Anxious Photographer

I am cold, can you hear? I will fly with no hope, no fear And the ground taunts my wings Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing... Est. April 15th, 2016

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nobilissiregis:

“I wouldn’t say I know a lot about flowers. Just enough to get by,” Oikawa replied with a shrug, letting go of the lily he’d been touching. He wasn’t quite sure what jonquils meant, but Oikawa still stood by the daffodils comment: Satou was insecure and uncertain. Glancing over at the calla lily that Satou was playing with, he hummed. “Aren’t calla lilies supposed to mean beauty?” He then asked, glancing up at Satou. “I’m surprised you have an affinity for them.”

           “Ahh, I see...” At the comment about calla lilies meaning beauty he wondered for a moment. “I’m actually not sure-- I only knew they were often used for... funerals... but they’re still beautiful flowers none the less. They’re not something usual, and feel kind of unique for that...” There’s a shrug as he hummed, moving his hand from the lily to his sweater hem once more to fidget with it a bit. “But who wouldn’t have an affinity for something connected to beauty? Beautiful things are wonderful and easy on the eyes, there’s nothing too wrong with that... right?”

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nobilissiregis:

“How quaint~!” Oikawa remarked, following Satou through the house towards the garden. Taking the outdoor shoes and slipping them on, he wandered forward and through the rather tastefully constructed garden. It was obviously well-maintained. Reaching out, he gently brushed his fingers against the nearest lily. The white petals were unfurled, curling outwards to display the vibrantly yellow stamen.

“Mm… so you like lilies the most, Ryou-chan? I would’ve pegged Ryou-chan for a daffodil person, considering how he is.” He didn’t elaborate much on his statement, instead gesturing at the flower he just touched. “Did you know that the white ones mean purity and chastity, for all they’re used in funeral bouquets?”

          “I danno about daffodils... Maybe jonquils? They kind of resonate with me a little bit...” The meanings between the two were fairly different last he checked, but if he were wrong he wouldn’t be surprised. He only really researched lilies the most. “Mm! They’re my favorite ones, especially calla lilies... they’re really beautiful, even if they’re not a true lily.” Smiling softly, he reached over to feel one of the calla lilies in the garden in particular, appreciating the soft singular petal of the flower. “Do you know alot about flowers, Oikawa-san...?”

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( I hate that I rlly wanna rp on here, but simultaneously I rlly just wanna RP one or three threads specifically for sure. /flings self into a pit. why brain whhhyyyy )

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nobilissiregis:

“It’s okay, Ryou-chan. I accept your apology. I know you don’t mean to be offensive, right?” Oikawa’s lips curled into a smile at the sight of Satou nervously fiddling with his sweater. Following him through the gated fence and into his house, Oikawa glanced around with a mild curiosity. The entryway was quite… hm, he wouldn’t say mundane, but it certainly wasn’t as decorated as he thought it would, considering how inclined Satou was to taking photos.

He took his shoes off, neatly putting them to the side and walked right into the house. “Ne, Ryou-chan, you should show me around. Did I remember correctly saying that you have a garden?” He’d be appropriately disappointed if he didn’t.

          “A-Ah, yes! We do--” At the mention of having a garden, he nodded, a sudden rise of some excitement bubbling up. The garden was something he cherished, and he was thankful his mother had someone come and take care of it when she wasn’t taking care of it. “Here, I can show you to it, and we have some outside shoes by the door to the backyard so your socks won’t get dirty.” Nodding, he took his own shoes off at the front door, shutting it and locking it before leading Oikawa to the back door that lead out to the garden.

          “My mom doesn’t have any particular flowers she prefers, but she planted all the lilies on my request so there are quite a few of them...” Slipping on the outdoor shoes, he opened the door to let Oikawa out into the garden. “It’s my favorite part of the house, honestly... All the flowers are soothing to photograph.”

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nobilissiregis:

“Ryou-chan’s such a dedicated fan of mine,” Oikawa said with a lilt to his words and a grin on his face. Laughing briefly, he then added a light, “It’s flattering to have someone like Ryou-chan constantly scurrying after me like I’m actually worth your time~!” Or so he claimed. Oikawa was far more immodest than he presented himself to be.

