#makkiro

[risesonthecourt]

It's angst time with @makkiro

It was sad, in a way, how much Asahi looked forward to his not-quite-an-hour lunch break at weekends. But he spent the whole morning watching the clock, glancing at the time every chance he got, just waiting until he could go. As soon as he could, he gave a promise to be back on time, and headed off.

He looked scruffy, and he knew it. Still in his work uniform, with hair tangled but thrown into a bun anyway, beard currently untamed, and bags under his eyes. As much as Asahi took care of his appearance normally, it hadn't been a priority. Makki, though. He was definitely a priority.

That was why Asahi rushed to see him, and why he moved in to peck Takahiro's cheek the moment he was close enough.

"Hey. Sorry, I hope you weren't waiting long."

[lapetal]

@makkiro​​  asked  :  But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Jojo is the sun. (ෆˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈ෆ)

WHO ALLOWED YOU TO BE SO CUTE STOP IT !!!

+      UNPROMPTED      /       always accepting       //  @makkiro​

[shuoshuzhe-a]

❝ You should know we’re all so grateful for you. ❞ @mmmmmaybe oikawa?? if you feel up for it. :3

[ tomodachi life / accepting / @makkiro ]

            even if he tries his best to hide his struggles and hardships so he doesn’t worry his team ; so his mindset isn’t altered on the court, so that he’s at his TOP condition when he’s playing…he tends to bottle it up and let it out in the confines of his room. even though, he tries to lock people out and put up a front, somehow…just somehow, his beloved team always just knew what to say and when to say it.            such simple words…brings a lump to his throat, breath catching in his lungs and any thought just dying before it comes out his mouth. the words spoken, out of the blue, hangs sentimentally heavy and filled with meaning, no motive…no reason. an appreciation tooru never expected. often playing the CLOWN to keep things light, often stepping up to the leadership role to guide his team ; tooru tries to shoulder it all, at the expense of his knee ( truly, he’s like atlas shouldering the entire world ).            it takes a moment as tooru struggles with his emotions, trying to keep them in check. a look of gratitude and his eyes gleaming with unshed tears, the usually ELOQUENT setter was reduced to a brief silence. normally, a witty remark comes flying out to boast about the worlds, along the lines of ‘ as you should be !! after all, i’m the greatest !! ’ but it doesn’t come.            “ thanks, maki — chan, ” he murmurs.

[tclesnmirrors-moved]

                          “ Did you even study for todays test? You know                              what don’t answer that. It’s probably a no. ”

                  Iwaizumi let out a small sigh and shook his head. On one               hand Makki chose this career path and on another he didn’t              have much of a choice himself.  The  least  he could do was               watch out for his best friend  and make sure he was staying              afloat. At least Makki listened to him. 

@makkiro​ liked for a starter

[volleyballabductions]

makkiro replied to your post: Just gonna

hell yeah you are!! fufufufufu

ggghhghghgg!!!

[ofvaricty-a]

makkiro replied to your post

throws a pickle at

throws a bottle at his head.

[trxshcanking]

@makkiro

Just seeing the other was making a pain ache in his chest, his eyes immediately looking away. Maybe out of shame, maybe out of embarrassment. Both, probably. The rain washed away most of the dirt and blood that clung to his skin, but it barely touched his clothing that was currently sticking to his thin frame.

The question makes fresh tears spring in his eyes, his head dropping down lower before taking a couple steps forward and pressing dampened locks against the others shoulder. “...he kicked me out, Makki...I don’t know where else to go..”

[risesonthecourt]

Starter for @makkiro ^-^ 

There were always a lot of things for Asahi to think about when Karasuno were about to play a match. What were the other team’s blockers like? What mood was his team in? What would he do if his spikes kept getting shut down? As a team with harpies, they were often accused of using their wings to cheat, so would that happen? 

Those were just some of the things he had to keep in mind, and all in all, it made for a nervous Asahi. Normally. This match, however, didn’t appear to be normal. At least, not for the ace. He went through the motions as normal. Setting up, stretching, running through receives like Ukai wanted. But the whole time his eyes kept flicking over to the other side of the net, where Aobajohsai were getting themselves ready. 

Other people on his team were worried about Oikawa and his serves. But Asahi, he couldn’t stop looking at their number three. There was something about him. Asahi couldn’t put his finger on what exactly, but something. He looked...interesting, that was the only word Asahi had for him.

Of course, in his daze, he didn’t realise the one he’d been looking at was their number three until they were called to line up and shake hands, and all of a sudden he was right in front of Asahi. 

His mouth was dry as he got a closer look at the guy. Short hair and intense eyes shouldn’t have captured his gaze the way they did, but he couldn’t look away. All he could do was hope that Hanamaki hadn’t noticed him staring the entire time.