[tsuiism-blog]

i have been neglecting tsubasa.

[tsuiism-blog]

( ‘prospere-risu )

╰ ▚ ♕ ▞ ╮

        Scared.

        That’s not totally a concept that Oikawa can share with his soon-to-return team-         mate. His fears were less so in physical injury–hence no care for his previously         sprained knee–but more in losing what he’s worked HARD for. Although sitt-         ing in the hospital after falling because of his knee… there’d been some fear that         he’d come back and EVERYTHING would be different.

        Thankfully that wasn’t the case.

            ❝ The coach isn’t scary, though. I don’t see why                you’d be afraid of him~ ❞

        He knows DAMN well that the coach isn’t what Tsubasa fears. Taking one step         toward the gymnasium, it’s time that he led the pink-haired Second Year inside         to get a start on facing his “fears,” the kind that don’t lurk under the bed but in         broad daylight. At least he can help lead the other along the way.

        He wouldn’t leave Tsubasa all on his own. Not yet, at least, if ever.

     he drops a hand to his side, doctor’s note pinched between his fingers, and his other hand curls into a loose fist, covering his mouth––a nervous habit of his; as if his hand is a barrier protecting him from anything wrong with the world. it just makes him feel s a f e. 

     ❝ ‘snot the coach, ❞ he mumbles, the worlds slurring with childlike humility. he can’t seem to meet oikawa’s eyes, and the hazel is glued to his shoe laces, the nail of his index finger jammed between his teeth; but he’s already bitten his nails down to the stub, so he nibbles on the surrounding skin instead. 

     BREATHE. in, then out, except the effort is actually painful. it’s hard to get air in through gritted teeth, honestly. he dry-swallows in his attempt to relax, and forces the anxiety out with one foul exhale. steels himself and barely remembers to pick up his backpack before scrambling to grab it and taking that first step back into the gym. the smell of air salonpas invades his nose, and he lets it seep in, nostalgia warming his veins. 

      ❝ oikawa-senpai––- what do i say? ❞ what do i do?

[tsuiism-blog]

( ‘evgeniss )

‘’Did you drink a lot of milk?’’

   Sincerely she was curious as to    how he grew so tall! As someone    under 5`5″ it baffled Momoko. 

     ❝ does chocolate milk count? ❞

     genetics. his father actually has seven centimeters on him, and his mom is no slacker when it comes to height too––a rare japanese woman who stands at 179.4 centimeters tall.  

     ❝ or strawberry? ❞

[tsuiism-blog]

being lazy with replies here so srry.

[lilfukuowlet-blog]

HQ OC Masterlist

[lilfukuowlet-blog]

Please reblog this so I can find more HQ!! Oc blogs. I don’t actually know many considering.

[prospere-risu-a]

╰ ▚ ♕ ▞ ╮

        Up goes an eyebrow when Tsubasa expresses his surprise at being welcomed         back with no reservations. Oikawa knows that the others have worried about the         underclassman for a time before moving on, but while he may not know their         TRUE opinion, he’s still the captain and his word often trumps how they feel         when he talks to the coach. In all honesty, they’re not some popular team that         has the right to be picky anyway. They take what they can get, especially if it’s         someone who had been at least SOMEWHAT talented.

        At least there’s some enthusiasm despite the nervousness accompanying         it.

        It’s a tad embarrassing to see the pink-haired Second Year searching through         his bag so quickly, almost desperately. It’s tempting to reach forward and         place a hand on the other’s shoulder to calm him down, but the brunet refrains         seeing as it’s not necessarily something he can see helping Tsubasa. What a         m e a s l y paper, though… he’s had it for a while, and held out so quickly.

            ❝ Of course I can! But it’s alright if you relax. It’s not                like we’re going to interview you. Of course the                coach is going to watch you when you tell him, but                it’s just to be sure you’re okay. ❞

[tsuiism-blog]

     it’s a baseless fear, of course;  but tsubasa is made up of those. these are the teammates who visited him afterwards in the hospital, armed with snacks and a ridiculously giant teddy bear. these are the teammates who didn’t mention a damn whisper of shiratorizawa up until he asked, ❛ did––did we?––- ❜. ( those were some of the first words out of his mouth, head cleared from the deliria of pain but hushed with painkillers. 

     he remembers that it just got really quiet. all the jokes and attempts to make him feel better put onto mute. it’s iwaizumi who tells him, ❛ we lost. ❜ )

     tsubasa wasn’t kept in the hospital for too long. a day and half and then another few days of bed rest and months of rehabilitation. there were more visits, of course, but tsubasa remained listless through them; and well, eventually everyone stopped asking when he was going to come back to the team. 

     he clenches the paper tighter. he gave up. 

     not for a lack of love, but because a lucid fear. oh, the chances of breaking his leg again are slim ( it’s volleyball, after all ), but defeat is ever present. even the word ricochets inside his skull, mocking him. 

