#sweetspiker

[natsumxku]

( sweetspiker​ )

           Stares up at the older’s chest, noticing how big they were, wondering if one day she would achieve greatness like her. As a form of compliment, she patted her chest like Tarzan, grinning up at her. “Boom boom!” They were the bomb, so it seemed like the appropriate thing to say. 

[courthearted-blog]

----- @sweetspiker.

   ‘ um... ’

   --- she plucks at her hair, coming undone from its tiny ponytail curled into the nape of her neck. already she feels a flush breaking out across her cheeks. well, she can be forgiven for avoiding such a pretty girl’s eyes. she doesn’t think she even goes to this school, though.

   ‘ the gym is closed right now. ’

[appurupii-blog]

@sweetspiker ♥’d

        At the last moment he’s able to side step to avoid running into her. Gold eyes are wide and he shrinks back a little, surprised by her height. “——— Sorry.”

[astrumiilius-blog]

♛ WITH A GOLF CART OMG

♛ - one Muse runs into the other with their bike / skateboard / golf cart / etc.

   Tooru had no idea what he was doing on the golf course in the first place. Or rather, he knew exactly why he was here, but he didn’t know why he had agreed to it. His father’s birthday golf party with his work colleagues. Apparently they had all been dying to meet his golden son !! Tooru rolled his eyes, leaning on the golf club. He was gonna get an imprint of the club on his skin; he didn’t care.

   The one single exciting moment of this entire trip started with screaming. Screaming, coming from ... behind ?? 

   Incorrect. Screaming coming from below. By the time he was able to pinpoint it, Tooru was already sprawled out on his back on the front of a golf cart, one knee bent, foot on the hood, the other dangling off the end. At least this was better than golf. Still not ideal, though.

          “ What the hell are you doing ?? ”

[bitterblock]

♛ / sweetspiker

     ⌞kacchan ...⌝   she doesn’t mean to look so scary, honest,   ⌞your house is past the convenience store ... right ? i’ll walk with you. my brother said there’ve been some high school girls who’ve gone missing around that area.⌝

[bitterblock]

❝ You’re better than me. ❞

♛ / sweetspiker / accepting.

     ⌞kacchan ..⌝   discomfort settles like a rock in her belly, though features remain impassive as ever. perhaps she should reach out to kanoka ? fingers twitch in an  A B O R T E D  gesture, arms folding across slim chest instead.

     ⌞it’s only to be expected, you’re still just a second year. you’ve got another year to catch up.⌝   perhaps a bit  harsh … she doesn’t need her team disliking her ..   ⌞… i can help you with blocking after practice …  if you want ..⌝

[kuiin-blog1]

( sweetspiker ; ❤ )

           Spending her lunch break wisely, she was multitasking by eating while simultaneously doing her homework, saving her time tonight. With how late their practices went, and wanting to have a full eight hours of sleep, she needed to manage her time wisely. As she was doing this, she had to make sure not to move her body too much in order to not disturb the sleeping teammate taking a nap with her head rested on Masami’s shoulder.

           Because of her demeanor, people mistook Masami as being an intimidating captain, but anyone can really see how much she cared for her girls. She gently pried the half eaten sandwich out of Kanoka’s limp fingers, placing it on top of one of her notebooks as to not get dirty, rewrapping it so the spiker could continue to eat it once she woke up.

           She noted the time, mentally marking down how much time was left for their break, and when to wake the other up so she’d have enough time to stretch out and eat before class started once again.