#ohireon

[failedwrist]

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do not test me, kenji-san. my power bar recipe is legendary in eight prefectures.

sorry ohira-san dont hurt me

[failedwrist]

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i am fine. simply wondering how i am going to fix our club’s reputation with the entirety of japan.

you’re not because datekou’s gonna win

[failedwrist]

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normally i’d let you talk to him but it’s 4am how are you going to fight someone who isn’t even awake

it’s 10 pm ohira-san are u ok

[failedwrist]

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lucky i’m the one who does it. just come in and have a pastry or eita will flip out

but ohira-san that guy accosted my son

[failedwrist]

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it’s too late for this. i can’t bail you out with aone anymore

aone would never bail me out hed look at me with the most disappointed look he has (it’s pretty disappointed)

[shouganaid]

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ryo tears

whispers oh gosh ryo the memories, man, those were good times that was like a year ago omg

[dokitsuu]

      "how'd you get so tall?" She wants to be a tol. SHE NEEDS TO        BE A TOL. To crush her enemies beneath her heels and then cackle        as they weep. Alas, she had long since stopped growing and there        is a part of her that wishes she was shorter if only to fit in with her        class. "Did you drink lots of milk?" A pause. "And what's with your        hair cut, man?"

[inviincibly]

@ohireon

of all people, reon was not expecting wakatoshi to show up at the bakery the day after his finals for college. the professional volleyball player had always been a person not too keen on conversation, but the part-time baker had a hard time living with the fact that he couldn’t even meet up with his old friend without various media speculations as to who he was. after all, what would a big-time, world-renowned player like ushijima wakatoshi be doing talking to a person who had no spectacular talents of his own? this is what causes the mingled surprise and alarm in reon’s chest as he opens the door for ushijima. “wakatoshi. it’s been a while since we last talked.”

People do not fall under muscle memory. First to go are mannerisms--the way their words fall, or how emotions settle into their frames. Then, entire moments and weeks and months fade. Wakatoshi wonders how much he has forgotten, and if Reon remembers any of it. (It would be easy to forget.) He nods, because it’s true, and he’s decided on this, at least. There’s no use refusing to acknowledge it. 

                ❝ How are you?❞