#thebestdecoy

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thebestdecoy liked for a starter

                         Teppei walked into the gym, but stopped short. He                                  backed out quietly, but peered through the open                                  doors to get a glimpse at the shorter jump and spike                                  what he knew to be a volleyball. “Woah! That was                                  so cool!” ღ

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thebestdecoy

『➃』——;  o H..OH HE’S BACK!                                                                                                                       ❝HINAATA!!!❞

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i’ll be back when the sun stops burning || closed rp || thebestdecoy

Kageyama stares blankly at the space ahead of him. For a moment, he considers himself a galaxy: his stomach, a black hole that swallows his insides, his heart the moon, cold, distant and detached, his eyes, burning like the sun, stinging as they shed tiny stars that slip down the curve of his cheek and land in his lap.

He knew it would come to this: he knew, and yet, why does he feel...

Hopeless? 

He wants to laugh, becase it’s supposed to be funny, isn’t it? This is all sort kind of practical joke the universe is trying to play on him-- because he’s supposed to be glad, isn’t he? Glad that he’s finally been scouted? Excited to start his new life doing the thing he loves the most? 

“Everything’s backwards.” he says to himself, wiping what he silently promises to be the last tear he sheds today.

[rxvenking]

thebestdecoy

     How many times was this idiot going to miss? Kageyama would only toss so many times before he grew bored, and after each shout of "mou ikkai!" he was becoming irritated. A lot more irritated than he'd like to be while playing volleyball. Or well, practicing anyway.

     He just wanted to work on his serves. And the more he was being asked to toss means the less time he'll have to work on it. A hiss of a sigh passes through his teeth as he spins the ball in his hands, eyes narrowed and posture as stiff as can be. Telling him no would only make him more annoying and it's true, they needed to work on this new quick of theirs in order to perfect it, but it was getting old real fast.

     "After this next toss, I'm working on serves. I advise you do too, seeing as you suck at them. Or even try to receive."

[defensivespecialist]

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thebestdecoy

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kenekoma

                  "You know, if you needed a tutor you could have just asked me." ✯

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thebestdecoy

kissu-me-shigino

"Oh, hello. I didn't see you there." He said from the pool. He had just resurfaced after being under the water.                                                 -- 🔆

[grandkingxo-blog]

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₩ Thunderstorm

This certainly hadn’t gone as planned…

Oikawa Tooru – captain of AobaJousai’s boys’ volleyball team and local heartthrob – stood beneath a bus stop in the metaphorical middle of nowhere, soaking wet. Brown locks were plastered heavily to his face as the water dripped from his jacket, and the captain wore an unamused frown on his lips.

Thunder rumbled across the open plains of the rice fields, cut through the sound of the rain that echoed in Oikawa’s ears as he stood beneath the shelter of a bus stop. As he stared out into the rain falling mere centimeters from his face, he considered the situation. If it weren’t for the lightning that the thunder followed behind, Oikawa wouldn’t have stopped his jog. Getting wet, while undesired, was not insufferable. Getting struck by lightning in the open fields he jogged through, however, was a different story.

Sighing, Oikawa dropped himself to sit on the bench behind him in order to wait for the storm to pass. As he stretched his legs out in front of him, Oikawa brought his hands up and began to unbutton and unzip his jacket. Removing it, he made a weak attempt to wring some of the excess water out of it. It was then that he noticed something: he wasn’t alone in waiting out the storm. A grin came to his lips as he greeted cheerfully his companion beneath the bus shelter. “Yo~ Rotten luck, isn’t it?”