#fxulplay

[talentbloomed]

@fxulplay​​​ said: — ☆ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ( fxulplay - also from matsukawa lmao ) | 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“Eh ? Eh ? Eh ?? But I didn’t even say anything yet ??” His friend’s perceptive nature can be really scary at times !! No wonder he’s one of the team’s best middle blockers. Tooru drops the act and lets out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders heavily.

“...Some of the guys on the basketball team. Said something about how I'm all just show to steal the girls from them or something. It’s not Oikawa-san’s fault he has a handsome face. What do you think, Mattsun ??” He leans in towards the other, thin brows furrowed and lips down-turned into an unhappy pout. Seems the accusation is really bothering him.

[pridewon]

@fxulplay​ said: It's National Cat Day! And what better way to celebrate than by inviting Nekoma's captain out to a very special place? Alisa approached with a skip in her step and a bright, excited smile as she waved him down."Kuroo! Do you have a minute? I was wondering, if you're not doing anything else today, would you want to go out to this adorable little cat cafe I found? It looks so cute!"

Somewhere on the other side of the gym, Kuroo feels the pointed look Yaku give him bore/drill into the back of his head; and Kuroo, thankfully, is good enough an actor (and the surprise helps) to repress the Cheshire grin that would otherwise have bloomed on his lips at the thought of drawing out poor Yaku’s teenage jealousy. “Who, me?” Instead, Cheshire grin is hijacked, replaced by a blink and a stutter in his movements; and finally, a smile, the moment he regains his briefly disabled braincells. Kuroo doesn’t exactly go to cat cafés on a regular basis (... hell, he’s never stepped foot in one), but... honestly, who in their right mind would even think of refusing Alisa Haiba and her bright smile anything? 

“... you know what, it would be my honour, Alisa-neesan.” The beauty of it? He’s not even being sarcastic. Everyone on the cats’ team has a soft spot for Lev’s sister - how could they not, when she radiates a kind and sunny energy to bright up an entire room and always has a kind word or an encouragement to spare? Kuroo draws a brief comparison with his own sister... yeah, nah. His sister is a downright demon, compared to the angel incarnate Alisa is in contrast. “How about you give me ten minutes to take a shower real quick, and I’ll be right back? Wouldn’t wanna scare the cats away with the smell of a three-hours practice, would we?” Or her, for that matter, but... something tells him that with Lev around, she must be used to it. 

[talentbloomed]

@fxulplay​​​ said: — ☆ ( fxulplay — matsukawa ! ) ❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ | STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

“Oh...what’s this ? Mattsun’s being considerate for once ?” Tooru had been planning to leave earlier, but time has somehow gotten away from him. A quick glance towards the clock shows that it’s past midnight now. The offer is certainly tempting, but... Tooru stares at Matsukawa like he’s checking for something. He squints a little in suspicion. “You’re not going to pull a prank on me in the middle of the night or something like that, are you...?”

[pridewon]

@fxulplay​ (cont.)  

 It’s not happening. Three words (well, four, technically?) Atsumu Miya doesn’t want/like to hear. And most of the time, Atsumu wouldn’t bother listening; but most of the time, the chiding and reprimand would come from his twin/a teammate/someone whose opinion on his awesome ideas he doesn’t give a fig about. Meian, though... well. Let’s say Meian, over the time they have shared on the Jackals, has clawed his way into a very select and elite group of people Atsumu actually sometimes elects to listen to (mostly because with Meian’s wrath come consequences; consequences much greater than Atsumu is willing to suffer for his great ideas). 

“Tch.” Atsumu crosses his arms over his chest; hazel gaze narrowing into a squint and a sulk. “Yer no fun, Shuu-kun.” ... fine, maybe his captain does have a point (having one’s prank turn against oneself is, like... the worst feeling in the world); but with the click of his tongue comes retort, light-hearted: “Besides, ‘ a good chance’? Damn, captain, ye of little faith. Ain’tcha supposed t’be the guy makin’ sure losin’ ain’t even an option?” 

