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初めて, b!

@volleyb0ys ( daishou )

it wasn’t that she didn’t know her way around the city, nor that she wasn’t street smart --- it was just an unfortunate situation that she couldn’t have predicted. when she kept her head down, not making any eye contact with the men, it surprised her when she was grabbed by the wrists & pulled off the street to an alley. mika wasn’t the type to fight back, she was too paralyzed with fear to do anything to protect herself. not to mention, even if she wanted to, these men could easily over power her. being obedient would likely keep her safe from any sort of unintended physical damage. when they leaned in a little too close & teased her like a frightened animal, she would only reply with soft head movements. she couldn’t stop herself from crying already. what woman wouldn’t in this situation, her tears only enticed the gang members, pulling at her top to reveal her bra -- she was glad that was the extent of their touches. 

when she was finally left alone, mika sunk down & sat on the ground for a moment, crying her eyes out. when she heard footsteps, her head snapped up -- a look akin to a deer in headlights overtook her features. when she saw that it was a man, her eyes immediately went to the leather jacket he wore. a gang symbol that was enough to make her cower back against the wall. she hoped that he would just walk past her & leave her be . . . but it didn’t seem as if he was going to let her off that easily. “p - please leave me be.” she sniffled, turning her head away from him. the smaller tried to pull the front of her top up to cover her bra, but the men had ripped it so much that it would no longer stay up. without a doubt, she had mascara pooling up under her eyes & her hair was messy from their rough - handling. she hoped that would be enough to make her completely unattractive to the man -- then maybe he wouldn’t even have the want to harass her in the first place. 

keeping her head turned away from him, she didn’t want to make eye contact with him. it hadn’t worked the last time, but she was trying not to give him a reason to stay. it may have been shallow to judge him by the jacket he wore, but after such an encounter, she figured that she had a right to be a bit judgemental at the moment.

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ハチ公 - y!

@volleyb0ys ( kiyoko )

it kind of irked him that the boss made kiyoko attend these sort of events alongside of the nasty men that he invited -- ones that he didn’t even know well! it worried kanji to no extent, but of course he could always stick by her side & play the role of her date. after going out with her a few times, he must have had the right to do so -- as long as she didn’t try to push him away. sitting next to her on a couch, he listened idly to other’s conversations -- occasionally sipping the glass of alcohol he held in his left hand. kanji sat closer to her than he usually would, only while they were in situations like this. as naïve as he came off as, the blond knew the risks of the business he was in & he knew what kind of men were in it. 

the moment that a man he didn’t recognize sat down next to kiyoko, he moved his free arm up around the couch above her. if anything, he would give the impression that they were a little bit closer than just coworkers. taking a long sip from his drink, he looked the opposite way from her just to try & avoid being caught.

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pick me up! - y!

@volleyb0ys ( iwaizumi )

“IWAAAAAAA-CHAN!!!”

running after the man as if something terrible was happening, she grabbed onto the man’s sleeve to make him stop. tears rolled down her cheeks & she shook his arm a bit for emphasis. “t --- tobio said that i look like i gained weight!! you don’t think i’m fat right?? you can still pick me up, right iwa-chan?!?!?!” when it came to physical appearances, oikawa was far more than fragile -- she was easily upset when someone purposely went out of their way to make her feel bad. while she would never cry in front of tobio over it, the thought had been spinning through her head all day & it finally soaked in.

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不器用 - maids!

@volleyb0ys ( tendou )

not paying attention to where she was walking, yukie hadn’t taken note of the tall redhead in front of her. in her hands, she had a few ( thankfully ) empty glasses. though, not so thankfully, she walked right into the man’s back. falling straight back on her ass, a few of the glasses shattered at the impact of her dropping them. looking up at the man, she had surprisingly big eyes for a woman that was usually so tired looking. “ah, shoot.” she mumbled softly, looking around at the glass surrounding her. this wasn’t a rare happening, but it certainly wasn’t a positive one either. 

“ごめんねー, i’ll clean it up.” she said, shifting onto her knees on the floor. picking up a few of the larger glass shards with her hand, she quickly pulled her hand away with a soft gasp. looking down at her finger, blood began to bubble up above the small cut on her hand. yukie looked around like there should have been a napkin somewhere in sight . . . after all, she couldn’t allow the blood to get on her apron. it would stain, then she would have to buy a new one.

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ハルク - y!

@volleyb0ys ( kiyoko )

he wasn’t sure what to do in this situation . . . the handle to her front door was completely off the door, in his hand. “k -- kiyoko . . .” walking over to the living room, where he found the woman with a book in her hand. “あのー, 今晩はー . . .” he was reluctant to tell her what happened, only because he wasn’t sure how she would react. it wasn’t new for kanji to break things, but this was worse than usual. up till now, it had been things like plates & cups, but this was something on an entirely different level. 

holding up the broken door knob, so that she could see it he quickly added.

