C O N N E C T !

be dyed in nekoma's red.

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hey there, welcome !   you just walked into a roleplay blog of 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔 from the 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!! series.   beforehand :   please understand that I am in no way affiliated with Furudate Haruichi.    //   my interpretation & notions of Kuroo as a character, are both based on canon & headcanon traits & experiences !   as for yours truly, Kelly   (   the mun   ),   I’m a 25 y/o, nonbinary any pronouns are okay, european fella !   I’m your typical ENFP 7w6, with lots of energy & mental breakdowns at least three times a week.

  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : SEMI - HIATUS.   indie.   selective.   semi - private.   multi - versed.   oc / crossover friendly.

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shit I forgot

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kiss.  for [ peach ] to kiss [ kuroo ]. 😌❤️

          ❛   It's a shame ya can't tag along ...   I bet ya'd have lots'a fun.   ❜     & it's not even like he's trying to talk her into changing her mind or, perhaps, even trying to sound endearing.   — what Kuroo's said outright the truth. Peach, more than anyone else, should know. alas :   life's never been easy for neither of them ;   this is just another add - on. the third - year boy grins.

          instead of going outside to meet with the team about to catch the bus on the way to the countryside, though, both manager & captain stand inside the club room. they're the two standing people in the room after every other team player & coach made it out of the space.     (   which there's no complaints about, really.   )     all Kuroo can do now, in the present moment of calmness before the storm, is let his hands rest on either side of the blonde's face & allow thumbs to draw soothing, gentle motions back & forth upon fair highlights before leaning forward just the slightest bit kiss the bridge of Peach's nose.

          in an immediate return —   Kuroo's stunned by the petite hands that clutch at the collar of his jacket & pull him even closer :   her lips meeting his in a crazed tide of kisses that feel hurried yet sincere. he should get going :   there's still a long trip to take on the way to the countryside ;   there are important matches to play in only two days. meetings at hand. but ...   how can Kuroo possibly not soften at this ?   how can his hands not fall from her cheeks to her waist & hold her tight ?   how can he leave when his mind's clouded by the feeling of his girlfriend's soft lips & the taste of cherry gloss ?   /   breathless. hopeless. overwhelmed. smitten.   it takes a grand effort for Kuroo to break & stop the kissing by moving his lips from Peach's mouth down to her jawline. & then, with a heavy sigh, he straightens his position to create a distance.

          along with tilting his head to the side of his shoulder & arching an eyebrow :     ❛   Y'er a box full'a surprises aren't ya ?   Where did that come from ?   ❜     he’s just going away for the weekend !   still ...   that was one hell of a pleasant goodbye !

VIA THE SYSTEM OF TOUCH ;     no longer accepting      //     @soverina

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HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED ?

TILL THE END OF FOREVER.   /     you need to be loved unconditionally. you need to be reminded that love is not temporary, that you deserve it. that those who love you will not leave. you need to be loved the way angels love humanity. or how devils love angels. you need to be loved in greatness, in fullness, you need to be loved hard and fierce. loud, shout it to the ends of the earth, your love won’t leave. you need to be loved when nothing else will be. you need to realize you are worthy even through the end.

tagged by :   no one. I bluntly stole this from @pridewon​ tagging :   anyone who wants to do it !   steal it from me !

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inbox call !

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@lestoria 🐈‍⬛🐈

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( fxulplay — from akaashi ! maybe there was an accident during a practice match ? :0 ) 'tend'