     ❝ i just––- on edge, sorry. i’m scared. ❞

[tsuiism-blog]

"Bababooey." sends u lots of memes so u will always remember me

     ❝ i am, ❞ he stops and takes a moment to think, ❝ EIGHTY-SIX percent sure that’s not a real word. ❞

[tsuiism-blog]

shibe kinu is the best.

[tsuiism-blog]

ほうき.

【  “Broom-san?”  】 Kuroo repeated incredulously, unable to come up with a proper response while he attempted to register that in his mind. Had this guy really just referred to him as a broom, of all things? Well, that was definitely a first. In the next moment a chortling laugh left his throat as he hunched over in amusement, wiping at the tears that formed in his humor. When he could finally bring himself to breath again, the captain easily flashed him an a wide grin. 【  “That was pretty good, Pinkie, I’ve never heard that before. Name’s Kuroo.”  】

     ❝ kuroo sounds like the antagonist of an anime––the kind with a lot of crime-fighting girls in short skirts, y’know? i think i like broom-san better. ❞ well, he didn’t think it was that funny––but he gathers some pride from being able to make the other laugh ( and with him, not at him, for once ). he’s not that good at jokes, honestly. or any form of wit. 

     ❝ after all, it looks rough and stands up. like the straw ones they use at shrines! houki!! ❞

[rpstarterandaskmemes]

Ben Wyatt (Parks and Rec) Starter Sentence Meme

That’s what you wanted right? Everyone in the same room, at the same time?

Did you hear a word I said?! No you didn’t! Because I’m a ghost!

I really like you, but you are a terrible person to talk to about personal stuff.

We can just sit back and take it easy.

When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die!

I have been tense lately. Just thinking about the new Star Wars sequel.

_____, we got you an autographed picture of your personal hero.

I love you and I like you.

They call me Devo, because I can whip ‘em good.

Are you talking to my butt?

Are you gonna murder me and bury me at this gas station?

I was completely flustered, I came off like an idiot. I mean, at one point, for no reason, I just took off my shoes and held them in my hand.

I think at some point you and I should probably make out with each other.

I’m sorry, are you eating Turkey Chili off of a frisbee?

I’m just gonna sleep on the floor.

Look, who hasn’t had gay thoughts? Who?

Pizza? Never heard of it!

Bababooey.

Hogwarts is fictional. You do know that, don’t you? It’s important to me that you know that.

Gotham needs me.

I’m far too stupid and lazy to write something that could be printed in a book.

I am deeply, ridiculously in love with you.

I feel great, I ran 5K this morning.

It’s a white flag, and you may as well start waving it right now,  _____!

I am really attracted to you right now.

You just do your thing, baby Smurf.

I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Well, you suck at being polite, sir.

[briightestsmile-blog]

‹ 2 › – “Do you need help with that?” The other boy’s belongings seemed to be all over the place, impeding both of them to greet properly. Probably arranging that meeting on a week day hadn’t been the best of ideas, but Suga wanted to take advantage of his training-free evening and his friend agreed, so he didn’t think it would suppose a problem for any of them. “Can I do something for you?”

[tsuiism-blog]

      he lets the console drop from his mouth, leaning down so it doesn’t impact too hard. ❝ a-ah!! i got it. ❞ if you count shoving everything into his bag with one foul swoop as ‘got it’, then yeah. but he doesn’t bother zipping the backpack up, standing up from his seat with an exuberant air of excitement. like a giant puppy. it should be their first time meeting face-to-face, except, ❝ i think i’ve seen you somewhere before this! ❞

[flxwermanager-deactivated201701]

          “I t-think they said they were going to meet with Oikawa-san in the gym, but I l-lost them on the way…–”

     There was no way she could ask him to help lead the way, but if she didn’t let him then she would remain lost and they might even leave without her! That was something she couldn’t let happen.

