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#𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙴𝙴 [ ... ] by valentine! please read carrd before interacting!
[ ✉️ ] @villagerbee: yachi offers atsumu a bite from her fork.
“ —how long's it been since we last saw each other anyway? three years? four years? somethin'-years-too-many, more like! heh... ” it feels like an eternity ago, but atsumu can remember it still: the karasuno girl from the court sidelines, the one that was all antsy energy and bright eyes, having crossed paths with him now as two grown ups. their lives had only gotten busier in all the years since, and the offer he had made that day to take her out to eat had been left dormant all this time, unfulfilled. and what a shame that was, huh? but lookit here! the grace of an athlete being in an off-season and a graphic designer with a shred of free time… the stars have aligned themselves for a chance reunion, years in the making.
and what better way to celebrate the tying of loose ends than with good food?
…and when it comes to good food, it's obvious where he's gotta take her to. “ ooh, ya gotta try this one next! freshest tuna-mayo you'll ever taste, no kiddin'. ” each and every one he offers up to yachi seems to be 'the one she just has to try next'. meanwhile, osamu just stands there working, a small-smiled sentinel lining up the counter with freshly made rice balls. (he's certainly not complaining about the praise, and atsumu's deeefinitely not complaining about the entire bill being comped. it's a win-win for everyone! hurray!)
then the next one gets offered up, and this time, it's not his doing. atsumu's grin drops a bit when he sees he's the one being offered to this time, blinking at the rice ball held up by yachi's slender fingers. “ …well, ain't that nice? five star service, yacchan, don't mind if i do. aaaah! ” with that warm and easy reply out the way [and the refortification of his grin — 'cause he toootally didn't just get taken aback by the gesture], he leans in and takes that offered bite from her. quick and simple.
the flavors hit his senses all at once, and they do so really, really well! his eyes shut from an instinct bred from pure, simple delight. “ mmmmmh! shooo gooooood! ” (yes, he's speaking with his mouth full here. but 'samu's rice balls are just too good to remember things like manners!) “ ain't it good, yacchan?! y'tried this one yet? feels like… like the flavors are dancin' on my tongue, makin' it all tingly… or somethin'! almost makes ya wish he'd pick up cookin' alot sooner, don't it? hahahaaa… …haa…! ” oh... that feeling on his tongue, it's—
“ ⸻ AHHCK!!! IT'S— SO SPICY!! i'm dyin' over here!!!! ”
❛ it's been a while, atsumu-kun! i was thinking you'd forgot about your favorite fan. ❜ hitoka teases in a playful manner, despite their last meeting being almost a disaster… ( god, forbid she ever walked up to someone she recognized again. she's nothing but an ant to some of these people! ) however, once she got his memory jogging on who she was… ( ouch, by the way! ) it was always a pleasant phone call here and there, & the texts they would exchange was always cordial.
hitoka never considered herself anything special by any means, but atsumu always had spared time for her here & there. she was just thankful to be able to get away from it all for once, & just be… normal, for a few hours. no stressful deadlines, no awful clients telling her that her designs were better the first time… she's simply here, with atsumu, like it was a normal everyday thing. ( a girl can dream… right? )
however, when he keeps shoving food her way, she almost reverts to her high school self———————— timid, embarrassed. he was so casual with her, it was hard to adjust to. but she knew better : she knew that she'd also have to catch him off guard so he doesn't tease her like last time, all those years ago. & so, while he's taking a bite from her hand, she'd almost felt like she won a small victory. something so… intimate? wouldn't have been a thing for her in the past. ( thanks to a certain someone, she's gotten used to more casual skinship. )
❛ w-water!! here, drink my water!!! i'm so sorry!! ❜
@decaysate : " hii-chan! " he's been waiting all day for this, watching the clock carefully between his hectic schedule- his job, his practice, everything- just to make sure to greet her. " happy birthday! " from the sound of it, she's celebrating her birthday with all their friends- there's a pang of heartache, then a swell of love and adoration. " sorry i couldn't be there in person. i promise i'll be back soon. " he just hopes his gift has gotten there on time; the cute planner, the decorative stickers, the colored pens- aaah, he can't think about it! " have fun, okay, hii-chan? and remember i'm always rooting for you, even all the way across the world! i love you lots! "
the clock strikes midnight & she's anxiously stares at her home screen. every year without fail- the screen lights up with an embarrassing picture from high school... a dorky picture with the two of them hugging after one final celebration, rosy cheeks & nose with how much they cried out of happiness... she chuckles as she excuses herself to answer the phone call. how many drinks was she peer pressured in for her birthday already... ?
