#nekotain

[taskfocused]

@nekotain​

“Ku.roo-san, I’m alright. You don’t need to worry about me. In fact, you’ve been showing a lot of concern lately. But rest assured, I have not been careless towards my health.” 

Except A.kaashi's condition was the complete opposite, judging from the circles under his eyes. He didn’t know if it was pride or the fact he didn’t want to burden the other. The concern was warranted, but he didn’t know why his friend was more worried for him than usual.

[kodzks]

                                 KUROO      /       @nekotain​​         ♡

             “  ah ,  kuro ... they have apple pie. i forgot my wallet. ”

[written-rave]

This is how Cat Love left me: Nakitai Watashi wa Neko wo Kaburu, a beautiful anime movie.

#anime #neko #Gatitos #cats #Netflix

[teruuji]

From here, with @nekotain​ 

. 遊児 .

He’d prefer to get Kuroo somewhere inside, with hopefully a nice AC unit, in case this was a heat stroke. If it wasn’t, well, then he’d figure that shit out as he went. Wasn’t his first rodeo with sick people, after all.

“You’re not fine.”

Terushima points out, but with a voice that doesn’t wish for an argument to erupt. Looking around, he finds a bit of a shaded spot for Kuroo to somewhat comfortably sit down to rest at. 

“Sure, buddy. Can you make it over to that bench there? It’s probably more comfortable to have those few minutes there, than here.”

He’d help steady the other captain if needed be.

[greatestdecoy]

they’re all taking a break before the next practice match, sitting around on the gym floor and chatting with each other. shōyō loves playing matches the most, but he really loves being able to hang out and get to know everyone else, too! it’s part of his natural curiosity and outgoing nature, something which leads him to cock his head towards kuroo with an inquisitive gaze.  “ hey, kuroo-san ... what made you wanna play volleyball? ”

@nekotain​ liked (♥) for a starter!

[11kei]

     he   listens ...   &   listens.   the   sound   effect   description   was   nothing   short   of   unhelpful.   what   did   it   mean   to   be   an   upperclassmen  ?   the   thought   was   short  -  lived   as   he   brought   his   focus   back   in   when  it   appeared   to   be   his   turn   to   speak.   a   cleared   throat   &   a   quirked   brow  ,   displaying  obvious   confusion. 

 ❝   like   whoom ...   got   it.   is   this   how   you   explain   it   to   your   teammates  ?   i   wonder   how   nekoma   remains   superior   to   us   when   their   captain   paraphrases   move   sets   like  a   grade  -  schooler.   you   almost   sound   like   hinata.   ❞

inbox.  "you're slacking off on your blocks. you have to go like WHOOM when you block." @nekotain​

[taskfocused]

@nekotain​

“Auditions? What do you mean auditions?” 

Akaashi’s questioning was a bit too late, considering they were already waiting in the queue for “idol” auditions. 

And why Kuroo decided to drag him into this of all people, Akaashi didn’t know. In fact, he was still baffled until now.

[taskfocused]

@nekotain​

Music was a universal language. Emotions and thoughts of millions interpreted in a uniquely aural form. Sometimes, it was colorful and vibrant. Other times, it was dark and gloomy. There were times it was filled with rage and guilt. 

Moreover, the number of reasons for writing music varied as much as there were songs that existed. Music could be done for fun, or music could be a message. Music could be anything that anyone ever wanted.

Ultimately, that was what pulled him in. That, and naiveite that came with youth. But now, they were older. They faced the stage together countless times already. Now, the question that came in his mind was: Why was he still playing and making music until now?

He didn’t expect them to have reached this far in what started as a simple mutual hobby. He made sacrifices along the way; considered as a disappointment from one part of society. People told him he could have been so much more if he didn’t tread this path in the first place.

But he was here, and he couldn’t find any reason to go back. Then again, perhaps the reason why he stayed had been in front of him all along. The person whose back he gazed at the most. The person who kept moving forward towards the light, whose presence alone made people cheer and cry their hearts out.

And now, this very person was asleep in the corner of their dressing room. It was a surprise to say the least. Ku.roo was oftentimes up and about, either writing songs or playing his instrument. While his eyes wanted to bask in the rare sight of his bandmate’s sleeping features, something else caught his attention.

New lyrics? Does he never run out of ideas? 

For someone who was often cheerful and mischievous, his songs hit where it hurts. But as far as A.kaashi could recall, Ku.roo didn’t have that much complicated relationships with people. And whatever was going on with the romantic aspect of his friend’s life, it wasn’t his business.

Sometimes, his mind drifted off to wonder. What if there was someone Ku.roo longed for? So much so that he could only send his message through the discography of the band? His worries resurfaced once again as he read the lyrics.

Nostalgia. Unrequited feelings. Loving from a distance. Unnecessary loyalty. 

A.kaashi could imagine that these lyrics being sung out loud would send shivers down his spine. Just like all the other times they performed a heart-wrenching song for the first time. 

Just who was he singing for? Sure, he was a gifted artist in his craft. But there should be something more to it. Emotions so raw and vulnerable couldn’t have come from sheer talent alone. And yet, A.kaashi couldn’t think of anyone who could fit the bill. 

No one. Nothing.

Unless...

No. That was impossible.

He placed back the lyrics to its original place, as if it had never been touched. Once again, he gazed back at Ku.roo. Pensive silence filled the room until he spotted a stray hair getting in the way of the other’s face. He reached out to brush it out of the way.

It’s soft.

As much as he wanted the moment to linger, time was of the essence. In fact, it was better to finish what he had started, especially since his chest started to feel... strange. This shouldn’t happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

So, he let out a sigh, dropping his arm to the side. “Ku.roo-san, please wake up. Unless you want us to leave you behind.”