#swoopingowl

[crankthathoot-blog]

you're warm (swoopingowl) -v-

It's a common enough occurrence that Bokuto thinks nothing of Komi's head resting on his lap, arms around his torso, the libero curled around him. They had been friends for years, close enough to be called brothers, and cuddling had become just part of hanging out together. Eyes glanced down at the other third year, a small smirk playing across Bokuto's lips.

"Oho~? Ruki's tired~ Ruki's tired~" Bokuto sing-sgoned, fingers dancing up and down Komi's sides. He was bound to get bit for his actions, but it was a small price to pay.

[crankthathoot-blog]

"...You're my friend, right?" (swoopingowl)

" 'Course. We've been friends for years. Why?"

[crankthathoot-blog]

hush from komi :o

It wasn't unusual for Bokuto and Komi to find their way to each other's place without a prior notice. They had known each other long enough that the houses were like second homes. What was unusual was for Bokuto to not be at the top of the stairs to greet Komi, grin on his face, chattering about games they had to play or movies they had to watch. He hadn't even lifted his head when Komi had walked into the room. 

Tear spots marked a pillow and the bed sheet, the captain pulled into a ball. Bokuto didn't move, and the only greeting he gave his friend was, "I'm going blind." It wasn't exactly a secret that his eye sight had been steadily going over the years, but it was the first time he had been faced with the harsh reality that there was little he could do to stop it. "I'm gonna have to stop playing."

[crankthathoot-blog]

bokuto is the type of person that would put hair gel in his pubes and show everyone because he thinks its funny.

Komi just stares at Bokuto. "You put gel on your pubes, but you won't let me dye them. I thought we were friends."

Bokuto's just like, "Okay, but look at how I styled it. Eh? Eh? Man, I'm a genius."

[mxnger-archive-blog]

swoopingowl:

Komi just huffs, shuffling closer and letting his forehead fall to her shoulder. He wasn’t sure he wanted comfort, especially not from her, but. Even rivals could offer solace, sometimes.

"I hate you," he mutters, quietly, but there’s no heat in his voice. He’s tired- exhausted, really- even after skipping a day and taking his evenings to watch movies with obnoxious amounts of ice cream, sometimes with the addition of Bokuto or Konoha. "I really, really hate you. And him. I hate both of you."

She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't know what to do to make him feel better. It's awkward; definitely. But even then, Komi was still part of their team. Even then, he still felt like family to her. She wanted to do something, anything, to make him feel better. Though, she's probably the last person who should be doing that.

She simply wraps her arms around him and nods.

"I know, Komi. I know."

[mxnger-archive-blog]

swoopingowl:

Naturally, of course, Komi’s first instict is to struggle even harder.

He’d left after everyone else, sluggish and tired after an all-nighter, a day of tests, and double practice, practically asleep on his feet, and Ayu had all but tackled him outside the club room. It was stupid, in fact, to expect him to do anything but struggle. The younger girl was settled firmly on his back, and didn’t seem like she had any intention of moving, either.

"Whaddya think you’re doin’?" he demands, fingers digging into the grass beneath him as he wiggles. "Get offa me, you crazy!"

"Koooomi! I'm sorry! But I have to talk to you about something!"

She tries her best to hold her ground, but Komi, being bigger and stronger, put up quite the fight.

Her iron will made an attempt to fight back.

"Just--just hear me out, okay? I need a favor!"