#♛♛ the answer remains unchanged

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"I broke my promise, huh? Our last Spring High... But I suppose it can't be helped. Coach'll skin me alive if I screw up my elbow before our match with Korea." He drops his gaze to his arm, fingers massaging cream into the joint, before he lifts it again, watching his friend finishing changing. "It's just the regionals anyway. Nationals are after Korea. I can set for you then. We'll still win our last nationals tournament together."

He’s glad that Eita doesn’t apologize; the words would have echoed off the metal lockers strangely. This is enough--this confirmation of what he’s already known. 

                ❝ Of course. I look forward to it. ❞

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spanks u???? ? l:

@rexaquilae I heard that Goshiki would like to do fifty laps around Sendai. 

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It's easy enough to get away with being from another school when his team has a practice match (even if he's technically suspended). He adjusts his team bag over his shoulder, still trying to get used to wearing his team jacket with only one arm in a sleeve and his right hand stuck to his chest in its sling, and pokes his head inside the the gym. His lips pull into a frown when he can't spot who he's looking for and his eyes fall on the only person he can see. "Is Tendou-senpai around?"

                ❝ Not right now. He hasn’t been to club.❞

And maybe not ever, a thought supplies. Not if practices continue to be built on empty echoes in the gym and long cold silences between them all. Wakatoshi eyes the boy’s bag. It’s grounds enough to allow this outsider, whoever he may be, to stay. 

@aquailae, @yamatoos, @kaiju-suisoku

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hi dad.

                ❝ Hinata Shouyo.❞

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can /i/ have your phone number ?

                ❝ You texted me about Notice Me Senpai two minutes ago.❞

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please father my child

                ❝ Romantic relationships tend to move very quickly, then. I will remember this in the future.❞

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can i have your phone number

                ❝ Who are you?❞

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can i get ur number

                ❝ 1.❞

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tim voice while lookin at dat booty: hmm...

                ❝ If you would like to obtain stronger quadriceps, I recommend doing three sets of fifteen on the leg press. My own results have been satisfactory.❞

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Oh, so you HAVE worn them before? I'd have paid to see that.

                ❝ Why?❞

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I think you'd look good in booty shorts, Waka.

                ❝ On the contrary, I have never understood that trend. I find that booty shorts hitch up as I run. It’s uncomfortable.❞

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' ushijima-senpai. ' he bows. not because it's polite, but rather it's too difficult to look at the person he's let down. ' i'm sorry. '

This is a small mercy. Wakatoshi doesn’t want to look. But the order of the world has been reversed, and his eyes remain locked onto Shirabu’s form. He wonders if the bow is necessary in situations like these, where promises are broken (so many gestures he has misplaced, then), or if it is necessary because this is Shirabu. Just as Wakatoshi draws inward, compacts his mistakes and finds the rationale. 

They lost, that is all. The last play is still imprinted in Wakatoshi’s back. In class, on the bus, when he falls asleep, he remembers. Nothing else is sure. The blame lies somewhere between this, ineffable. 

And Wakatoshi also remembers summer nights spent with mosquito bites and too-few sheets; the crickets laughing as he strains his eyes to find where Satori has decided to hide this time. He calculates that he has spent the majority of six years with this team, and most of this year with Shirabu. Because of this, there is no other answer. If there is an answer at all. If these apologies–his own, Shirabu’s, the rest of the team’s–are questions. 

Is it worth it? 

He curls a hand through Shirabu’s hair, keeping the distance of a person between them. He has a feeling that it is fitting. 

                ❝ I’m proud of you.❞

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This was beyond awkward for her, seeing as the two of them barely spoke to one another, but thankfully they knew each other enough that she wouldn't feel silly giving him a bag of homemade chocolates. Hitoka held out the pink bag before bowing her head slightly, a slight pink dusting her cheeks. "H-Happy Valentines Day!"

                “You too.” As he places the chocolates into his book bag, his hand brushes against an unopened box of cookies he’d received earlier today. But on second thought, it’s better to give a late present than to be insensitive. Maybe Wakatoshi will send Yachi something for White Day. 

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let it be known that oikawa tooru is an Absolute Valentine’s Day Fiend. armed with a basket ( yes, a basket ) of roses and a wide grin, the setter hands out flowers to every person he makes eye contact with. after all, everyone deserves a little happiness on valentine’s day. ❛ happy valentine’s day! ❜

                “Thank you for the rose. Is it alright if I did not get you a present?” 

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Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.

                “I’ve made you cry before, haven’t I?” It’s strange how he doesn’t know for sure. Or rather, maybe he does, but he wants to hear a confirmation of sorts. 

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Do you know what I did last night? I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you.

                They say the universe is expanding. Each of the galaxies, stars, and planets are moving further and further away from each other everyday. Sometimes, on clear nights, looking up at the sky in Miyagi makes Wakatoshi feel like he is flying. It’s odd that he feels the same sensation now, at noon. It’s not unpleasant. 

                “There are a lot of stars.”