          ❛   Shit. Sorry t'a steal these from ya.   ❜     the middle blocker apologizes once he's able to find the strength to talk properly ;   however, that doesn't last long. before he even realizes it :   the boy's entirely unable to keep his teeth from forcefully bitting at his inferior lip as means to repress a distressed cry. —   right at the moment, there's a heavy grimace tugging at his semblance as he lets fukurodani's setter assist him with the taping of two fingers from his left palm.     (   this is not the first time that Kuroo has hurt himself while playing volleyball. truth to be told, it most certainly won't be the last.   )

          this time around, however, he feels a bit to blame when he's using someone else's tape for his fingers after doing such a poor receive. what the hell happened back there ?     //     whilst still uncharateristically silent, Kuroo stares at the tape around his fingers & sighs. as means to test if his hand can move properly, the boy clenches his hand into a fist &, almost immediately, closes his eyes at the piercing pain that runs from his fingers to his arm. that hurts. that hurts like a literal bitch.     ❛   Damn it, Akaashi.   ❜     nekoma's captain whines, attempting his very best to force away the discomfiting ambiance that has accidentally grown between the two ;   moving a small smile to tug at his lips when he looks at the setter.     ❛   What're ya guys bein' fed over at Fukurodani ?   I've never had my hand hurt like this !   Shit !   ❜     & this has only been a friendly match between friends !   go figures how it would have been if there was something else at stake & not just the bragging rights over today's match. —  honestly :   Kuroo doesn't even want to think about it. his poor hand would've been ripped off by the fucking wrist !

          ❛   I'll make sure t'a give back to ya some tape. Eventually. Again :   sorry I had t'a borrow these. Thanks for all the help !   ❜

VIA THE SYSTEM OF TOUCH ;     accepting      //     @fxulplay   (  akaashi  )

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tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

           ❛   What ?   What's wrong ?   ❜     Tetsurō turns when he looks down & realizes that Kira's directing her hands to his necktie. didn't he tie it right ?   no, that can't be —   he's never messed up the tying of a single tie ever since he learnt it for good on the morning of first day of work at the JVA !   honestly ...     the job didn't necessarily demand him to wear formal clothing regularly ...   but ever since that day that he's taken up the challenge of collecting the widest, most fashionable collection of suits & formalwear pieces.     //     a small note he's made that fateful morning, upon arraging his tie faultlessly, was to wish for the blessing of all people who appreciated getting dressed fashionably on a daily basis & used this as video - worth content for social media.     (   actually :   he may or may not have thanked for this endorsement during that New Years. that is, however, something only he will ever know.   )

          but then it hits him :   he hasn’t done anything wrong with his tie. rather ... someone else has.  & it turns out that the one tie he's been wearing has one hell of a nasty stain. damn it !   the sports' promoter groans ;   a headache coming in hot. when he looks down at the discarded article, Tetsurō grumbles, clearly upset that he didn't even notice that tiny, small, little spot right in front of his chest. —  God knows how much mocking he'd be target of had he waltzed into a meeting with a tie containing remains of orange - turn - beige baby food. how could you, Keiko - chan ? !

          ❛   Thanks.   ❜     he says with a sigh once Kira’s done replacing the dirty tie with a new one, his palm gently cupping his beloved wife's jaw & pulling her face closer to his so he can place a quick peck at her lips.     (   without doubt, Kira just might be today's savior. how kind she is !   their son, however ...   )     ❛   My hero !   ❜     he grins, pulling away from her just enough to kiss her forehead & then move to grab his backpack from the kitchen table & set motion to the start of his day.

VIA THE SYSTEM OF TOUCH ;     accepting      //     @violevin

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wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

           Kuroo Tetsurō has always been a morning individual. more often than not :   he finds himself waking up before the alarm set in his phone ;   like always, he reaches for it with his lids still closed     (   feeling for the phone at the top of the bedside table   )     & only opens an eye when it's to check the time. at this point, this has become a waking up routine —   through & through during years of high-school & now into university. nothing much ever changes about it ...   which is nice.

          ...   until it does change & it's admittedly strange at first, that is.

