The random , great amount , weird movements had the heavy seed follow with great detailed attention. Every action of movement or a random sang lyric made him confused. Yet , despite the confusion , it was pure amusement for somebody so.. random ? To exist and in a way have their roads clash.
In a calm , soothing and tuned voice he answers the bear.
‘’Which game , Bokuto-san ? ‘’
It was a true puzzle for the Nekomata. Were all Bears this … excited , happy and overjoyed or just this individual one. A puzzle or not , this , is one of kind puzzle.
His gaze was with full focus on the other as he starts to explain this ‘game’.
"A simple one!” He declared with a bright grin. “I used to play it all the time when I was a kid.” The eccentric man gestures to the road ahead of them, pointing at the painted stripes. “You see those? When I was little, I liked figuring out new ways to travel! So I started playing this game where you can use everything around you but you can’t step on empty spaces when you travel. See that painted line over there?”
With a grunt, he hoists himself onto a railing, scaling across bit by bit before his feet landed on the other end of the painted line.
“ Like that! We find ways to make our way there without touching the blank spaces of the road. Wanna play?”
“It is difficult, so it takes a lot of patience with the flowers and with yourself.” She had to stop and think about what she wanted to grow together. Honestly the traditional Japanese garden she had at home was just perfect for her.
“Well at home we have a nice garden, it has Japanese Apricot trees, rhododendrons, hydrangeas, and we have a little pond with moss as ground cover. So, when I have my own place I want a similar garden.”
It’d be a struggle as she would be living in an apartment most definitely in college. But she isn’t sure that would be best. Her siblings would neglect their grandfather’s hard work and leave it to be overtaken by weeds.
“That’s why I can tell they are going to bloom soon, because I grew up with them I guess. Mine at home look just the ones at school.”
"I see! What would you suggest for beginners then? I don’t have a green thumb but it sure would be neat if I could grow something of my own!” The ace is quick to fall silent as he listens to her descriptions, attempting to imagine the sight. What a brilliant spectacle it must be to witness! “Whoa, that’s so cool! It sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale! You know those gardens that deities really like to reside in to recharge themselves?”
It would be absolutely wonderful if she were to one day achieve her dreams. After all, she does have a talent for this. “That could be your life goal! Something to work towards bit by bit.” Bokuto offers his companion a bright grin. “You think you’d be able to grow your own herbs too? You’ve got a remarkable skill set for this kind of thing so it would be neat to see what you are able to achieve in time.”
“it’s not that much of a misleading thing but more like it depends on the context people says that. you need to learn how to tell when a person means something different through the words they use.” a sigh leaves his lips. this boy needs to learn so many things. “you’re odd…”
"The context.” He echoed with a slow blink. “But how would you know they are saying one thing for sure? It’s like I hear the words they say and my brain pictures something but it always ends up a different thing so it doesn’t make sense.” Brows furrowed briefly. “Is that bad?”
His attention is drawn back as the other spoke, raising both brows and pressing his lips together as he hummed in the back of his throat. “Would you like to find out?” A smile spreads across his lips, pointing at his companion with the sharp knife. “These are plenty for me alone and while I appreciate the gesture…I might need of some assistance.” Sangwoo usually worked on his own, but something about seeing other applying different methods than his own, he found rather amusing.
—— “Maybe we will get her to shut the fuck up like that.”
"I’d never say no if you word it like that.” A huff of amusement escaped him upon registering the other’s invitation. One might argue that it ruins the whole purpose of catching so many for the other, only to lay hands on some himself, but if the other so courteously offered to share, who was he to refuse?
Rising from his perch on the rest of the haphazardly strewn pile of soon to be victims, Bokuto advances, tilting his head to study their newest plaything. Sangwoo hadn’t made the incision in vital areas, through the blood loss was enough to send the poor dear in a state of hysteria. He does hate it when they cry- so messy. Palms, heated and broad, had no qualm jerking her head upwards, clamping down on the tender spots of her throat, effectively choking the sound out of her.
“There we go. Quiet.” Chortles spilled from him despite the renewed struggles of the victim, heavily hooded eyes watching intensely as they struggled for air and freedom- none of which were granted. A hum escapes.
“Surgical wires would look nicer on her. Stretched out from one end to the other of her mouth. Don’t you agree?”
The rain outside had helped Akaashi focus on his studies during the day. The patter against the window was relaxing and he was going through the notes at a decent pace. And despite the rain, Bokuto didn’t bother him whole morning and bigger part of the afternoon. People say that he’s self-centered sometimes, but Akaashi has never met a person as considerate as him.