Smirking over at Satou, he reached out to brush his fingertips against Satou’s cheek. “But ne, Ryou-chan, I don’t appreciate being called weird for saying something is cute. Nice-looking and pretty are words I use for people, ne? Not houses. But ne, maybe if I said that your home is pretty, you might hear me wrong and think I was calling you pretty, right? What a terrible misunderstanding that would be~!”

          “A-Ah, I didn’t mean you were weird for doing something weird it just... seemed like strange phrasing... I’m sorry.” Clearing his throat, he fidgeted with the hem of his sweater, feeling his stomach sink as Oikawa continued. “Y-Yeah... That would be...” Fidgeting more with his sweater, he bit at his lip, his fingers clutching at the hem of his sweater eventually, holding the fabric tight. As he tried to think of what he could even continue their conversation with after that comment, he was relieved to see the house come into view.

          “H-Here it is.” Nodding, he unlocked the fence with a key from a small set in his back pocket and lead Oikawa to the door, then using another key from the set to unlock the front door. He didn’t have any texts from his mother, so he could only assume she was still at work. “M-Make yourself right at home, O-Oikawa-san.” Nodding again, he pursed his lips in some attempt of making certain it didn’t sound like he was more than beyond a pile of frying nerves at this point.

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nobilissiregis:

“Shouldn’t I be the judge of that, Ryou-chan? Or are you implying that you know my tastes so well that you can guess what I’d like without waiting for me to actually tell you what I think?” Oikawa replied with a curious tilt of his head, a smile as mild as milk upon his lips. Taking both the change and the receipt from the tray, he glanced over at Satou. “I suppose you might know, considering how closely you follow me. Ne, Ryou-chan?”

The way he said that almost made it seem accusatory, pointed, sharp–but as ever, Oikawa’s smile was teasing and his voice amused. How Satou interpreted his words was, of course, the result of his overactive imagination. Oikawa wasn’t the kind of person to intentionally put people on the spot, after all.

              “N-No, not at all, Oikawa-san!” Sputtering a bit at the idea of himself implying anything, he shook his head as his cheeks flushed a shade of red. “It’s just... a-a little weird that my m-mom’s house would be c-cute... I mean... n-nice looking or pretty sound l-like more normal ways to describe a h-house...” Though the follow up comment had him finding it difficult to contain how flushed his cheeks were.

              “Y-You know why I do that!!” Though, he figured Oikawa was speaking of how he took so many pictures of Oikawa. More often than not Oikawa was aware when he was taking photos too-- as much as Sato admired the captain, he wasn’t one to stoop as low as taking photos without Oikawa’s knowledge. Even then, he knew Oikawa was observant enough to probably spot if he did do something like that. Though, if Oikawa was talking about the times he’s looked at the brunette thinking Oikawa didn’t notice him looking, he was going to get incredibly embarrassed over that much.

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nobilissiregis:

“Yes, I did say your house,” Oikawa confirmed, saying each word slowly as if speaking to someone who didn’t comprehend Japanese very well. Grabbing the receipt from the table, he made his way to the cashier near the front of the restaurant, paying for it without paying too much attention the price. Even if it was beyond what Oikawa would usually pay for, it was definitely worth the power he got to display over Satou.

“Lead the way, Ryou-chan~! I can’t wait to see where you live. I’m sure it’ll be just as cute and near as you seem to be,” he added offhandedly, reaching out to gently tug at a stray curl of Satou’s hair. “Maybe you’ll even give me a tour, ne?”

           Flushing a shade of red with how Oikawa responded, he fidgeted with the hem of his sweater, following him over to the cashier. Though, the flush nearly doubled in intensity when Oikawa had paid for the entire thing. Now he really felt like it’d be rude if he denied just giving Oikawa a little tour... “Y-Yeah... I think... I think I could do that.” Nodding with a thick swallow, he was mostly hopeful that a normal tour included the main living area, the front and back yards ( why his mother needed this much space, he was never certain ) and essentially everything downstairs.

          After all, upstairs was only a guest bedroom ( though they rarely had guests unless his mom’s boss was over for dinner ), his room, and then his mother’s room. Sure there was a bathroom so that he didn’t have to rush down stairs if he needed it, but that was about it. “I-I don’t know if... if my mom’s house is necessarily c-cute...” Though he was enjoying the soft tug at his hair, finding the action calming for what it was.

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aobaace:

“He does, which is what makes him so damn annoying and the worst to be around at times. But it ain’t pathetic, you are allowed to like whoever you want.”