          ❛   hmm...   ❜     frowning out of his state of slumber, the boy's eyebrows knit together as he feels something lightly brush against the skin of his jaw & down lower to his neck until it meets his shoulder.     (   oh.   hold on a moment. that's right.   )     the corner of his mouth tips upwards ever so slightly ;   in a display of what is, for sure, the laziest grin one has ever seen, & huffs through his nose.     //     instead of moving away or separating himself from the soft, reverent kisses that now adorn his skin, briefly, muses to himself over how he is no longer living on his.     ‘   get a hold of yourself, Tetsurō.   ’

          —   he only stirrs in bed to turn to the side of his body, an arm promptly falling atop of his girlfriend's slim waist & pulling her ever close to his frame. with jet - black, bed - ridden locks, Kuroo leans closer until his face meets with the Kira's clavicle & , obviously, starts returning every kiss she has graced him with.     //     it's only a couple of moments later, when he's got a hand at the side of her semblance & another on the mattress to keep him from pinning her to the mattress that Kuroo notes how viciously red her lips are, as well as the blooming marks at the base of her neck & upper chest, that he speaks :

          ❛   Y’know ...   I could get used t'a havin’ ya wake me up 'nd stayin' like this for the entire day ...   ❜     his voice's nothing but a whisper as he leans back in for another kiss to his girlfriend's lips ;   a contented smile lingering when, with the tip of his nose, he runs a line through Kira’s rosed cheeks.     ❛   ...   but I really should start gettin' ready.   ❜

VIA THE SYSTEM OF TOUCH ;     accepting      //     @violevin

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¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ .     the following is a compilation of   action based   prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes .   ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the   receiver   be the one to perform the action ) .   do not add anything on to these memes .  

hands.  for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.

tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

combat.  for our muses to train together in combat.

pin.  for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).

push.  for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.

shove.  for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.

tend.  for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.

trace.  for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).

gag.  for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.

kiss.  for your muse to kiss my muse.

hair.  for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.

pull.  for your muse to pull my muse close to them.

sit.  for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.

lap.  for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.

tackle.  for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.

fight.  for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

neck.  for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.

throat.  for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.

collapse.  for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.

carry.  for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.

warmth.  for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).

morning after.  for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.

wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.

drink.  for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.

swim.  for our muses to go for a late night swim.

intimacy.  for our muses to embrace each other after sex.

death.  for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.

goodbye.  for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.

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ID. ▼     /   BOKUTO   . ! 

… wait, that’s not the plan. That’s, like… the opposite of the plan. Kuroo congratulates him on his aim (as he should, that was a wicked shot!!) and… starts walking away? No no no nononono! “Weh? Oi - oi Kuroo, that’s not fair! Wait up, bakaneko!” An order more than a request… and one that would have sounded infinitely more efficient if his voice hadn’t cracked right at the end as he almost slipped again. Embarrassing. 

Bokuto hangs on tight. And Bokuto considers his options. Kuroo is walking away, convinced he just had the last word and that he’ll stay stuck up there all night, or at least until Akaashi starts asking questions and pries the truth out of the cat’s teeth, and goes to coach Yamiji for rescue. Except… Bokuto has no intention of waiting that long in such a humiliating position. Which, unfortunately for all parties involved… leaves him with only one option.

“Fine!! I’m comin’ down by myself then!!” He shouts out, frustration and resentment and pride slowly filling up a bubbling gauge coming dangerously close to overdrive… Bokuto peels himself from the trunk, and carefully, swing one leg over the branch so they’re both on the same side. Then, he shuffles around, and slowly lowers himself while gripping at the wood until… he looks like a sloth hanging from a branch. “Haha! I’m doin’ it! You’re seein’ this, Kuroo??” Danger? Never heard of her. Bokuto Koutarou eats danger for breakfast. 

          there is absolutely no way Bokuto will decide to come down that tree alone —   ...   is there ?   without much conviction past that point, Kuroo keeps pacing & pacing away ...   & yet :   looks above his shoulder, so he can add the fitting imagery to the sound of cracking & flapping of wood & leaves.     (   holy mother of God, this guy's insane !   he's bound to get himself killed !   )

          ❛   Oi, oi, oi !   The hell Bo ?   Can't ya take a damn joke ?   ❜     as if a strike like that was enough to seriously wound someone ;   tch.   a comment that never quite echoes beyond his mind, as the cats' Captain finds himself biting his tongue as he returns to his spot by the tree trunk. for a moment or two, Kuroo simply nods at his best friend's boisterous exclamations about being able to move down on his own —   the middle - blocker sighs at the mention of his name.