But being trapped inside for whole day is making Bokuto restless because he can’t get rid of his energy. He smiles gently when he feel hands on his shoulders and teeth near his earlobe, teasing him. A soft shiver goes down Akaashi’s spine and he lays down the pen.
“Hmm…” Bokuto draws out a soft sound from him with a kiss and Akaashi’s fingers rest against his cheek. “Since you didn’t bug me whole day, I finished almost everything I had. I have some-” he gives Bokuto’s lower lip a nibble, “-free time now.”
So enticing! His heart, his soul! It’s been captured!
“That’s good!” So close, his eyelashes brushed against the other’s cheek, Bokuto hums, pleased that he was able to get all of Akaashi’s undivided attention for the duration of this moment. Leaning in, he melds their lips together once more, kissing his companion languidly, unrushed for once.
Heavily hooded amber eyes gleamed with intent as their owner spoke. Heated palms rested squarely upon Akaashi’s thighs, stroking with appreciation. “So you’ll have time play with me now. Yes?” He steals another kiss. “I’ve missed you.”
"playtime is over, i’m not playing, i’m done playing!! i wanna watch them bleed! broken glass, throats slashed, their blood splattered on the wall!" the he brings his hands down to his sides and ever so gracefully makes his way back to bokuto, arms loosely wrapping around the elder's neck. clearly he calmed down a little after the outburst. the blond purrs, voice but a wicked whisper "can you do that for me~?" adding a few open mouth kisses on the jawline and neck for good measure.
Dispassionate eyes watched the entirety of the other’s outburst through half hooded lids, their owner reclining into his seat in a manner that was completely relaxed, a stark difference in their demeanours. He does, however, move to interlock his arms around the other boy’s waist when he makes his way to him.“Babe, you know I’d do anything for you if you asked.” A throaty laugh escaped Bokuto, lips curving into a smile too saccharine sweet to be innocent. “Will you watch til the very end?” An appreciative noise escaped him, hands squeezing briefly.@saboriyankii
Ebumi laughed, getting Bokuto worked up like this was actually fun, but the elder was also very cute about it. The rugby player tilted his chin up a little, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in a little bit closer.
“I wouldn’t exactly object if you did…”
Was that a confession?
The resulting actions only served to darken the blush on Bokuto’s cheeks, a flustered huff of air escaping. Brows furrowed for a brief moment when they comprehended his statement. Is Ebumi fucking with him or is he being for real?
Without giving himself time to doubt, he leans across and plants a kiss solidly against the other’s lips before jerking away with another huff.
“You said you wouldn’t object!”
“Strength in arms ain’t a bad thing. Ya look quick, man, so ya could be somethin’ like a winger or a forward.”
Ebumi muses. It would be cool to have someone like Bokuto on the team. Somehow he felt like the team morale would be higher. The positivity that almost oozed from the captain was amazing. Ebumi felt honored, happy even to just breathe the same air around the elder.
Training regimes? Ebumi hummed. Not like they had that good of training regimes going on. They had some pretty tough practice going on with the coach, but otherwise nothing too specific. In thought, he ran his tongue over his upper lip.
“Nahh, not really. I do train on my own. I run laps mostly. Sometimes I drag this bigass tire behind me. I once had Matsuo-san sit on the said tire while I pulled it around the field… Of course, it’s easier to practice with someone, but when ya’re looked down upon ya don’t really want anythin’ to do with ‘em.”
"Ooh they both sound cool! What do the two roles do within the game?” Interest piqued, Bokuto rubbed at his chin thoughtfully. “I’m not sure which one is fitting cus you see- in volleyball, I play as a wing spiker. Hey! Maybe you can come to one of my games in the future yeah? I mean you don’t have to but it would be nice to see you!”
Brows furrowed at the latter of Ebumi’s words, concern and bemusement mixed into one. “They look down on you? That’s a shitty thing to do! You’re one of the most passionate and dedicated people I know! And you put a lot of effort and heart into what you do!”
A huff escapes him, insulted at the thought of Ebumi being sidelined unjustly.
“okay, you’ve convinced me. –the great ME will help you with
your love problems! so, tell me again what is it that’s troubling you. ”
even though the great ‘me’, couldn’t even hold onto a man, here she was
giving relationship advice. but, he complimented her and those where going
to her head. she was willing to listen as she took a seat at a table, while
she enjoyed her ice cream.
"Thanks! You’re a life saver!”