[tsuiism-blog]

     ❝ ah. ❞ tsubasa forms an instant hypothesis in his mind, molding the words, ❝ are you one of oikawa’s fans? ❞ he hopes not. oikawa’s cool, sure, but he’s gotta leave some girls for the rest of the male population. cute ones, preferably. ❝ c’on. the gym is this way. ❞

[tsuiism-blog]

"ne, can i call you tsu-tsu?! i'll be ko-ko!"

    ❝ cocoa? ko-ko-ko-ko! like chocolate! ❞ which totally fits, ‘cause chocolate is completely awesome. 

[tsuiism-blog]

TSUnami

     ❝ fight, fight!! ❞ he likes that nice name. very, very much. ( actually, put a third ‘very’ in there. )

[tsuiism-blog]

steals his shoes from his locker like a dog... probs either hides them or wears them right in front of him.

      ❝ but––- my feet are bigger than yours. the shoes wouldn’t fit. ❞

[prospere-risu-a]

╰ ▚ ♕ ▞ ╮

        The majority of the surprise came from seeing someone in a gymnasium         when he initially thought he wouldn’t ever again. The last bit of surprise com-         prises of hearing Tsubasa with a hesitant tone. All this time he’d been sur-         prised that he kept in-contact with him and not Iwaizumi, who some MIGHT         argue is the more sensitive in the best-friend-pair. Obviously it’s not just         about the notes despite the acceptance of taking them.

        Hopes are dashed, but it’s not like the brunet is going to be obvious about it.         He noticed that jumpy reaction to Iwaizumi’s spike – YES, he’s MEMORI         ZED what a lot of them sound like – but opts to ignore it. All of this is odd         to see coming from the underclassman until comes the drop of the news.

            ❝ Oh, well, sure you can. ❞ It’s as simple as that, but… ❝ The                coach is going to need a paper from your doctor say-                ing it’s fine because I don’t think we’d wanna sprain                your leg. You’ll have some catching up to do, but I can’t                see a problem with you coming back. ❞

        It must’ve been hard to do even THIS. There were two reactions to do–play         happy or take it into stride, and with someone being so nervous perhaps it         would be best to not make it a huge deal so he isn’t making the pinkette get         worked up over coming back. One step at a time… don’t put too much expec-         tations on him…

[tsuiism-blog]

     ❝ r-really? ❞ he thought this would be harder––that his teammates wouldn’t want to take him back. after all, he let them all down in his last game, and then he gave up completely afterwards. ( and there’s even a part of himself that blames him for their loss to shiratorizawa. ) ❝ i, umh––- well, i actually have that already! ❞ he’s had the paperwork for about a month now, actually––the scrawl declaring him fit to play again, if careful and cautious; but when he first got the note in his hands, his throat closed. hands were trembling and tsubasa broke out into a cold sweat and with that paper clenched between his fingers, he finally realized, oh, i’m scared to play volleyball. 

     it was a horrible feeling. 

     so the paper have been wasting away in his backpack, lonely and waiting for a purpose. until now. tsubasa lets his backpack slip off his shoulders, digging through the mess almost frantically. he finds what he’s looking for at the bottom, and fishes it out. he drops his backpack on the ground without a care, using both of his hands to uncrinkle the paper. it’s been uncared for so long now that it’s started to fray itself soft. 

     he’s clinging onto the edges of it, holding it our with arms straight and taunt. he worries his bottom lip between his teeth, unable to look oikawa in the eyes. all the emotions bubbling in him make it feel like he’ll BURST. 

     ❝ will you go with me to give it to coach? ❞

[kurtetsu-deactivated20161113]

@tsuiism   【  “Pink, huh? It almost ruins the intimidation factor that comes with all that height you’ve got, Cotton Candy~“”  】 Kuroo smirked in amusement as he glanced up at the person that stood beside him, only mildly curious about someone so tall. He seemed familiar, but he had no idea from where. They didn’t look like anyone at his school, so perhaps another in the Tokyo district? Nonthelesss, it probably wasn’t the best idea to already give him a nickname, but when had he cared?

[tsuiism-blog]

     ❝ co-cotton candy? ❞ well, that’s a first––not that tsubasa can blame him; he opened himself up to a tirade of nicknames and jokes the moment he washed the dye out as a pink stream down his skin. it has it’s perks, though: one. it’s an avid conversation starter. two. it does serve in making him more approachable. three. tsubasa just thinks it looks super, duper cool on him, okay? ( he finds that back when his hair was black, most people tended to scurry away from him. ) ❝ but, i don’t want to intimidate anyone, ❞ he’s about as vicious as a teddy bear, ❝ broom-san. ❞