The question tacked on the at the end made Iwaizumi frown a little more. He wasn’t sure if Sato was asking him because he knew Oikawa better or that he might like him? If his sent was attracting the attention of Oikawa then he would know by now. He shrugged and looked down at the camera that Sato was holding.

“He’s an asshole, and doesn’t think before he acts when it comes to his health. But, he’s a great setter and despite everything he is a good friend. But he can’t handle relationships right now with his work ethic, but that doesn’t seem to stop him from going out and getting dumped like crazy.”

           “Mm... I see...” Turning his gaze from Iwaizumi back toward the alpha in question, watching him chatting with one of the teammates for a moment, he then turned back to Iwaizumi with a hum. “I always could see he was a great setter-- he’s improved since first year for sure... I’m glad he’s a good friend though.” Smiling softly toward Iwaizumi, he nodded a bit, he then looked back at the camera. “I guess I’ve always had a crush on him just because he’s really cool... I’m not sure if it was some fleeting thought because he was an Alpha, or if it was ever anything I should chase after...”

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nobilissiregis:

“I think Ryou-chan’s home is closer~! Let’s go go Ryou-chan’s home.” Oikawa remarked almost immediately, tapping his fingers lightly against the table in thought. While Oikawa would definitely have even more authority if they went over to Oikawa’s home… Wouldn’t it be interesting for Oikawa to invade into what was obviously a safe space for Satou? “Let’s head out. Maybe next time we go out, you won’t be so sick and wouldn’t waste so much food~?”

            “M-My house?” Tensing up, he swallowed thickly at the remark on him wasting the food. Right. He did waste perfectly good food with his... moment of panic... so perhaps it seemed only fair to invite Oikawa over for his troubles. “R-Right... U-Uhm... I-I guess I’ll lead the way, then...” Nodding, even though he felt his fingers trembling the slightest bit, nervous about letting Oikawa into his home. They didn’t have to go to his room, at least. There wasn’t any reason for them to, anyways.

           The house was clean when he left, but he supposed it was just making him nervous that the guy he’s had a crush on for over a year or more was coming over-- even though he wondered if he should have been questioning that feeling with how awful he felt right now. But, maybe... maybe he was just overreacting? He wasn’t entirely sure in that moment.

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aobaace:

Pressing the button Sato pointed out Iwaizumi rose his brow at some of the pictures. These were pretty good already, but he figured touch ups and effects were necessary for posters. As he looked over he took notice of the amount of pictures of Oikawa solo, which would make sense as he was captain. But even when not playing there were some of him during break talking to the team. It didn’t take long for Iwaizumi to piece it together in his head.

“So, you really like him, huh?” It wasn’t accusatory, he could get why Sato liked him. But this many pictures was a little disconcerting.

           “I-I! Uhm...! It... I-It’s just... a little crush...” Feeling his cheeks flush in embarrassment with the question, he fidgeted in place as if it might hide his embarrassment. “I’m... I-I’m sure he... he would never return the feelings though... I’m not worth his time, so I’d rather just admire him through my work, y’know? I mean, he seems to enjoy the attention of cameras, anyways...” His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his blazer. “I’m sorry, it’s... so pathetic of me... What do you think of Oikawa-san, Iwaizumi-san?”

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nobilissiregis:

“It’s alright, Ryou-chan. Ne, you don’t have to cry for being sick, right? It’s like apologising because water is wet~!” Oikawa soothed, unable to hold back the smile from his face. He immediately schooled it into something reassuring, but there was just something so satisfying to see Satou tremble with his teary eyes, threatening to cry. “Let’s pay for the meal and we can head somewhere private. I’m sure you’d rather not have everyone else see you like this, right?” He added wryly.

          “Y-Yeah.” Swallowing thickly, he nodded through his trembling, cheeks burning in embarrassment as he remembered they were still in a fairly public locale. “Th-That sounds good...” Nodding again, he moved to rise from his seat, drinking a bit more of the water to tide himself over until they were elsewhere. Though... now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure where somewhere more private might be.

           Sure, his house was always silent this time of day well until the early morning, and even then it was a short burst of noise for his mother to grab something before leaving again, or change clothes, or even just shower and run... However, the idea of Oikawa coming back to his house was more nerve wracking than ruining their lunch together. “Wh-Where to, Oikawa-san...?”

