#nastyspin

[pridewon]

@nastyspin​ (starter call) 

“Sakusa.” His greeting is kept short and to the point - as in all things, Ushijima does not embarrass himself with pointless fioritures, and is confident that his companion is of a similar disposition. Arms crossed over his chest as he sits in the stands, paying close attention to the practice match unfolding before his eyes, his focus only just wavered by the sudden appearance at his side, he sits back in his seat. He should have expected it, of course - Karasuno’s unexpected victory against Shiratorizawa had raised, and continues to raise, quite a few eyebrows and questions. 

“I heard Itachiyama is going to Nationals. Congratulations.” Completely unsurprising - Itachiyama can, after all, boast about having one of the best scorers and one of the best liberos in the nation on their team. Still, sportsmanship and personal standards command that he acknowledges his comrade’s achievements. He and Sakusa Kiyoomi are, he thinks, cut out of the same cloth - effort and craftsmanship rewarded with success, shortcomings and lack of preparation, with failure. The discrepancy between the two of them, today, lies in that unexpected defeated Ushijima still meditates over, as he watches other teams move on with their ambitions. “We will not be joining you, but I gage you will fare well.”

[agorace]

“Mm?” Kita blinked, taken out of his trance by the intrusion of neon shoes into his line of sight. from his spot on the floor, legs crossed neatly in order to hold each ball that he was asked to clean — well, rather, he volunteered to clean — or, maybe... started to clean without anyone asking at all. blinking again, he took in his surroundings, slowly realising that the once bustling gym was empty, save for the presence standing in front of him. how long have I —  “... you’re Sakusa Kiyoomi, yes?” the captain murmured, shifting his hazel gaze up to meet the dark one looking down at him. “Did somebody send you to get me? It’s not necessary.” blunt, as always, Kita returned to meticulously cleaning the ball in his lap — as he’d did with the twenty seven previous.

for @nastyspin​ ! ( starter call )

[pridewon]

" how are you so happy all the time? " for atsumu wahoo msby let’s go

@nastyspin (grumpy/sunshine trope)

“Damn, the real question is, how are you always such a downer, Omi-kun.” The end of his line is delivered with a bang, coincides with the exact moment the palm of his hand connects with the smooth surface of the ball - like a cannon ball, it fires forward, grazes over the net and comes crashing inbounds; he can hear them from here, the invisible audience, absent from their training drill, another perfect serve from Miya Atsumu!

“I’m livin’ the high life and gettin’ to toss at some of the best players in the world. That includes you, by the way, you’re welcome.” Picking another ball from the basket - tch, these new ones definitely have a different feel, smoother, a different grip, how long until he gets used to that new sensation? - he extends an arm, points it at his teammate. “An’ you’re sayin’ I shouldn’t be happy all the time?”

Miya Atsumu is a man who smiles, a lot. Teeth bared, lips curled, these days less fox and more lion keeping his eyes on his next prey. Who is there to fool? Sakusa? He’s been around long enough, peering over his mask; surely he can’t have missed the glimmer in the depths of Atsumu’s eyes, the insatiable hunger for better, for more, that only his team seems to be able to satisfy. The setter moves towards the net, training shoes squeaking against laminated floor, slams the ball against the ground once, twice; raises his gaze back at his ace. “You, on the other hand, should learn to let loose, from time to time, y’know?.” One flick of his wrist; up goes the ball, up go his hands, ready to fulfill their role. “Live a little, will ya?” His fingers barely brush against the ball, correct its course; and the toss goes up, exactly where it needs to be, the way it needs to be.

[shimzus-a2]

📝 :')

📝: throwback to that one twitter thread about them, and how they both adjust to abrupt ends in their passions. shimizu is a good older sibling type of person for sakusa, i think, because she can convey her experience with track and field and later with the volleyball club. she’s also got the same sort of brusque temperament as him that would let her say something like, “ so what if you don’t win ? so what if you didn’t do your very best this one single time ? ” and it would still be acceptable. of everyone in msby— even hinata included— she probably connects most readily to sakusa because of their mentality about endings. she often offers to take him out for ramen/snacks after practice just to talk to him a bit more, and really does her best with him particularly to become more sociable. she finds it alright to call him kiyoomi-kun ( or even kiyo-kun in private ! although it could be confusing if she’s kiyo-chan ) and changes her form of address only a few months after talking to him, while she’s still calling the other players by their surnames. whenever she’s helping the team ( i.e. giving out towels or water bottles ), she always helps meian first, then sakusa, then everyone else ... because a girl has her priorities straight !

