|| “Did no flowers remind you of me, Kenma?” Kuroo prompted. Kenma gave him a lazy look.
“The gift shop didn’t have seaweed.” Akaashi was only half listening to Kuroo and Kenma’s conversation, distracted by Bokuto presenting him with a cute little owl plush, but he snorted softly at Kenma’s sassy retort. Akaashi had a few other owl plushes at home that had also come from Bokuto. He was fond of them, and didn’t mind adding another to the collection. ||
One of my favorite scenes from @imori-hikaru‘s fic, Batting for Gold! For the @olympicsbang!