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nobilissiregis:

“Ne, if Ryou-chan really was sick, he could’ve just told me. We wouldn’t have had to come out and make everyone feel unhappy, right?” Oikawa remarked placatingly, reaching out to place his hand upon Satou’s. His fingers felt cold; Oikawa had to wonder if that was a usual thing. “If you’re sick and I made you come out with me, I’d feel very bad.”

          “I-I promise... I really thought I was okay when I left my home today... I-I’m sorry...” His trembling wasn’t even close to ceasing now, only constant as his body threatened to have him break down crying in front of the captain. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go-- why couldn’t he control himself? “I... I’m sorry to disappoint you, O-Oikawa-san... I-It wasn’t your fault, h-honest...” There’s the softest sniffle and a follow up whimper, the hand Oikawa had placed a hand over clenching as he was doing his best to not let tears spill down his cheeks.

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nobilissiregis:

My, wasn’t Satou-chan so touchy? Oikawa had a cat-smug smirk on his face as he watched Satou rush off, stumbling and pallid in what was probably self-disgust. Of course, Oikawa hadn’t meant to make him feel so upset, but really–what could he do when someone misinterpreted what he’d said? It definitely wasn’t Oikawa’s fault at all. Pushing around his food while he awaited Satou to return, he glanced over at Satou’s bag.

It was still here. Untouched.

He was fairly sure it would take more than a few minutes for Satou to return, and he not so guiltily moved to rummage through it, ignoring everything but for the camera he knew Satou would carry around with him nearly everywhere. It took him a moment of investigating to found out how to turn the camera on, and Oikawa found himself delighted when he managed to get the lens’ image capture onto the display screen, popping it out to create a makeshift selfie-camera for himself. It barely took seconds for him to find his best angle.

Everything was set back to its original place by the time Satou returned, and Oikawa had a beatific look on his face. His smile was as innocent as he was gentle; only superficially. “Are you alright, Ryou-chan?” He asked kindly. “You ran off so suddenly.”

          Once it registered in his brain what Oikawa had said, he nodded slowly, breathing as slowly as he could in some effort of remaining calm. “I... just don’t feel good, is all. I’ll be alright, though.” Swallowing, he pushed the bowl of ramen aside in order to settle an elbow on the table to cradle his chin in his hand as he sipped at his water. The taste still lingered and he almost flinched at it.

          “I’m... really sorry about being wasteful. I thought I was feeling alright earlier before we headed out...” Nodding a bit, he swallowed thickly, hoping that his trembling still wasn’t too noticeable, wondering if he should brush it off as a food allergy, though he knew it wouldn’t fly. After all, why would he order something if he knew it might have something he was allergic to in it? He wasn’t sure if Oikawa wanted him to stick around though, now.

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prospere-risu:

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        ❝ M - MY pictures??? ❞

                                 Now THERE’S a shock. He shouldn’t be surprised, honestly, yet it’s a sincere fact pertaining to his popularity without alternative meaning that has caught the brunet captain off - guard when he realizes that perhaps the fan girls that amass at the door of the gymnasium are actually more serious about his position than he thought. It’s hard to focus on the last bit that Ryo had mentioned, unsure of how to react to knowing that simply BEING helps contribute to the volleyball team’s funds.

        ❝ S - Seriously? ❞

          “Well... Yeah, honestly. I mean, the third years get alot of sales overall, but you’re probably our best selling one by far. Even some of the girls in the Photography club are big fans. They would be the ones photographing the team, but they said they wouldn’t bother getting pictures of the rest of the team so the task was given to me since I’m so interested in volleyball...” He gave a shrug, a little bit surprised to see Oikawa stammering about this apparently newfound information. “You’re a pretty cool guy, why wouldn’t your prints be popular?” Smiling wide, he can’t help the softest giggle, though it wasn’t meant to be mean in the slightest. Though, Sato wasn’t exactly one who could be considered mean in the first place.

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nobilissiregis:

Oikawa took his time eating his own meal, occasionally glancing over at Satou when he seemed to pick at his food, eating it slowly and hesitantly. Oikawa let this continue for another ten minutes, before he set his chopsticks down with a rather audible click against the lacquered bowls.

“Ne, Ryou-chan, is the food not good? If you really can’t eat it, you should just stop eating,” he remarked in a complete contrast to what he said earlier.