headcanons about our muses ! ,

[shimzus-a2]

i love love seeing ur writing and i think the characterisation is literally perfect. go you!!! go her!!!!!

i... YOU are literally perfect !! we are over here cheering for kiyoomi 24/7 now. go u !! go him !!

how’s my portrayal ,

[tamagiwa]

CONTRARY  to popular belief, ushijima isn’t ignorant. he’s perceptive and keen, but usually only to the things he knows best. volleyball, math, the best athletic wear, his own feelings ... it’s not hard to be self-aware, he thinks. people spend too much time worrying about their surroundings that they neglect to consider their own clearest familiarities. for example ... scent. 

“  sorry. do i smell like a barn ?  ”  a genuine question. he can’t tell himself— it’s often the case that one forgets his own smell after a while— but ushijima wonders. sometimes, the smell of horses rubs off on him even if he only passes the stables on a run, and it can be strong for people not used to it. he notes that a simple whiff might have reached others around him, and makes his apology in advance.  “  i have some scented spray in my bag i can use if it’s bad.  ” 

@nastyspin​​ , buddies !

[shimzus-a2]

AH I’M LATE ¥

looks : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 ( he’s handsome but he kinda reminds her of her dad :/ ) personality : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10  attraction : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 would they date them : yes | no favorite thing about them : to her, a good listener ( in the sense that he doesn’t disregard directions or complain about important things ) ! he’s much more mature than people of his age that she knows ( cough ), and the fact that he goes along with things like holding a child’s hand even if he hates it is good. he’s respectful, and shimizu appreciates that. because he can listen and perform accordingly, he feels like the type of person who could be trusted with tasks or responsibilities if necessary, and kiyoko very much likes those types of people ! least favorite thing about them : he can come across as quite dismissive and judgmental— which she’s guilty of herself ! it’s understandable if it’s towards someone like atsumu who’s unbearable to be around, but the fact that sakusa is frequently unhappy-looking around people could easily be misread as him feeling superior or being selfish. while shimizu understands his choices for pushing away certain msby teammates, she doesn’t think it’s a sustainable model to treat everyone, and if she had met him in high school and been treated like that she’d probably think him the type of person who needed to get off his high horse. in moderation, it’s ok, but it’s not good to be dismissive towards most people, especially if they might be the ones who will rely on you later !

ratings of your muse ,

[shimzus-a2]

      HER  MEN’S  BANNERS  ARE  LONG ,    spilling onto the ground from their tall bearing poles. they seem intimidating ... or at least, that’s what shimizu has heard. the few guests that they do receive in the eyrie always use that word to describe the fortress. with its cold, dark, and empty halls, the only stories of this place that seem to make it outside the territory are those related to ghosts. ( and to her beauty, which she promptly ignores ).

     but it probably is a lot to take in at first glance. the welcome is solemn and quiet, much like the eyrie, and shimizu has selected only a few of her most trusted advisors to attend. in the absence of actual bannermen to hold aloft the family crest, her great hall feels ... large. large, and swathed in blue, and lonely. 

     “  i’m sorry about the discomfort of your trip,  ”  she imagines it’s not easy passing through so much land, but can’t attest herself to that thought. there are horses at the moon gate and beyond to ride, but during the summers up in her mountainous halls the horses cannot come. and even during the winter when her party makes their descent downwards, she doesn’t leave the vale. she cannot. her duties are here.

     shimizu presses her lips together, and the apology seems to extend even further in the absence of a voice. i’m sorry if this place is not what you expected— if you expected something. it’s the most they can do with what they have, and he’ll be safe. perhaps it isn’t luxury ... it’s just sufficient enough. without knowing herself who he is and what kind of man he may become, shimizu is reluctant to take another step forward, to bend the knee, or to offer more. that’s how trust works here.  “  we’ve made arrangements if you need rest, but ... i need to hear the story you’ve given so far.  ” 

      — where is it ? her reason to protect ? is he worth the fallout ?

@nastyspin​ ,  got au starter !