#unspiker

[uniwachan-blog]

Bara Clan, Here We Stand || closed; unspiker

He knew sooner or later that he would need to attend school here. Not that it was a requirement, not, but he figured finishing off his final year of high school might be good. You know, in case he made it to the real world again. That way he wouldn’t forget anything.

He had hoped there’d be a volleyball club in the school, yet was pleasantly surprised to see fliers up for new members to join. Who was he supposed to talk to-- oh! Oh he knew Sawamura Daichi. He’d played Karasuno many times before and always thought he was really pleasant, agreeable, easy to get along with. He was glad it was him starting up a club for much needed distractions.

Upon entering the gym, he peeked around, looking to catch sight of the other spiker in hopes to join up with him. Who knew, maybe they’d have some sort of ultimate team here.

“Hello, is anyone here? I’m here about the volleyball club.”

[grandeking-blog]

♔} bittersweet. // closed.

          It was inevitable. He could make out the bulky silhouette of Karasuno’s Team Captain from a distance. He was walking down the sidewalk, towards him; they were bound to cross paths in a matter of seconds. Hands slipped themselves snugly into his track pants as Oikawa went over the available options. One was to just cross the street and avoid contact completely. The other would be turn his head aside and ignore him and the memory of the loss that came along with seeing him. And the third was, of course, to confront him. And play nice, of course. He knew which one was the most honorable of options and, sighing, kept his steady pace forth. 

         And when they did meet they stopped, standing face to face. Oikawa tipped his head and smiled curtly. He figured he might as well break the ice. “It’s a little too soon to be meeting up again, don’t you think?” Sarcasm dripped from his lips as he said it -- and it stung. The wounds of his team’s defeat were still fresh. Oikawa closed his eyes then, pausing. No, he knew there was a more dignified way of going about this. He just didn’t want to do it. And yet...

         “...But you all played well.” From captain to captain: those five words were perhaps the most genuine sentence Seijou’s star had constructed since coming here. And for a moment it feels liberating. To finally admit it. But he’s quick to cover up, to retreat back into his usual smug shell. 

        Reverting back to his camera-savvy self, Oikawa adorned a smile and resumed a more upbeat tone. “Ah~! Now with that behind us. Have you managed to find anyone from either our teams?”