His gratitude is genuine when he beamed at her, entirely unaware of his companion’s own situation. “Right- so I just wanna know, since I don’t wanna keep messin up all the time. See I got a girlfriend who kinda just gets...Y’know like she gets grumpy? But whenever I ask her about it she says she’s fine even though she’s super grumpy. And when I take it as oh she’s fine, then she gets even angrier and says that I’m insensitive! So what’s a dude gotta do about that?”
“Oya, you want proof~?” He asked, a leery grin making its way onto his face as he shifted closer to Bokuto. His eyes slowly made their way over the other’s body to the edge of the owl’s pants; they both knew exactly what he was about to attempt.
“I’m sure that can be arranged~”
"Ohoho? You speak with the certainty of a man who’s sure of himself.” Despite his cheeky demeanour, Bokuto keeps careful pace, taking note of the way he’s edging closer. After all- he may seem guillable but the fukurodani ace is anything but dumb. He is ready to leap away at any sign of sudden movement, subtly inching back with every step forward Kuroo takes.
honestly, akaashi was still reeling at the sudden appearance of his former captain. he felt a little short of breath. in all honesty, he disliked surprises - he found it difficult to react, unless he was on a volleyball court, in a game. having his senpai come back out of no where was throwing him.
“everyone left already… i offered to stay back and tidy up.” he managed, blinking rapidly. there were a lot of questions he had right now. “bokuto-san, what are you doing here? you… graduated. how did you get into school grounds so late? did you get a visitor’s pass?”
"Akaaaaashi.” The other’s response earned him a playful complaining whines from the elder of the duo. “You worry too much! It’s all cool- I got in with a visitor’s pass cus I’m a responsible adult now!” Bokuto chortles and makes a face. “Mostly. Even without one, I’ve been in here plenty a times to know all the short cuts and hidden paths so sneaking in’s not an issue either.”
Stooping to pick up stray volleyballs, he pauses to flash the other a grin. “I was nearby and I thought aa wouldn’t it be cool to come catch up and see how this year’s batch is doing? So here I am. Hey, you wanna hang out for a bit? Like old times?”
His left black ear flinches slight , though not because of uneasiness , just slight nervous. Nobody beside his family had touch of them , so , a lean forwards made him bow down so Bokuto could have access to his ears.
Though obviously thrumming with excitement and anticipation, Bokuto does at least have the decency to hold himself back so as not to frighten or possibly upset his companion. Slowly inhaling to quell some of his energy, Bokuto is gentle when he finally reaches out. Gingerly, fingers settled themselves against the softness of Akaashi’s black ears, petting fondly. A gasp of sheer wonder and delight escapes. “Just as I thought! They’re real soft. Soft and beautiful and strong! They suit you.” A thoughtful pause. “Is this okay? Does it hurt?”@akaasxhii
Even though the man was a few steps away from him, Sangwoo could feel it——a thick air that surrounded both males, perhaps a tainted aura? Who knew but there was no mistake that this man wasn’t like any other. That smile was far too cheerful to be genuine; he knew because he had learned over the years how to fake it. Sangwoo wore a mask on a daily basis, pretended to be someone else, an example to society. In a way, his whole life was an act and this hotel had become his stage.
Eyes glance behind, cautious still of Bokuto. How could he trust someone that reminded him to himself? They walked through the long corridor, taking a turn on the left. Only silence surrounded them.
To his credit, Bokuto does his best to keep up his appearance of being an overly curious investigative enthusiast, softly humming under his breath as they walked. Keen eyes took notice of the infrastructure, observant despite his projected whimsical attitude.
A chortle escapes him when they turned. “What was that saying again? In a maze, always turn left?” Amusement tints his tone, the sides of his eyes crinkling. “Does this one follow the rule too? Or are there hidden pathways and walls to cut everything off?”
For a young hotel owner, the business man sure do seem to be keeping close watch of him. The thought has his smile widening briefly, a sliver of teeth peeking out from lips.
“Seeing yours makes me happy too! I wanna look at you always.” Reaching out, he places both hands on Ebumi’s face and squeezes gently. Bokuto grinned, bright and teasing. “Maybe your face can be the first thing I see when I wake up everyday in the future.”@saboriyankii
“squash huh…” that actually sounds like a good idea to start. he was feeling really stressed but hanging out with this guy helped a bit but doing what he said might help even better. he ponders for a while and he could see the concern on his face. “that sounds like a good idea. might as well give it a try.”
