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“ It’s not easy to admit when you’re wrong, and that’s why I won’t do it. ” from atsumu @ceasedmemories!

" you know when kimiko doesn't ask you out for snacks with us. this. this right here. this is why. "

[cauterisen]

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KISS ROULETTE ( TENTATIVELY ACCEPTING)

21: WILDCARD! Dealer's choice.

Kimiko feels bad for Atsumu Miya... almost.

The Jackals loss can't be easy on the players on that team, least of all him.

The game between the Adlers and the Jackals tonight had been a close one, and there were certainly moments where it could have gone either way. Neither team let the other have too much of a point gap, and everyone had, of course, played to the best of their ability. In the end, the Adlers had won by a hair, by only two points in the last set. She's happy, of course, to an extent. The boys had executed the strategies she and the head coach had helped them refine and perfect to an exacting degree, and she's proud of that. She also knows, however, that victory is fleeting. No team's guaranteed to win or lose any game, isn't that how it always is? It was true when she was a player and setter herself in her teens and youth, and it's true now that she's an assistant coach.

The Jackals might have their day again someday, even if it's not now. Some other team might, for that matter. The Adlers might be winners now, but it won't be forever.

The look Atsumu gives her as they pass each other in the hallway is a curious one, which makes her feel strange. She figures that she can read Atsumu Miya somewhat welll after years of knowing him as a friend? Rival? Enemy setter? She's not sure how to untangle their history per se, so she'd put a pin in it for the time being. But somehow.. she can't. Not now, and not exactly. If she had to hazard a guess as to what his face says now, she'd assume he's giving her a 'go ahead' look. Gloat. You know you want to.

She is tempted, certainly. It's not like he wouldn't in her shoes, and they both know she's far from above it. It's what he would expect though, and really, why should she do what he expects? Always keep them on their toes, that's her motto. With volleyball, with her art, with people. She's going to take the high road now, or at least appear to.

'You fought well.' Her words are concise, but not unkind. She pats his shoulder as she passes, breaching the physical space between them. His face is a bit hard for her to reach (damn tall bastard) but she manages to lean forward just enough to press a kiss to his cheek, somewhere between his temple and jawline. Eventually, she leans back down on her heels and comes back to the floor. (There's a hint of a smile on her face, just a smidge. A smirk, maybe.)

'Maybe next time, Tsumu. Maybe next time.'