#profiterolls

[injuredknee]

“ you think it will be the same? ”  

the sentiment seems too wistful a thing, as if oikawa might already know the answer but wants to hear makki say it anyway. eyes flit away from the fading sun, toward the convenience store down the block that iwaizumi and mattsun have disappeared into. he spares a second of his gaze for makki himself before watching their friends laugh about something out of hearing range. something in his chest goes taut at the thought of how few weeks they have left for these kinds of things. 

 “ i mean— the four of us will still be friends, right? ”  this, it becomes obvious, is the real question ; the one oikawa had meant to ask initially.  / @profiterolls​

[nusttam]

         ninety percent sweat and ten percent exhaustion, his staff just out of his reach, mattsun’s body refuses to remove itself from the kwoon room floor. hours have passed since they started sparing but he has no idea how many. the only thing he’s kept track of is the win-lose ratio and even that, he’d forgotten after they reached triple digits. he’s not complaining, though.

         despite the desperate need for a shower and the exhausted ache of every bone in his skeleton — he feels good. he turns his head to look at his co-pilot, lopsided grin twisting the corner of his mouth upward just on instinct alone. “ you’re want to peel me off the floor and carry me back to the room or should i wait for kaiju here? ”  /  @profiterolls

[nusttam]

      by no means should he be lounging casually on a couch on the slytherin common room — but here issei is, one foot proper up on his ankle, an arm thrown over the back of the sofa like he is part of the scenery. 

      someone eyes his ravenclaw robes disdainfully but doesn’t ask what he’s doing there nor how he managed to get inside. it is probably widely assumed hanamaki told him the password considering this is not the first time he’s wandered in here. 

      the fact of the matter is that matsukawa is just eerily good at guessing. oikawa bounds down out of the dorm room and cants him a quite unreadable expression as he passes by that issei knows means he’s off to sneak into the astronomy tower and likely that iwaizumi hajime will find him there. he peels himself off the couch to slip into the dorm in his absence, not bothering with greetings or apologies for his intrusiveness as he sprawls himself sideways across the end of makki’s bed, a brow raised. he does however flick his wand over his shoulder at the door and mutter a silencing charm. secret gossip is no fun if everyone can hear it. 

      he cracks half a lazy smile, “ enlighten me. ”  /  @profiterolls

[nusttam]

issei is obligated to throw takahiro over his shoulders and carry him out of the shatterdome ; it’s the law. whether that law was forged by him, for his own entertainment is unimportant. besides, makki carried him back from training the other night — and it has been said before: all is fair in love and war. though aliens are probably a new variable, he doesn’t believe the statement to have changed. it helps to decompress the tension in his chest from the run.  “ food or sleep? ”  he questions, looking for direction once they’ve hit the hallway where oikawa and iwaizumi had fled earlier,  “ or... training? ”  / @profiterolls