          ❛   Yeah, yeah. I got ya.   ❜     both arms extend to the sides, palms facing upwards, in a position that's all too familiar; the boy preparing himself to catch a literal hunk out of a tree.     ❛   As much as I'd love t'a tell everyone t'a story of how ya managed t'a break yer ass while fallin' down a tree ...   I'd much rather not have that happen durin' camp.   ❜     hands, thus, move to rest at the sides of his friend's hips once they're within reach. now :   if Bokuto falls ...   that will be a bird & a cat in one stone. careful, careful, careful ...

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remember shadow the hedgehog

literally how fucking dare you

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ID. ▼     /   CHIBI - CHAN   . !

@kunekos· continued from here!

Despite his best efforts; he was unable to persuade any of the team to accompany him back to the court after dinner. Even his tactic of taunting Kageyama had failed - actually, Daichi had put a stop to that before it could really begin. Rest was important, yes - but Hinata had so much energy to burn, that he wasn’t ready to turn in just yet! Besides, he wanted to use every bit of training time he could get his hands on.

Eventually, his Captain had agreed, as long as Hinata was back before curfew. It was probably an attempt for Hinata to burn off some more of his energy before lying down for the night - not that the first year had to know that. As a result, he’d bolted some dinner - mainly some rice and a few pieces of meat - before all but sprinting back to the court, glee filling his face when he realized he was the first one there. For the moment, he was content to bounce a volleyball from a nearby wall to practice receiving.

Turning when he heard Kuroo enter, Hinata beamed and all but sprinted over, a jump in place when he skidded to a stop. “Kuroo-san…!” He chirped lightly, eyes shining. “Well, Captain said that it was important to rest after a long day of training, but I wanted to come back - so I did…!” He explained. “I just wanted to practice a little more…! But no one else was here yet, so I’ve been working on receiving. I just need to get back before curfew!” Another bounce in place, bending down to pick up his volleyball. “Are you here without your team, too?”

         out of the many things Kuroo could count on —   acknowledging little Hinata as the first     (   & at this point :   the only   )     person besides him walking this early into the gym area ;   this one ...   yeah. it was certinly not an option that's even part of the list.

         ❛   huh ...   dependable Sa'mura - san was wise enough t'a tell ya that but not enough t’a drag y'er team's ass back ?   I see ...   ❜     how strange. Karasuno's aware that ...   despite traditions & friendships that are years - long at this point, they are just as welcome as any other to join, at any time, correct ?   Kuroo ponders to himself, an eyebrow arching in the process ;   then again ...   it's only the team's first training camp that includes a team asides from their own & an opponent. & also :   Karasuno did run through the most penalties. it's only been a day !   could a bunch of crows seriously be tired after that ?   hm.

          Nekoma's captain crosses his arms ...   but he grins, however.     ❛   Yes 'nd no. A couple'a people went over t'a the gym on the other side'a school. I came into this one cause I thought it was empty —   this is the one I often come to after dinner break.   ❜     with a simple response at the tip of his tongue, Kuroo paces forward in the petite middle - blocker's direction.    ❛   Tell me, chibi - chan. How are ya enjoyin' camp ?   'S great, isn't it ?   ❜

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it’s so weird to be back to writing a decent human being

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ID. ▼     /   TOORU   . !

 a  part  of  him  does  anticipate  that  kuroo  will  try  to  avoid  this  situation.  after  all,  experiencing  feelings  very  deeply  and  having  highly  intense  conversations  is  not  something  that  has  ever  been  a  thing  between  them.  and  yet  he  remains  here.