" sh-shō-kun... ? " she stumbles, trying to pull herself together. his promise to her is enough to prick at the corner of her eyes, stinging. she allows one shaky sigh, before cracking a smile. it's not like she hid how she felt all these years----------- no, it was obvious right ? all of the flowers, the dates, & all of the shared affections in-between. has she ever uttered those three words to him in all of these years? she mentally kicks herself------------ she was an idiot.
" i love you, i'll see you soon. don't forget your key when you come over, okay? i'll be waiting for your flight home! "
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YACHI HITOKA!!!!!!!!!
I'm crying every time i come on here it's because of juni but now i also have wen
hang in there, yacchan
were people watching? stares were such a common thing to him by this point in his life ( it comes hand in hand with being a national volleyball player! ) that it wasn't until hitoka reacted that koutarou even noticed anything! but yacchan is still settled back onto the ground, because not everyone is okay and comfortable with constant attention! ❛ oh, yacchan! wait, before we go inside, let me grab something! ❜ that something being, of course, a face mask and an onigiri miya branded beanie! courtesy of one atsumu miya, but it might as well be koutarou’s now because he wasn't going to return it. ❛ there we go! that should help, at least a little bit! ❜ not that koutarou really minded when the press took pictures of him. the national team, the jackals, and his sisters were all prominent on social media, so what did he care if people saw him with any of them!
but it wasn't fair to carry that carefree thinking into every hangout he had! and thus, the mask and hat were swiftly put on before giving her two thumbs up. ❛ okay! lead the way, yacchan. i don't know what's good, so you gotta tell me what to get. if you don't, i’ll end up ordering one of everything. ❜ he'll do it, he's done it before. and he'll make sure everything ordered is eaten, too! ❛ unless you don't come here too often.. in which case, it might be best to order one of everything so we can try it all! ❜ honestly, the idea was sounding more and more appealing the more he said it out loud.
bokuto's grown up to be so thoughtful... that was her line of thought, & as soon as feet touch the ground, she instantly feels relief. being friends with mr. international was quite the large feat itself! hands gliding down from his shoulders to his biceps, she realizes that a lot of effort goes into being a volleyball player... ( she remembers just how he pushed himself back in highschool alone... ) of course, she makes no comment on it——— but she sort of regrets taking him to a bakery... it can't be good for his training, right? ( ahhhhhh!! what if she ruins his diet!? ) it isn't until he says that he wants one of everything, that she starts to giggle & pat him on his arm. ❝ i doubt i'd hear the end of it if you ate one of everything, bokkun!! ❞ this was just like old times... whenever she was in tokyo, he'd free his schedule & they'd just study the day away, eating sweets & talking about school without a care in the world. it's a bittersweet feeling as she reminisces, but the fact that they're still friends after all this time... what a wonderful life she lives, truly!!
stepping into the familliar shoppe, hearing the familiar ding & the warmth of the cafe... hitoka could feel the excitement of yummy treats. ( a little too much, she might add. did he hear her stomach growl? how embarrassing!! ) a blush creeps it's way to her ears, before clearing her throat. ❝ why don't we take a seat and look at the menu? i really want their anpan... b-but... the whole menu might make me even hungrier! ❞
there are some things that just never change. during their high school years, it was almost near impossible for them to have a proper hangout due to the constant headache that was conflicting schedules. and now, all these years later, it was STILL almost near impossible for them to have a moment together because of conflicting schedules. but koutarou never let the concept of impossibility ever stop him from plowing forward, so of course the day came when hitoka’s schedule was as clear as his! or, well — it used to be. after they'd both spent hours cramming a myriad of activities, it wasn't exactly clear anymore! but for a soul who was so continuously buzzing, a day with nothing to do was actually torture for koutarou.. so everything worked out perfectly!
