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[12serve]

( @kingsregimen ♡ ‘d ! )

he can feel kageyama cringing on his behalf, and it would be a lie to say his nerves are making him just a tad nauseous. still ! it’s better to try and be rejected than not try at all, right !? or at least he needs to convince himself that ...  ❝ o ... oikawa - san ! ❞ he lowers his head into a bow.  ❝ please give me tips on how to serve ! ❞

a pause.  ❝ or, uhm, at least ... let me watch you ... ❞

[courtscaptor]

@kingsregimen // starter

     “Hey! There’s a new test-menu item I reeeeally wanna eat here, but there’s no open tables right now, so I told that waitress I was meeting you here. Play along, ‘kaay?☆”

     Planting herself into the seat opposite him, Nana leans forward conspiratorially to fill him in, one hand cupping the side of her mouth as if to shield it from prying, lip-reading eyes. She’d managed to breeze right past the harried waitress who had greeted her at the door (and who had informed her there would likely be no open tables for the next few hours) by sheer virtue of unshakeable conviction in her own fake story, but this could all go south real quick if she doesn’t clue this stranger in and get him on her side, and she wants that super-spicy Tan-Tan Ramen more than anything else in the world right now. 

     “It’s fine, right? I’ll buy you dessert or something!”

[courtscaptor]

002. kiss their cheek .

touch meme // accepting // @kingsregimen

       She’s in the middle of talking–gesturing sweepingly with her hands, fingers looping to shape out approximate placements of where she’d been in relation to her teammates in the space in front of her as she recounts (in theatrical, play-by-play detail) how she managed to use the basketball cart as a jumping-off point to hang from the hoop–so she doesn’t catch the mischievous glint in his eyes and his movement in her peripheral until he actually makes contact.

     “…Haa?” The noise of confusion she makes is short, but it effectively cuts her off mid-story. The kiss to her cheek isn’t a noticeable pressure by any means, but her head still tilts a little in its wake. Her hands have stalled in the air in front of her, but her fingers still twitch a little with movement (she’s rarely ever entirely still, after all).

    It’s only when he straightens up to stand properly at his full height again that Nana turns her head to look up at him, puzzlement clear on her features. Her confusion isn’t eased at all by his (expectant? taunting? self-assured?) expression. She can’t for the life of her figure out what that look is trying to get across (but then, when does she ever).

     She’s a fairly tactile person herself (more in the realm of draping herself across her teammates, tackling them into bear hugs or clapping them heartily on the backs in encouragement), but this action is a bit foreign to her–namely because they’re not two teammates celebrating on the court together, and also because she’s not the one initiating the friendly(?) contact this time.

     “…You trying out one of those European-style greetings, or something?”

[scnrcn-blog]

                   ❝ Oikawa-san. ❞   a brief nod towards the other setter from where he sat in the cafe's booth, the steam of coffee dancing visibly against the coldness. garnets flickered & his head motioned, invited, the other to join him & destroy his momentary solitude.   ❝ Care to join me?  ❞

▐ @kingsregimen