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[lxbero]

kykshimizu replied to your post: I need help!

{hmm Since you rp Noya, maybe Rin or Renzo Shima? laughs or maybe even Amaimon}

//--- my favorites! aghhhh this will be hard! 

[crankthathoot-blog]

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((*DRAPES ALL OVER YOU, PETS UR FACE*))

[abilityscanaida]

"My apologies for being wrong, but I do think that's amazing." [/hides on your shoulder o wo hello]

        “Oh, uh, thank you. I’m Aida Riko. Coach of Seirin’s Boys Basketball.” Riko smiled slightly. She was always awkward around fellow females.

[ooc-; *stares at calmly* Hellllo!]

[abilityscanaida]

"So, I heard you were also a manager.. Am I right?"

        Riko stared at the girl a little crookedly. She knew she didn’t know any better but she was sick of the mistakes. “No, I’m a Coach not a manager.”

[tanryu-blog]

Not A Stalker || Closed RP

It had been a long day. 

                                                  Far too long. 

Not only had he completely failed his math test, but practice was hell and left him aching in places he didn't know could feel that way. He let out a sigh as he gathered up his remaining things and made his way towards the locker room door. He was dying for a nap. 

Gripping his bag over his shoulder tight, he let out a yawn, closing his eyes in the process, which probably wasn't the best idea. 

               ------S L A M. 

Before he knew it, he was on his ass, rubbing the sore spot that now occupied his forehead. He was definitely beyond tired. He wasn't usually this clumsy. For once, he ignored the snickers of his teammates and exited the gym wearily, he wasn't up for an argument. Not now. Not until he filled his stomach and slept for several hours straight. 

Walking down the sidewalk, he was about to yawn again, when a flash caught his eye. Momentarily distracted, he turned towards the movement and was surprised by what he saw. Or rather, who. "Kiyoko-san?" The name was barely audible, and he was surprised he had said anything at all. He hadn't meant to, which surprised him ever more. He was definitely out of it. 

Where was she going, though? The thought intrigued him and he found himself crossing the street towards her, keeping a distance so she couldn't hear him. He fought with his fatigue as he edged his way down the street, asking himself over and over again... This doesn't make me a stalker right?

[keiji-akashi]

Warmth o uo [rip me]

Warmth: Our muses doing something fluffy and cute together

Akaashi had never really been the sociable type, especially during matches and the various training camps they went to. If he did speak it was more often than not to reprimand Bokuto for some stunt he had pulled. This, in turn, nearly drove him up the wall— why couldn’t the other listen to him? To make matters worse this training camp was with Karasuno; it made Bokuto even more irritable than usual. So Akaashi found ways to relieve his stress, and one of those unlikely hobbies happened to include cooking.

It was something he didn’t usually share with other people. Not because he was ashamed of it, but because he didn’t want to get made fun of. After everyone had gone to bed he snuck into the kitchen— only to be greeted with the sight of Karasuno’s manager. She was hunched over a cookbook, plastic spoon in hand. Akaashi glanced at her before wandering over. He peeked down at what she was doing with interest.

The girl jumped, obviously not expecting him to be there, and nearly hit him with her spoon. Akaashi raised his hands to show he wasn’t a threat. “I was just seeing what you were doing is all.” She seemed to hesitate for a moment before dropping her hand. 

“I was going to make a cake. A gift for their hard work.” Her voice was quiet, as if she wasn’t sure whether to trust him just yet. 

Akaashi looked to the cookbook again. The recipe didn’t seem like all that much. Maybe they could make it together? It would definitely get his mind off of things. “Mind if I help?” The manager seemed a bit confused by the gesture but eventually nodded, holding out the spoon. “Sure, that’s fine.”

The normally quiet male nodded. “Ah … I don’t think I caught your name. I’m Akaashi Keiji.”

“Kiyoko Shimizu. You’re Fukurodani’s setter.” He nodded and moved to hunt down the milk and eggs. A bag of flour was already settled by book, along with a large metal bowl and a small bottle of oil. Kiyoko reached up into the cupboard and pulled out a box of cocoa. Looked like they were making chocolate cake; he wasn’t complaining.

Their baking adventure turned into flour on the floor, a scraped elbow, and the both of them bumping their heads on the counter a few times. Akaashi was certain their laughter [which was even more rare for him] woke up both teams. But despite the few mishaps the end result was a nicely made chocolate cake. Minus the frosting, but still a chocolate cake. 

Akaashi wiped some cake batter from his cheek. “We better take a bit of it before they wake up, otherwise it’ll all be gone.” The manager nodded cut two perfectly even slices from the pan. 

“I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime. The cooking, I mean.” Maybe at their next training camp. Yeah, Akaashi would love to cook with her; it’d get him away from Bokuto.

“That’d be nice.” He picked up the plate holding his piece of cake. “I’ll see you around, Kiyoko-san. Thank you for letting me help." 

She nodded. “Good luck with your captain.”

Oh yeah, that’d be another thing to deal with when he got back—

[keiji-akashi]

[text] would you like some chocolate

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