#2ndvice

[pridewon]

@2ndvice​ said:  "HEY, rooster head!" the crows' vice calls out, his slender fingers promptly clenching into a perfect fist as his arm moves back: ready for the blow. "Next time... try not to act to cocky, will you?" BAM !!

He wouldn’t be able to say which is worse: the salve of puns and dad jokes (has Karasuno’s #2 decidedly spent too much time with their captain? And here he thought he held the crown of resident old man in a youngster’s body); or the way his fist curls up faster and more threateningly and Rocky’s before he steps onto the ring. “Oi - a’right, Suga-chan, let’s talk about this before someone does something they might regret and...” Hands raised in self-defense, a plea for appeasement; none of this matters when Sugawara so obviously has already made his decision. Tetsurô can barely blink before the other guy’s fist abruptly connects with his stomach, pain shooting up and down and knocking the air out of his system while stars dance before his eyes. Aow. 

That fuckin’ hurts. And not just his feelings, or his ego, mind you.

A string of curses crosses the threshold of his lips as muffled, pained grunt, one hand looking for support against the lockers; goddammit, when did Mr Wholesome Team Mum learn to throw vicious punches like that?? Wholesome my ass. Appearances can be deceiving - with Sugawara, they can also be deadly, apparently. 

“... you’re supposed t’put the boxing gloves on first, smartass.” Kuroo seethes through the devious grin he manages to muster through the pain - oh, this is how he wants to play, it, down and dirty. Alright, then. Fine by him. 

“T’think this is how you reward the goodness of my heart - eesh, I’m hurt, y’know.” He protests, hand rubbing over his poor stomach to soothe the ache. That’ll teach him, accepting to show Sugawara the boxing routine he uses to supplement his volleyball training. That’s what you get for being kind, in this cruel, ruthless world. A short tsk clicked from tongue against teeth, and Kuroo opens his locker to retrieve a tied pair of boxing gloves, before he tosses them at the setter. “Wanna settle this in a fair fight?” 

[shimzus-a]

“  手を繋ぐたいかなあ。。。  ”　@2ndvice​

[mcnyhearts]

plotted adorableness with @2ndvice​​ and honey.

         honey was not there when hiroki told his team she would be practicing with them. when he told them they had a practice game, then afterwards she would stick around to play with them. she wasn’t there when he told them his little sister, a soon to be first year, who was between two high schools would be a good person to set with and block against. she was small, after all, but could keep up easily. she was to busy being nervous outside to hear any of that. honey didn’t really have any friends. her middle school team was nice enough but, that was about it. hiroki said honey had to stop being afraid of people not liking her, that it wasn’t the end of the world. but to her, it felt like that.

          ‘ honey, get in here! ’

          she knew her brother’s voice pretty well, especially when he was acting all serious. he sure was good at sounding scary. the ginger girl walked into the gym, golden eyes a but uneasy but a big smile on her face. ( that was the honey way. ) sister, hiroki kurokawa had said, but she obviously wasn’t from japan. honey stood beside her brother, looking tiny next to the big captain. “ hello, i’m kurokawa honey, please just call me honey though. ” she liked going by her first name. she bowed to the boys in front of her, “thanks for having me. ”

          ‘ oh --- ’ hiroki said, seeing some confused faces. ‘ she’s adopted. shoulda mentioned that. ’ honey’s eyes twitched, but the smile never faded. “ big brother... i think they could  have figured that out without you being so blunt. ”

[tasaina]

@2ndvice​ said:  ‘ fuck boys, I only trust rice. ’

“as a CERTIFIED FUCK BOI, i can 100% STAN the rice over boys agenda! speak your truth, sugamama!”

[setternine-a]

"Oh, come on you! Stop frowning! It’s not like you’re going away forever!" the vice-captain reassures, his right palm gently patting at the back of the team’s setter. "You should be excited! It’s not everyday that you’re selected to go to Tokyo for a week! To train with pros, nonetheless!" he chuckles, amusement in every note of his joyful melody. even if Sugawara understands the possibility that one starts to get mixed feelings when face to face with the unknown... it is his duty to help others move forward. gain their strength. fight with tooth and claw for what matters. and so, he says: "You are boarding that train... and you ARE going to make us proud, no matter what! I just KNOW it!"