 suddenly  it’s  hard  to  be  sad,  hard  to  be  consistent;  kuroo  is  too  sweet,  too  cute,  oikawa  almost  smiles.  almost.  the  weight  of  his  tears  is  still  heavy  on  his  cheeks  but  they  stop  spilling  as  he  gazes  at  his  lover?  friend?  unsure  as  of  now;  still,  swept  up  in  his  beauty,  in  the  way  he  treats  him.  oikawa  reaches  up  and  twines  their  hands  together,  fingers  fitting  into  the  crooks  sloppily.  there  isn’t  time  to  be  neat  when  kuroo  is  speaking  and  making  oikawa’s  heart  flutter;  he  feels  light  and  airy.  each  detail  carves  another  line  of  memory  into  his  brain  until  he’s  sure  half  of  his  mind  is  dedicated  to  kuroo  himself,  to  the  tiny  details,  to  the  large  chunks  of  emotion  he  tosses  and  oikawa  catches.

 his  fingers  run  over  kuroo’s  hand  and  trace  his  fingers,  his  knuckles,  his  joints,  the  bump  of  his  wrist.  even  those  facts  grant  intricacy  to  his  body;  his  bones  become  architecture,  his  veins  become  lacework,  everything  about  him  shifts  to  a  fascinating  specimen  that  it’s  almost  overwhelming.  “ say  it  again, ”  he  whispers,  the  last  tear  rounding  over  his  cheek,  tracing  his  jaw,  disappearing  past  his  neck.  “ say  that  you  love  me.  again.  i  want  to  hear  it.  please. ”  he  moves  forward,  pushes  the  distance  from  between  them  until  their  foreheads  meet.  it’s  there  that  he  smiles,  though  the  shape  of  his  lips  is  weak,  weathered.  still,  kuroo  is  the  one  he’s  always  wanted  and  it  has  never  changed  after  all.

          Tetsurō's been holding his breath without quite realizing it ;   he sighs. trembles. Tōru's hands take a devoted hold of his. he mindlessly runs gentle fingertips through his skin, drawing delicate patterns that bring Tetsurō's eyes to the point where they meet.     (   despite the fatigue that weights on his shoulders & renders him speechless at times. despite their frivolous quarrel & discord provoked by relentless, unwavering stubbornness ...   )     this is precisely what coming back home feels like. with the setter's hand in his & his quiet plea for Tetsurō to voice out his feelings one more time & a forehead leaning on his as a last tear falls.

          & for a moment, while the sports promoter pushes Tōru's hands away from his,     —   only to move his so they can settle in comfort at each side of the brunette's face & kindly cup it between his palms   —,     he vows that that drop will be the last one he'll ever shed that is sorrow - borne.

          ❛   I love you.   ❜     he repeats without much hesitance like before ;   closes his eyes for a moment & then opens to look at the only person who he'd run anywhere to get to —   no matter the time. no matter the consequences. no matter the pain & obstinacy. thus :   in a movement that's become as easy as breathing, Tetsurō leans just the slightest bit forward to kiss his lover's tear - stained, reddened, cheek.     ❛   I love you so much.   ❜     at this point, it becomes a chant of low - voiced whispers & oaths as he repeats it time & time again, his lips meeting with Tōru's skin anywhere he can reach :   his forehead, the bridge of his nose, cheeks, temples, jawline, the salty mark where that last tear disappeared at his neck ...   until his eyes open & gaze at him as if this is the first time they're genuinely looking at each other.

          ❛   I am ...   so sorry.   ❜

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ID. ▼     /   CROW   . ! 

See, here’s the thing. Yamaguchi is easily flustered and embarrassed; so, by instinct of survival, he strives to avoid embarrassing situations. It doesn’t always work, because he also happens to be clumsy and trip on his own feet… but tripping on his own words is more rare. It takes a really unusual situation for Yamaguchi to allow himself to say anything that could put him to fault… or it takes someone like Kuroo to be able to pick at what most people would have let slide/wouldn’t even have noticed. Yamaguchi’s ears burn bright red under the captain’s accusation; and naturally, he feels compelled to glower back: “I wasn’t eavesdropping!” He is about to add that it wasn’t his fault Haiba-kun was louder than everyone in the room put together, but… Kuroo has already moved on to something else. Dammit. 

