there was a small part of him that enjoyed the idea of having some company for a while. Hearing the question from the other, Keiji couldn’t help it as a chuckle brushed past his lips, the sound of his quiet laughter filling the empty space around them. Glancing back over, he nodded, “go for it, Bokuto-san.”

“Thirteen hours?!” He repeated, golden eyes widening as he just stared at the male sitting next to him on the stage. He knew in reality if he’d taken the time to think about it, it as no more hours than he’d spent at a time in school on the volleyball court, or even lately working on things for the kids but.... Right then all he could focus on was Akaashi and his devotion to his art.

To say he was surprised the other had agreed to let him help, was an understatement. As much as he always wanted to, he wasn’t stupid enough to know that he was like a bull in a china shop when it came to being careful and was single handily responsible for half of the other’s projects to get ruined... And yet, that small smile found his neighours face, the smallest of nods finding his features as he agreed to let the older male help. It took all Kotarou had to keep in a hoot of enthusiasm. 

“Awesome! I’ll be super careful Akaashi I promise, just tell me what to do” He grinned enthusiastically, though his own laughed silenced as soon as he heard another floating in the otherwise silent room. Golden pools widened as he just listened, not often getting to hear anything but exasperation from the smaller male and he found himself stunned, just watching, unaware of the small blush creeping up his neck.

“R-Right, the Latte, thanks!” He fumbled, reaching for the cup, unaware of the source of his own fluster

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fvckerkawa:

   “How do you know what I need!? Get your own!”

“OIKAWA SHARE!”

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fvckerkawa:

   “This is my s’more, so no you can’t have it!” 

“You don’t need a whole box of them, I just want one! Gimme!”

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jousace:

     ｢★｣ “What am I supposed to be looking at?”

“You... You don’t see it?”

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owlishsetter:

Keiji certainly did not jump at the sound of doors suddenly slamming open, but all the same was lucky he had put his brush down already. Hovering a hand near his heart, Keiji breathed deeply to calm his now racing heart. Following the slam came a familiar voice, loud and yet not unwelcome as it traveled. Glancing towards the entrance, Keiji hid his scowl behind a passive face and raised a hand in greeting, putting little effort into his wave as Kotarou made his way over.  It wasn’t that he was unhappy to see the male, but he knew the kind of trouble his neighbour could get into and was feeling a little defensive over his work now. Taking note of the drinks, Keiji quirked an eyebrow up in questioning, heading over to one of the benches he was to finish staining, kneeling down beside it almost as if his turned back would make Kotarou go back home. He knew well enough though, that it took a lot more to rid oneself of a loud, owlish man.  “Ah. Thank you, Bokuto-san.” Keiji voiced quietly, looking up as the other stood near. He found it hard not to offer a small smile in return for the other’s wide grin. Knowing that whatever he said next would have to be very carefully worded, Keiji thought on his answer. In the end, he shook his head, instead choosing to take a break. “It’s fine. I’ll take a break since you’re here,” he said, still smiling as he stood up again. Looking at the drink choice Kotarou had brought, he wondered if the other had even gotten anything for himself. Deciding he could use the burst of energy, Keiji took the coffee from the container nodding in thanks once more.  “Did you not get yourself something?” His smile turned playful for a moment before he passed by Kotarou, taking a seat at the edge of the stage instead. 

“Did you not get yourself something?”

The question was so simple and yet, it was like slow motion as Bokuto`s face slowly slipped, his features loosing their beaming pride as golden eyes slowly lowered down to the tray in his hands, now holding three drinks. All three being ones he`d picked with the other in mind. All three carefully chosen as estimates on what he knew about his neighbour and yet the barista`s question of “Is that all” had still not reminded him to get himself something.

His look of frustration spoke more than his words needed to as he slowly lifted his head once more, staring at the other with a look that was unreadable as anything other than disgruntled. 

Trying his best to shake it off, he moved to hop onto the stage beside the other, placing the tray between them as he glanced around at the stage, noting with an impressed awe the work Akaashi had already done.  “How long have you been here, are you sure you don’t want help?” He asked, raising a brow. “I can’t do anything fancy, but I am a good heavy lifter and can do basic colours” He offered, his smile eager as he hoped he wouldn’t be sent away, wanting any excuse to spend more time with the man beside him

“... Can I have your latte?”

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Brokuto is not discrete.

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Keiji let out a long sigh, adjusting from his position on the floor. He’d been situated there, hand gripped around the handle of a paint brush as he continued to work on the scenery pieces for the annual red thread play. He’d been cooped up in the theater for so long, inhaling the paint fumes from buckets of paint that he refused to allow anyone else to touch. The assistant he had been assigned turned out to just be a regular high school student, who didn’t care for doing things right, just getting them done. Keiji wanted to make the props perfect for the play, even if it was solely voluntary. There was no use in doing something half-assed. He’d dismissed the assistant hours ago, now faced with the seemingly impossible task of finishing all of the backdrops, props, and otherwise – by himself. Hopping up from the ground as he finished painting another piece of wood cut in the shape of a tree, for the background of the upcoming shows. Setting his paintbrush down safely, the dark haired male went about stretching, feeling his back pop several times as he moved. Rolling his head a bit, the male then looked around, deciding what to work on next. He had many pieces already stood up, drying, but there was still quite a bit to do. 

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Of course Bokuto know about the play. He knew more about the play then most of the town, and there was probably more he should have known if he didn’t have a lifetime habit of tuning out halfway through being talked to. His kindergartners were doing a small ‘performance’ of their own as the “opening”; a little skit to tell people to turn off their phones, not to talk, stay seated... It was short, but the kids were excited. 

Because of this, the Owlish male had been privy to the grapevine of information surrounding the play itself, and  had gotten wind that a certain neighbour of his was soloing the props and backdrops; and had been spending hours alone in the community center getting them done.

So of course, that meant that Kotarou needed to help.

It was past 10 that evening by the time the former captain had finished his lessons plan for the next day, and having heard nothing but silence from the hall all night he knew his neighbour was still at the center. Grabbing his sweater and some loose sweats, he had left this apartment, making his way out into the night.

Volume control had never been his forte, something that was far too obvious when he burst into the theater, making no effort not to scare his ‘friend’ by accident. Holding a paper tray with four drinks on it, the man waves his arm over enthusiastically from the back door.

“Akaashi!” He yelled, his booming voice carrying even without the assist of the acoustics; wasting no time in heading to where the younger man was sitting.

“I wasn’t sure what you drank, so I brought you a tea, a coffee, a latte and a juice” He explained, grinning proudly from ear to ear. “Need some help?”