#supaikaa

[voiceraised-a]

|| supaikaa 

Noya-senpai, I'm sure he just means out of the first years! I bet you're his favorite second year son!

shoyou you are so right !! yes that’s must be it !! forgive me for my rude assumptions 

[innerclaims]

      children stress him out. goshiki never thought he had a reason to dislike them — but he can only explain to twenty curious pairs of hands the differences between river otters and sea otters so many times ; can only answer so many whys— before he starts to lose his mind.

      thankfully the field trip students are no longer his responsibility. by the time his thirty minute instructional lesson was up, he was starting to get watery-eyed and discouraged.

        unfortunately, he had intended to spend his lunch break bothering hinata, but now hinata is elbows deep in children. goshiki winces at the number of jam-hands in the touch tank and immediately empathizes with the red head’s apparent stress. 

        goshiki sulks a little, planning to escape quietly to avoid re-initiating contact with the younglings. except one of them screeches as it rips a sea cucumber from the water and that is not okay. it dawns on him now that someone else should be helping hinata, probably. there are a lot of children and, well, they are all about hinata’s size. if they wanted to overpower him, they likely could. 

         he takes it upon himself to step toward the screeching offender and gently takes the sea cucumber from it, tenderly putting it back in the touch tank. “ please uh, do not do that !  i know hinata-san told you not to remove the animals from their homes — please be respectful to him and the animals, ” goshiki chastises ; the child looks a bit ashamed ( though, goshiki has a sneaking suspicion is it more sorry for being reprimanded than it is for it’s actions ) and mumbles a poor excuse for an apology before running off, leaving goshiki semi-alone with the hideous sea cucumber he had rescued. he narrows his eyes at it, discontent. otters are much cuter.   /   @supaikaa

[hinikuru]

     && @supaikaa // continued from here.

     the kid looks five seconds away from throwing a tantrum. which would be funny, if his voice weren’t so grating and he didn’t bear a striking resemblance to a certain bowl-cutted first year he was too annoyingly acquainted with. as the baby squeaks and protests, the setter pauses in his path, mouth drawn into a steep frown over the pile of volleyballs he’s carrying.

              “ you can hardly hold the ball as it is, let alone hold it still long enough to get it back into the bin. if i let you have one you’ll lose your mind and make a bigger mess. ”

     he squints and continues walking, eyes trained on the bin at the other side of the gym.

              “ if you want to help you could start by shutting your mouth for five minutes. ”

[hinikuru]

supaikaa replied to your post: “We’ve all pooped. It’s your turn.”

*LOUD GASPS*

     was he supposed to have manners with underclassmen from opposing teams? nah.

[notformerit]

HI FAVORITE DAD!

            a hand, far more gentle with the oldest of their first years than it is with most everyone else on the team, finds its way into hinata’s hair and ruffles affectionately. “ you’re just been promoted to FAVOURITE SON, hinata. congratulations. ”