#torineko

[hainekos]

@tori-neko

     The prince took little to no time in kneeling down, extending a hand to the fallen male. He was a gracious boy, none so inflated that he should ignore another’s struggles. And at this critical time for him, he was even more sensitive about illness, poverty, and even just simple stumbles on the road like this.

     「 Are you okay? 」

[hoshira]

                     ♩  @tori-neko  ♡’d for a starter !

     ❛ You know , glaring viciously at the vending machine isn’t gonna rewind time and make it so that it didn’t just totally rip you off . ❜ Spilled between giggles , sauntering forth comes a little swan , fingers wrapped around a ¥100 coin . He slips it in with ease , stepping aside and gesturing to the machine with a nod . ❛ Take it as a thanks for making me laugh ... and also because I kinda feel bad that that had to happen , hehe . Maybe you’ll even get the one that got stuck as a bonus . ❜

[babycrxw]

tori-neko replied to your post “"Sweat." kageyama no”

"You also smell like a tree." What even.

       “I smell like pine? Iwaizumi san smells like pine too...”

[yamatoos-blog]

@tori-neko

             “Kenma, if you’re trying to hide from everyone to play your new game I suggest you move to a new spot.” The words were uttered as he slid down the wall to join the younger behind the mats. “Because this is my hiding spot and I was planning on taking a nap.” The oel enjoyed practice but on some days, where the coach went to wild on them, he just needed a nice little breather.

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tori-neko replied to your post:[[MOR] // i feel like absolute shit right now,...

youre not annoying in anyway, and i like interacting with you !! im always here if you need someone to listen to your vents,

// thank you so much! i’ll def. keep that in mind, for the future. again, ty;;;

henjinkaku replied to your post:[[MOR] // i feel like absolute shit right now,...

puts a hand over your mouth. we may not have interacted yet but i enjoy seeing you on my feed!! i like your tsukki a lot!

// oh gosh, thank you;;; (i think i’m going to be saying thank you a lot orz) that... that really means a lot to hear, that you enjoy seeing me on your feed.

yamaverse replied to your post:[[MOR] // i feel like absolute shit right now,...

laraaa! there is no way that you are annoying! ;m; and i think your tsukki is amazing and it’s really fun to rp with you! ;;;

// aaah, ty aggie! you’re too nice orz. but seriously, if i’m ever annoying you, please tell me!

[hanaxmi]

I want the K [tobio or kenma?? u chose]

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

15. Kiss in the rain

       The rain is relentless as it pours down around Oikawa but he finds he lacks the ability to care. He’d lost once again, and this time it wasn’t even against Shiratorizawa, against Ushijima. His team was knocked out a round earlier than usual in the semi-finals by Karasuno. He’d lost to Kageyama finally. He’d been surpassed by the genius setter and it hurt to be reminded that it only had been a matter of time. He was a dethroned monarch, a fading star that, after desperately trying to cling onto what little light left shining, finally dimmed. 

       While the rest of his teammates expressed their despair at the loss immediately after the match, Oikawa held himself together and took his reigns as the captain to comfort them. Immediately after, however, declined walking home with Iwaizumi. He’d forced a smile and said he had some business to take care of when really, he just didn’t want the others to see that even after all this time he still berated himself. He still blamed himself for not being good enough because he couldn’t bring himself to blame his team—and it wasn’t their fault. Karasuno was better. Kageyama was better. 

       No amount of crying could change that. No wishing he’d done something different or even played for another team. It was the inevitable outcome, and he’d long since recognized that, but still, this knowledge didn’t hurt any less. One thing had changed since middle school, though. Sure, he hated geniuses, but he didn’t blame Kageyama because he knew the other was trying just as hard as he was, wanted to win just as bad as he did. 

       It didn’t go unnoticed when Kageyama managed to find him behind the gym, head buried in his hands as hesat in silence, merely allowing the rain to fall both around and on him. He’d looked up and didn’t frown, didn’t shout or show any recognizable bout of jealousy. He was evensurprised when Kageyama confessed that he truly was sorry, that he honestly believed Oikawa was great enough to go onto the finals to beat Shiratorizawa and finally get his own glimpse of the nationals. 

       And maybe he was just trying to comfort the brunet, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing the collar of the younger’strack suit top to pull him into a searing kiss. This meeting of their lips housed years of anger and jealousy and frustration, and just as the droplets falling from the sky, Oikawa was relentless as he pressed his lips against Kageyama’s preventing him from moving away. He was actually surprised to note that the younger reciprocated the act. He’d alwaysknown there had been something more in Kageyama’s eyes when he looked at him than admiration and awe. 

       Perhaps it wasn’t the most romantic kiss (or evenromantic in the slightest), but it was one suited for the two of them. It was a kiss that spoke of rivalry and passion, of envy and lust. It was Oikawa and Kageyama—a fallen king and rising star.