                                                       “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I’M SORRY!!”

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wet shirt - y!

@volleyb0ys ( iwaizumi )

bolting into imaizumi’s room, oikawa nearly slid across the floor & slipped. holding her shirt off of her body slightly, she stared intently at him. “IWA-CHAN!! it started raining while i was halfway here!! you know what that means?” scooting her way a little closer to the man at his desk, she leaned over his shoulder with a big grin on her face. “ね〜、iwa-chan i need to borrow one of your shirts.” of course, she had plenty of her own clothing in her room, but where was the fun in that? she would much rather wear one of the man’s shirts, that way she could wear something that would be slightly bigger on her. after all, this was a big ploy to try & flirt with the hitman. he usually didn’t give her much attention, but the brunette refused to give up. there was something about iwa-chan that she found incredibly alluring & she wouldn’t give up until she got even the slightest bit of affection from him. 

his stone - like features wouldn’t really give anything away, compared to someone like her who was overly expressive. at times, it really frustrated her! most men would throw themselves at her feet, but with him it was the exact opposite. she had to be constantly chasing after him for attention -- though, that made him even more attractive to her. if he was as easy as other men, she would have become bored with him quickly. 

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侵入者 - y!

@volleyb0ys ( kuroo )

currently, she was crouched underneath the table of her family’s living room. for the week, yachi was house sitting for her mother & father -- something that she would have thought was harmless, even a break from her usual lifestyle. things were going fine until she heard the sound of all of the power shutting off, leaving her left in pure darkness. once she was ‘safely’ hidden under the table, she pulled her phone from her pocket. the sound of a door opening downstairs was enough to make her hands tremble. it was difficult to press the numbers on the phone, but if she didn’t manage to do so, she wasn’t sure how this night would end up for her. it was scary to know that someone would go through the lengths to do this --- could it be someone from the yakuza? she wasn’t necessarily that far from her apartment she was provided from their boss. 

going through her list of contacts, yachi tried to decide who would be her best bet at this time of night. it wasn’t too late . . . but likely too late to call someone like kiyoko. perhaps she should call someone that was a bit bigger built than her. the woman was great at winning verbal arguments, but the blonde wasn’t entirely who, or how many people they were dealing with at the moment. her gaze stopped between kuroo & bokuto . . . or possibly iwaizumi? tobio? bokuto would probably take too long to understand the situation -- tobio likely wouldn’t care . . . making a hasty decision, realizing that she didn’t have time to waste at the moment she started to dial kuroo’s number. pressing the phone to her ear, she took a few deep breathes & prayed that he would answer. “k -- kuroo are you there?” she asked, the moment that she heard the line connect. in her own hysteria, the girl didn’t even wait for him to answer her, she just began to ramble off. “p -- p -- please help me . . . there’s someone in the house ---- the -- the power is cut. i can’t see anything -- “ her sobbing started to take over as she spoke, trying her best to keep her voice down. in the background, she could hear the sound of foot steps, causing her to pull her knees tight to her chest. holding her other hand over the phone as well, she tried to hide the light from her phone. “c -- can you please come here, kuroo-kun? i’m really scared.”

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力こぶ  - y!

@volleyb0ys ( kiyoko )

while kiyoko & him had gone out on a couple of dates here and there, they always had to make it fit in their work schedule -- whether it be before a meeting, after a meeting, or even at a work event itself. though, when she mentioned that the two of them had the same day off, he was like an excited puppy over the idea of getting to spend a whole day with her -- especially in a setting where he didn’t need to dressed to the nines. 

he insisted that he would come & pick her up, not wanting her to have to walk or pay to take a train. it was not difficult for him to get in the car provided to him & pick her up -- sure, it was flashy . . . but when you were going out with a six foot four man with tattoos covering his body, you had to expect some people to stare. someone so tall in japan ( who was 100% japanese ) was incredibly rare, not to mention someone that had tattoos. anyone that suspected him for being yakuza because of those tattoos, but they wouldn’t be wrong in that suspicion. he wasn’t worried about that though, after all -- no one would want to speak up about it. the woman likely heard his car pull up, considering it was extremely loud -- but he still got out of the car to meet her at the door. he may have been an idiot, but he still was polite. 

his outfit clashed greatly against the fancy car that he was driving. walking up to her apartment, kanji wore a pair of plain grey sweatpants & a tight black shirt. it was extremely plain compared to what he usually wore for his day - to - day work outfit. knocking lightly on the door, he could hardly hide the childish excitement that he wore on his face thinking about getting to see what kiyoko wore when she was relaxing.