@2ndvice / unprompted. ( always accepting ) 

          The reassuring touch would’ve been better appreciated if Kageyama knew what exactly his fellow setter wanted to comfort him about. He’s.. definitely excited to train in Tokyo. Kageyama feels exhilarated to be able to see amazing players from up close, to battle them on the court, always in search of stronger opponents. The stage he wants to stand in reaches far beyond these dangerous, uncharted waters — it’s an experience he constantly seeks. Though, he doesn’t express it in the most obviously cheerful way, nor does he refute Sugawara’s words, since the other seemed to be quite focused on his speech.

          “ Huh... ” Is all Kageyama initially offers in a throaty response, along with a quiet nod. The faith held in him is quite nice to hear, regardless. As for the frown, well... falling deeply in thought does cause such an effect occasionally. “ Thank you, Sugawara-san. ” If anything, Kageyama’s only concern is whether or not he’ll be able to arrive in one piece. “ Would you, um... ” He begins, somewhat fidgety. “ Would you like me to bring you a souvenir? ” Sugawara is kind... exceptionally kind. It makes the younger want to return that kindness, sometimes.

[heartfated]

Suga leans ever closer by standing at the tip of his toes; all so whilst his palms gently cup the setter’s semblance. and before long, countless, sweet, warm, butterfly kisses are pressed to his jawline and cheeks. of course, the vice-captain saves his favourite part for last: his smooches lasting a bit longer as they hover on his boyfriend’s. 💕 (the real husband™️ deserves every kissu and he’s here to deliver them !!)

                       UNPROMPTED   /   ALWAYS ACCEPTING    (  @2ndvice  )

there  is  something  about  the  way  suga’s  lips  feel  each  time  he  has  them  on  his  skin.  it’s  not  the  first  time  he  does,  certainy  not  the  last  one,  either.  but  the  experience  always  feels  brand  new,  sweet,  addictive.  perhaps  it’s  the  way  suga  times  his  kisses,  the  way  he  places  them  on  each  spot,  as  if  he  knows  where  and  how  to  do  that  to  let  oikawa’s  pulse  beat  a  little  faster  than  usual.

and  there  is  no  one  else  like  him,  oikawa  thinks,  able  to  live  in  simplicity  but  at  the  same  time  be  riddled  with  complexities.  he  reveals  as  much  as  he  hides,  dazzles  as  much  as  he  explains.  as  soon  as  one  facet  is  figured  out,  suga  will  turn,  show  oikawa  another  side,  another  action.  it  is  an  infinite  array  of  little  surprises  that  gather  and  collect  in  flutters,  quickened  heartbeats,  solemn  desires  and  sweet  smiles.

“ what  did  i  do  to  deserve  this,  koushi - chan? ”  he  asks,  manages  to  mutter  in  between  the  kisses  he’s  showered  with,  voice  muffled  against  soft  lips  he  cannot  get  enough  of.  his  heart  is  drumming  against  the  cage  of  his  ribs,  trying  to  escape;  as  if  his  heart  is  the  one  infatuated,  oikawa  only  a  vessel.  

he  leans  forward  to  press  their  lips  together,  chaste,  and  proper,  cupping  the  side  of  his  boyfriend’s  face,  running  his  thumb  along  his  cheek.  in  a  timely  parting,  his  lips  pull  into  a  smile,  and  they  travel  to  tickle  suga’s  cheek.  it’s  just  that  his  heart  fills  up  with  joy  and  it  spills  out,  to  his  arms  and  his  fingertips  and  his  stomach  and  his  toes,  to  his  cheeks  and  his  ears,  and  out  of  his  lips,  “ i  love  you. ”

[tamagiwa]

“   the morning & evening news didn’t air.   ”

@2ndvice​​ ( sugawara ) — miniskirt killer by veltpunch

[homefronttmoved]

in  her  arms  are  three  volleyballs  that  used  to  be  rolling  around  on  the  floor  and  are  now  ready  to  be  returned  back  to  their  place.      the boys seemed to have taken their training seriously today as there had been fewer amounts of their screaming and fooling around,  something yachi isn’t quite used to yet.  she assumes that this is what happens when the boys are well on their way to nationals. 

         she walks with light feet that barely makes any sound on the gymnasium floor,  quietly approaching her senior who took the liberty of helping her tidy out the equipment.      “   you don’t have to do any of that !   “      she gestures to the equipment in sugawara’s hands,      “   i’ll take care of it.  you should go get changed with the others.   “      \      @2ndvice​.   ♡ ‘d.