          Hearing the click and the following words were almost the equivalent of a shotgun going off and piercing his chest. He set his chopsticks aside as he swallowed hard. “I... I-I think I need to excuse myself, s-sorry...” Mumbling the words unsteadily, he quickly scrambled out of the booth to make his way to the restroom and shutting the door behind him before he had to drop down and lean over the toilet.

          Pulling the lid up and pulling his hair back, his eyes watered before he lost what little lunch he’d gotten down. After he was sure he was finished, he coughed a bit, spitting a few times in a futile attempt to rid his mouth of the taste before he felt a quiet sob leave his throat. Leaning over the sink to wash his face, he cupped his hands to take a few sips of water, swishing it around in his mouth and spitting until he had the majority of the bile gone from his mouth. He had sworn to Tokyo and back that he had been done with this problem, that it was all okay after his dad took him to see that lady in Tokyo over the Summer. Why did it still haunt him?

          Washing his hands and drying his face and hands, he was shaking still, but as long as he didn’t eat, didn’t think... Maybe he could get through the rest of this. Surely he’d already disappointed Oikawa with having to excuse himself. Making his way back to their table, he settled back down, even if he might have been visibly trembling the slightest bit. In all honesty he was ready to break into a sobbing mess right there and then.

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nobilissiregis:

Satou froze up, yet Oikawa was still lax, loose-limbed and smiling winsomely at Satou. “It’s alright, Ryou-chan! I thought you’d be like this,” he commented, waving his hand as if to gesture for Satou to continue to eat… as if what he was saying weren’t driving knives right into Satou. “Go ahead and eat. I’m treating you after all. It’d be a shame if I ended up wasting money on things that you didn’t enjoy, right?” He asked, smiling innocently. “Eat, Ryou-chan.”

He picked up his own pair of chopsticks, digging into his own meal rather happily. For all Satou knew, Oikawa could’ve just been saying things without any malicious intent, and that it was all just Satou who was dreaming up the inferences behind his words, right?

          “M-Mm...” He nodded, though it seemed a bit spacey, his thoughts latching onto those words and jumping to conclusions-- conclusions that sent a shot of nausea through him. For a moment, he almost feared he might have to excuse himself to the bathroom, but instead he swallowed down whatever threatened to come up, fingers digging into the tops of his thighs. Oikawa was right, wasn’t he? It was a waste of money to let it sit and grow cold, so he should just eat... right?

          Picking up his chopsticks, though shakily with the nausea sitting heavy in the back of his throat, he swallowed hard again before mostly forcing himself into eating the food before him. Hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable-- the last thing he wanted was another comment, else he might really have to excuse himself from the table.

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nobilissiregis:

“Ne, Ryou-chan really shouldn’t look at me with those kinds of eyes. It might lead me to believe things about Ryou-chan,” Oikawa remarked offhandedly once the waiter had walked off, leaving them in privacy again. Unfortunate, for Satou. “It’s like you want to ask me for something but you’re not sure if I will give it to you.” Buttressing his chin upon his hand, elbow resting on the table, Oikawa didn’t make a move to eat his own food. Instead, he watched Satou eat.

“Ryou-chan really likes his food, doesn’t he?” Oikawa’s remark was lighthearted. “I don’t usually go out with people who focus so much on their food rather than their date.”

          Almost choking on the bite he’d taken, he swallowed first before raising a hand to cover his mouth and try and compose himself. Before he really could, however, he heard the comment about him wanting to ask for something and he nearly choked on his own spit. Fidgeting now, he was shifting noodles around with his chopsticks, before stopping altogether at the mention of liking his food. For some reason it set off some sort of red flag in his brain that had him feeling nauseous all of a sudden. The color in his cheeks washed away and he set his chopsticks to the side on their rest, biting at his lip.

          “I-I mean...” Swallowing, his hands moved to fidget with his sweater in his lap, wondering if he should bother eating at all the rest of the time, but he didn’t want to waste the food either. It was a waste for it to go cold as well... Yet, here he was, feeling squeamish in fear the comment might have been a subtle jab at his weight as well. “I-If Oikawa-san wants my attention I-I can stop eating to give you my attention.” Though, his gaze was turned downward, almost feeling ashamed of himself, even though he hadn’t eaten all that much over the course of the day. After all, he put off eating his usual snacks since Oikawa had offered taking him out and getting food together.