YEAH —— ! ✨

( courtstyle‌ / atsumu. ):

❝ perhaps if you weren’t such a slob, I wouldn’t need to scrunch my face up and be at risk of wrinkling prematurely. ❞

response was sharp, resembling a sudden jab to ones side. the sight before him made the shaggy-haired practically itch with anticipation. his grasp of the ceramic mug fleetingly tightened in an attempt to compose his need to clean, knowing his fixation was boiling to the surface. sakusa watched with a slight wrinkle at the bridge of his nose, patently judging the others culinary skills before depths rolled and a venomous scoff emerged.

❝ I’ll get breakfast while I’m out, i’d rather not be around any of this. ❞

once again, spat sharply. it was the raven-haired’s coping mechanism to react like so, fending off every fiber of his being in which screamed and begged him to tidy. but this was the mess of a fox, business he would not involve himself in. stepping through the shared space, atsumu’s efforts were acknowledged with a brief huff of sorts, curt and matter of factly.

it’s a start. .

KICKS THE DOOR OPEN.

❝ suuuup !! ❞

what a horrifying sound it was. the music resonating within his ears came to a crashing halt as melodies were paused, attention focusing on what had just occurred. horror and anger prompted features to twist and contort in dismay, brows knitted into disdain upon glancing over his shoulder, meeting the nekomas gaze.

❝ kuroo. ❞

vocality booming, relentlessly bitter and filled with venom for the other. sakusa simply could not believe the sheer audacity of the fellow raven-haired who stood before him, watching as his expression appeared utterly amused at his own rather bold action.

sights narrowed as kiyoomi proceeded to squint whilst hand rummaged within his pocket, pulling out a couple of tissues from the spare packet that he carried on his person, turning to hand it to the devilish soul with utmost contempt.

❝ wipe it off. now. ❞

( royaltywritten‌ / crow-chan ):

❝ oh     hooo !! ❞

what a sight it was to behold. utterly amused and riddled with mirth, slender arms wrapped around his own mid-section as an obnoxiously loud and bellowing laughter effortlessly seeped from thinned lips. satori found himself in a state of hilarity whilst watching the teen gradually collect herself once again.

❝ the look on your little face !! kawaii, kawaii !! ~ ❞

laughter soon subsided after what would have felt like a millenia to some. mischief knew no bounds when it came to our scarlet-haired, eventually resuming his typically intrigued expression upon eyeing her in closer inspection.

❝ ne, are you always so tightly wound, crow-chan ?! ❞

thank you so much !! I feel sorry for ‘sumu because of the hell that is going to potentially break loose, but i’m really excited at the same time !! UNLUCKY FOR YOU PAL YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME NOW.

( courtstyle‌ / atsumu ):

the leisurely disposition of the setter rattled sakusa to his very core. witnessing such a casual demeanour, the forsaken and typical sing-song that were his vocals grated near instantly on the raven-haired’s nerves. a pause ensued for a moment, taking it upon himself to inhale deeply; allowing the air in his chest to nestle briefly before exhaling.

such was his archetypal means of quelling his patent frustration. even as the chaotic appearance of the kitchen made slender digits twitch and fidget, he tentatively stepped forward, attempting to look beyond the mess whilst trying to fix himself his morning coffee.

❝ no. ❞

the offer swiftly rejected, he practiced his breathing further as the pot began to boil, one might observe that could resemble his current mood.

❝ just make sure you clean up after yourself, i’m not doing it for you. ❞

i cannot believe atsumu d*es today. unreal, lads. unreal.

i’m not gonna add oikawa. i’m not gonna add oikawa. i’m not gonna add oikawa. i’m not gonna add oikawa. i’m gonna add oikawa.

daily regimes resumed as normal. he often woke up before his teammates, briefly stretching stiff limbs before tending to his ablutions. it was well-sought for peace and quiet before the rest of his rambunctious team would awake.

he soon took to the kitchen, preparing his own pot of coffee. but what he hadn’t anticipated was that anyone would have been up before him. and there he stood at the entrance of the kitchen, brows knitted and furrowed with dismay at the sight before him. the fair-haired setter, seemingly carefree as he delved into what was a concoction that was considered as ‘breakfast’. but what alerted his senses above all else was the mess. oh, the mess. .

❝ . . . were you gonna clean any of this before the rest of us woke up ?? ❞

sakusa wash your fucking hands kiyoomi.

she was standing a little too close to him whilst in line. and with every fiber of his being, the shaggy-haired thrummed with dismay. a part of him felt almost compelled to give her a stern warning about remaining so close within anothers vicinity, the lack of personal space utterly shook him.

and yet - he remained silent. he was told to lessen that cold attitude of his. instead, only clicking the roof of his tongue with passive aggression ( hoping she would take the hint ). but the line eventually shifted, and she was soon served. thank god.

time passed and he watched as she shifted out of line to depart, noting that something slipped from her possession and onto the ground. it was then that his heart began to race at the mere thought of picking it up. he doesn’t know where it’s been !! instead, sakusa cleared his throat in her direction, beckoning with curt bemusement as he nudged it with his foot. near kicking it.

❝ oi. you dropped something. ❞

dainty digits inched closer and closer, space between one another amounting to naught as he approached from behind. hushed yet stern warnings emitted from teammates, attempting to lure him back; but when a lone crow stood - it was only fair to play just a little.

effortlessly, he towered over the petite blonde. fingers near brushing upon the womans frame, but at the very last moment he chose not to intrude with physicality. instead, he loomed, leaning gradually from behind in order to coo; a whisper brushing against her ear.

❝ boo. . ~ ❞

he had been watching, ever so curiously. it was common practice to watch the other competing teams, but this lot in particular often managed to allure the attention of the monster.

everlasting mischief rife upon tiers, scarlet strands wavered as he peered over the edge from which they spectated, watching below as sweat-laden teens gathered to refresh. they had won, good for them !! but was satori going to congratulate them. . ??

❝ hoot, hoot, hoot !! pahaha !! hey, lookie lookie     up here, owl boy !! ❞

pushing herself past her limits was common practice for the setter. panting heavily, sights only fixated on exceeding beyond her limitations as she continued to run, the raven-haired woman came turning sharply around the corner - unsuspecting that something, or someone might have been in her way.

C R A S H !

collision ensued, ramming directly into another seemingly immovable force. the sheer impact had her stumbling backwards onto the ground, groaning from the sensation of landing firmly on her backside.

❝ aish      I really gotta look where I’m going. . ❞