"Hell yeah!” Bokuto beamed and whooped when agreement was received. “It kinda gives you practise in anticipating the trajectory of the ball too- You’ll see! Follow me!” Once the other had given his agreement, the teen began leading them towards the location he had in mind.
Unwillingly, he found himself truly listening to what Bokuto was saying rather than discarding the information as the useless drivel he usually classified the things that came out of Bokuto’s mouth as.
It was certain that Kuroo got on his nerves quite a bit, especially considering the cat seemed quite good at putting Tsukishima in situations he didn’t want to find himself. Yet there was truth in the ace’s words. Kuroo had never truly crossed a line. Oh he’d certainly toed it a few times, but he never crossed it, which was reassuring.
“I— Thank you, Bokuto-san…” He found himself saying after a moment, willing both himself and the other to ignore the reddening of his cheeks at that strong statement. That Bokuto would do such a thing for him came as a surprise to the blocker, though perhaps it shouldn’t have. Still, it did. And it meant a lot to him, that someone — especially someone seemingly so close to Kuroo — would look out for him like that.
It almost made him wonder if—
No, he shook the thought away quickly and looked towards Bokuto again, a small, almost shy smile playing at his lips.
“I’ll try and see how things work out… It’s not like we’re instantly forced to begin dating or any such thing anyway, there’s time. Thank you for speaking openly with me though, Bokuto-san. I appreciate it.”
"No problem!” Tsukishima is offered a bright and reassuring grin. “Kubro’s my bro, but that don’t mean I’m going to just stand by and let him do shitty things. IF he ever does them. Bros don’t let other bros treat the people they value like shit.”
A thoughtful expression settled upon his features for a brief moment. “Yeah- that’s true. No need to rush into things when you aren’t properly prepared.
“I know it’s probably kinda like we’re meddling and nosy to you, but just trust me when I say it’s done with good intentions okay? Kuroo’s got a...what’s that word...inquisitive! He’s got an inquisitive brain so he likes pushing at people to test the limits, but that’s only cus he really thinks they have the potential to get good and get even better. So the more he likes you, the more he wants to push you towards better things, to try new things even. That’s kind of how he reacts to things, both on and off the court.”
Amber eyes glowed under the light whenever they caught it. “But you know yourself best. You know what’s a hard no for you, and what isn’t. And so if you ever wanna try, it’s still up to you to decide. But you also gotta give the Kubro a chance by telling him what constitutes as a hard no for you. You know what I mean? Like..sure he rags on me about bein super moody and emotional sometimes, but he knows it’s a real problem for me to overcome and he’s never really made fun of me for it out of malice cus I told him to cut it out.”
⌈ — Oharano chuckled as Bokuto mentioned about his title, guys with a lot of confidence would be able to handle such a task. And meeting the volleyball player just minutes ago, he could already tell that he fitted the title. “Hmm…I rather not have so much attention.” he made a face, that wasn’t his thing despite him being one of the most experienced in his team. “Its a lot of work, planning on what to do and coordinate it with my teammates to get the try.” he shrugged as he answered. “We have a practice game here on Saturday afternoon, if you’re not doing anything.”
They took a seat in front of the bar as the cook came to take their order; Oharano just ordered a simple ramen dish and tea as he then let the other order what he wanted, “I like sushi, but I don’t mind anything, as long as it doesn’t have shiitake mushrooms. What about you?” ⌋
"That’s alright! Bein in the spotlight all the time can get draining.” Bokuto nods agreeably, chortling at the face the other made. Not everyone enjoys being the center of attention all the time after all. The Fukurodani ace is quiet as he listens to his conversation partner’s responses. While quiet, there was a dignified sort of vibe one gets from him. Almost like the opposite of Bokuto, but no less well honed in skill and interest. Maybe Akaashi and him might get along?
“It does sound like a lot of work. You gotta keep watch of the play your opponents use too to come up with the best plans, right?
Quick to perk up at the mention of an approaching practice game, Bokuto beamed. “I’ll come! I’ll come for sure! Oh oh- can I cheer for you guys or would that be super distracting?” Thumping at his chest, he puffs up slightly. “I can’t carry a tune but I sure can yell.”
Thankfully enough, the teen was detracted from his impromptu demonstration upon being presented with the need to make a choice. Humming under his breath, it didn’t take Bokuto too long to make a decision, communicating his order to the cook with a friendly thank you. It was only after they left before he turns his attention back to his companion.
“I see! I prefer yakiniku! Or any meat dish. Not a fan of the vegetables, to be honest. What about dessert? Do you like dessert?”