Yamaguchi doesn’t know if he should consider himself lucky, but… he soon is too busy focusing on Nekoma’s captain’s advice to ponder any further: attentive and eager, hungry to learn so he can catch up with the rest of his flock. Dutifully, he follows Kuroo’s example, imitates, corrects, notices the differences between what he used to do, and what he’s learning (one leg forward? maybe that’s how people go for the ball, rather than getting smacked by it!). Yamaguchi doesn’t know much about Kuroo (except what Tsukki has let transpired - none of it very glorious) be he decides/acknowledges at least one thing: he is patient, and he explains well. Yamaguchi muses he must be a good teacher.

Excited && excitedly, Yamaguchi smiles to himself as he pieces it all together; before Kuroo snaps him out of his thoughts and prompts him to glance towards Nekoma’s resident clumsy giant (currently being berated by their libero for what seems to be the hundred-and-fourth time today). “Well… you’re his captain, right? Doesn’t that give you the right to say something kind of by default?” Yamaguchi muses, a sorry and vaguely compassionate smile hanging at the corner of his lips (hang in there, Haiba-kun; us losers gotta stick together). 

Yamaguchi readies himself to add something - when Haiba (his arms not held together and his legs not properly bent) shanks yet another receive and sends the ball flying right into Nekoma’s ace’s face. Aouch. “… I’m sure he means well.” So there are worse players than him out there. “And that he’s grateful for the help he gets from his upperclassmen. Even when it gets… brutal.” 

         along with a cautious look - over, patiently, Kuroo scanned every move as Yamaguchi attempted at following in on his movements &, alas, to catch up with the correct positioning of his feet & arms. along the way :   the cats' captain moves his hand every now & then to tap at the places that should be improved & tips on how to maintain the position through & through —   which the first - year seems to have little to no struggle at accomplishing once he gets it right the first time.

          it's only when he's proud of the work he's done at helping Karasuno's pinch server that Kuroo straightens his position & allows himself to grin down at the boy with hands settling at either side of his hips.     (   that went far better than he'd expected it to go. figures !   how could a crow retain all this information but a stray cat of his litter appeared to not even be able to fully comprehend the basics of a well - done receive. it's annoying, sure —   but it'll turn around someday. & if not at his hands :   then Yaku's or Kenma's.   )     when Yamaguchi shifts over to take a proper look at Lev's rather intense training session with the demon senpai :   Kuroo, too, turns to observe. it's nothing that he hasn't seen before —   & it's as much of a disaster as it's always been. he groans. frustration seeping through his tongue.     ❛   Well ...   ya'd think it's easy t'a say t'a someone's face that they suck at volleyball when they go out braggin' about bein' a team's weapon.   ❜     the third - year sighs heavily, tipping his head slightly to the side ;   golden eyes still very much focused on the libero & middle - blocker when the latter receives a volleyball with his face. again.     ❛   eeeesh ...   — that ought'a hurt. 'M not even sure how that guy keeps doin' it.   ❜

         Kuroo claps his hands as a way to get them both to forget about the trainwreck that's his team's training sessions with the youngest team members.

         ❛   But now that I helped ya with y'er receives —   hypotetically speakin’ ...   would ya like t'a try it out ?   ❜     he asks with a lingering challenge to the back of his mind ;   it's a test. how much can someone improve at sports when the learning's come with no exercise ?   the genuine smile lingering on his features is crooked at this point ;   feline eyes gleaming with a blaze that's all too energetic & willing.     ❛   I could serve ya some 'nd see how much better ya do at receives now that ya know what it takes.   ❜