[pridewon]

@fxulplay​​ said:   tie. for [akaashi] to adjust an article of clothing on [bokuto] :) (via the system of touch)

“I swear - I actually woke up in time this morning!! But my sister tried to make us pancakes for breakfast, and before you know it - bam! The pan is on fire! Maaaan, it was scary! Stuff like that always happens when she tries to cook...” Bokuto’s monologue goes on and on, a vivid account of what has been a particularly chaotic morning at the Bokuto housold (well... when the kitchen wasn’t on fire, it could always be something else - the laundry machine flooding, a cat mysteriously appearing in their living room... there is rarely a dull moment for Koutarou and his sisters). A chaotic morning that had to his being late to class, and being sent to the principal’s office... again.

Bokuto mumbles on under his breath, and only stops once he and Akaashi (who, for some enigmatic reason - Komi’s words, not his - had decided to escort him there) reach the dreaded door; Bokuto lets out a dramatic sigh, hair dipping as though to mimic his dismay. “This is gonna suck.” He grumbles. But - Bokuto isn’t facing this ordeal alone. Well, he is, but... Akaashi, apparently, decides to quietly stand in his corner. With barely a word and with authoritative calm, his junior instructs him to stand up straight; and Bokuto obliges, blinking as Akaashi’s hands rise to fix the loose tie around his neck. No doubt an unkempt uniform would have made a bad impression on the principle - gratitude makes his chest puff, and s hair stand upright on his head like plumage on an alert owl. 

“Ah, thanks, Akaashi! Always so reliable!” Grateful and gleeful, Bokuto pats (or smacks?) Akaashi on the shoulder - twice. “Man, I hate ties - but! You’re right. Better make a good impression, eh?”

[shimzus]

@fxulplay​​​ : a starter for alisa.  ❜

“   i bought your perfume ,   ”   shimizu says rather immediately , once she’s finally able to place where she knows this person from. she still buys the same magazines she did when she was in high school , but now she browses some that are made for women , too. they advertise make-up and perfume more , since their readers can actually wear them freely without worrying about breaking high school rules.

shimizu also knows that the perfume she purchased is not , in fact , this person’s perfume. she didn’t create the company or release the product—— she’s just the model from the magazine advertisement. but the two are intrinsically linked for shimizu : perfume and a beautiful light-blond model. it might as well be that the model owns the company for shimizu , who really doesn’t keep up with trends enough to know any other brands than the ones in her closet at home.

but she likes the perfume , and she explains as much.   “   it’s nice. and different from what i usually pick.   ”   maybe that’s why it’s a nice change , she wonders.

[kunekos]

( 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  )

[shimzus]

@fxulplay​ sent :  ( fxulplay — from alisa! ) ∗ 64 ! ( makeup ! )

is it really that obvious that she doesn’t know what she’s looking for ? shimizu wonders. she’s been a student for so long that having to purchase and wear make-up has never been an issue—— at school , the only permissible item is tinted sunscreen , and all girls know how to use that. but when it comes to lipsticks and eyeshadows and blushes and ... she’s not even sure what the small black stick she’s picked up is supposed to be ... then shimizu hesitates. she never wore make-up to school , nor was there any reason to wear it on the weekends when she wasn’t at school. she didn’t go on dates or to special events , and she thought ... why bother ?

those sorts of things only really begin to happen after high school. she’s only recently learned that she has to bother , now. but as she twists the small stick from one side to another , peering closely to find some sort of product label , shimizu considers putting it back. if she shows up to a date or an event without elaborate make-up , it should be fine ...

“   ah ...   ”   she doesn’t expect a comment to appear from thin air , and it almost catches her by surprise. shimizu blinks , and readjusts her hold on the make-up stick.   “   it suits me ... ? fu ...   ”   she breathes out in amusement.   “   ... i don’t even know what it is.   ”