they'd agree to a meeting point close to their first stop; there was a bakery that opened not too long ago in miyagi, who's breakfast pastries were some of the best @villagerbee has ever had! with a review like that, how was he supposed to react? when she finally came to view, of course it's only natural for koutarou to barrel right into her, practically sweeping off her feet! ❛ yacchan! ❜ is the only warning given before a strong chest slams forward, arms circling to bring her along with the force of his run and hug. hitoka is dragged along but with his laugh echoing across the station, koutarou doesn't really pay it any mind! ❛ you look great, yacchan! it's been so long, i really thought i was gonna die before we got the chance to hang out again. ❜
ponytail? check. purse? check. hitoka was mentally checking herself before heading out the door, surveying her apartment before hearing the click! of her lock. it's been soooo long since her last day off--------— what with her internship being as demanding as it was. however, when it came to her free time; there were a few things ( or, in this case, people ) that had her priority. smiling at her cellphone with the ever-growing amount of charms, she was more than excited! she was finallyyyy meeting bokkun!! hitoka was excited!
walking down the familiar path, the familiar bumble of the street, she pauses before hearing rather quick paced steps——— & they're coming closer to her?! it wasn't long until she was swept up into a bone-crushing hug, having it knock the wind out of her. ❝ b-bokkun——— ... it's good to see you too! ❞ she said, in half-laughter & relief. wiggling her arms out, she places her arms on his shoulders, trying to get a real good look at him. something like this was extremely common with him. at first, she would have been a mess of words & nonsense, but the longer they've been friends, the more she's had time to adapt to his greeting! ( but what about the people around them? )
❝ you wouldn't have died, that's silly! i would never leave you alone that long. ❞ it eventually occurs to hitoka that yes, they're in public——— ... and her face turns a few shades redder at the realization, a bit mortified. she's gotten wayyyy too used to getting swept up by bokuto! ❝ u-um... let's go inside, okay? ❞
IM NOT A REAL RPER GOOD LORD WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM
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FHKJDKFJNSK I HAD TO DIG TY <3
here for one reason only
@kainan asked : bokuto runs up to yachi and gives her a huuuuuuuuge bear hug! r.i.p ur bones and organs, yacchan!!!
there it is ... she swears she saw her life flash before her eyes. hitoka had less than a few seconds to react, before being scooped into his bone-crushing embrace. even though it’s welcome ------------ she decides to chalk it up as him not knowing his own strength, & weakly pats his back. ❛ w-welcome back, bokkun. ❜
@kainan asked : atsumu puts his jersey jacket over yachi's shoulders without saying anything. he's such a smooth guy, ain't he!
was he teasing her ? the way he did it so casually ------------ thump thump thump, the quiet rhythm of her heart ... so embarrassing. why was she acting like this ? isn’t this a bit of a cruel feeling ... ? ( even so, it’s something she never intended on sharing. ) if it was one sided ... couldn't she be selfish & enjoy herself a bit longer ? ❛ ne ... won't you get cold, atsumu-san ? ❜
@ymagishi : YAMAGISHI-CHAN !
❛ ne, ne, yamagishi-chan ... do you like sweets ? ❜ hitoka is a bit bashful, but there was a bit of hope in her question ! ( no, she didn’t learn how to bake just to make friends ... !!! of course not !! ) ❛ ah ------------- it’s okay if you don’t, i can always treat yamagishi-san to something else, too ! ❜
you do not own a character. grow up.
yknow this has been sitting in my inbox and i rly cant believe the audacity of some people ... of COURSE i own my PORTRAYAL ... but where do u see that i own her ??? tell me.
i already showed angie this but its about time i blessed all of u with it too
i can conclude that angie hates me now.