#so despite the caption i did not “just do a whiteboard'” this is from like 5 months ago

[to-skit-or-not-to-skit]

just did a whiteboard

[thewoodbinewitch]

I'm thinkin bout old people again, and how working in an assisted living/ dementia home opened my eyes to so much going on in aging. How their disabilities aren't being met in a place meant to meet disabilities. How the workers are overworked so they're napping behind the desk rather than spending time with their residents. How their drive to do fulfilling things persists despite the system treating them uniformly. How one activity person is definitely not enough.

The deaf woman didn't have tv captions or an aide she just sat and colored and was communicated to via whiteboard. She was a musician who raised a large family of musicians. When we made cupcakes she had an expert hand since she raised her seven brothers and sisters in addition to her seven kids. She used to sneak out to dance with boys when she was young.

The 80 year old lady from Sri Lanka didn't think she was going to live this long. She wanted to go home to die. She felt trapped in this prison and would act out to get visits from her family. She loved playing word games and Bingo and always helped clean up after each activity. She walked around like a teacher, hands behind her back, observing the people. She liked to take her food, which she hated to eat, and try to feed the squirrels. Her favorite song was que sera sera. There's nothing like a room of people with dementia all singing que sera sera.

The British ballet teacher always wanted to go out and was best friends with the deaf lady. The Vietnamese pharmacist insisted on wearing every hat she could find and had a gallery wall of her own art. The residential school survivor loved to kiss her puppy toy and would have him sit in other people's laps when they were sad. The 100 year old Black woman would tell me about her church and tell me the ladies who dressed her every morning needed Jesus. The divorcee who loved puffins would pray with me to end the suffering of her family who obviously were suffering which is why they never visited.

The disabled-all-her-life clown was so proud of her husband's awards at Disney and gave me insider performance secrets. She always wished me luck on theatre. So did the veteran lighting designer who did the lights for all the exhibits at the local science and industry museum for 40 years. He's mentioned in my design textbook.

These are people I knew. Some of them I saw die. And it makes you think about how we will one day, chance willing, grow old, become disabled, and die. We gotta be prepared for it because the system itself sucks. Half these quirks were things to be solved because there's only so much chaos a facility can handle and because the system penalizes "problem" behavior

TLDR old people are important to get to know because they're fascinating and wonderful and also terrifying because one day that will be you and you've got to prepare for it

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Everything and Nothing

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Pairings: Eventual LAMP, Demus

Warnings: Food mention, spacing out, loss of ability to read, mild negative self talk, guilt, mentions of a bully, mentions of intentional misgendering, cursing

Word Count: 1,214

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Logan was trying to read. He really was, usually, he was very good at reading and chose to do it recreationally. He could focus on the words and tune out the clutter that was the rest of the world. The book would take him to a place where his parents were proud of him, where he could sit still for longer than a minute, where Virgil was comfortable and Patton talked about his feelings. But not today. 

He was stuck. The sentence just didn���t make sense, there was no way to explain it without sounding like a complete lunatic, but Logan had temporarily lost the ability to read. ‘Not the best thing to happen in the middle of AP English’ Logan thought with a sigh, bouncing his leg at a ridiculously fast pace.

With nothing better to do Logan looked around the classroom. The week's homework was up on the whiteboard. Frankenstein’s monster, the book they were reading, was written in lovely cursive (which Logan also couldn’t read) at the top. Closer to Logan, Patton sat reading. They had worked so hard to get into this class, and Logan was very proud of them. 

School didn’t come easily to Patton, the way it did to Logan. But they were one of the smartest people Logan knew. They were invariably there for their friends, they knew what to say when Virgil was having an anxiety attack and knew what to do when Logan was overstimulated or having a meltdown. They understood emotions like Logan understood math. Logan would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit jealous. 

Logan was so zoned out he didn’t even realize that Mr. Flores had moved to stand next to his desk until the teacher spoke. 

“Hey, Logan'' the man whispered with a smile, “are you alright?” Logan looked up at him, “um, I’m having a bit of trouble reading right now, it's ok though I can just read this chapter for homework as well.” he replied with an awkward smile. “Oh don’t worry kid, I know what that's like, give me a second '' after a moment Mr. Flores returned with a small box and headphones. “Here, you can listen to the book and do the assignment at the same time instead of reading” Logan took it with wide eyes, “You know how to work these things?” Mr. Flores asked, “Uh yeah, thank you!” the young boy said, quickly sliding on the headphones. 

Patton looked back at him and smiled their angelic smile. Logan involuntarily smiled back and began working on the assignment. 

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By the time the class was over Logan’s head had cleared considerably. Patton, of course, had checked on him as soon as they had a moment. Logan was quick to reassure them that he was fine. Both of them thanked any god that may be up there for Mr. Flores. Knowing that without proper action Logan’s light zoning out could quickly turn into a dissociation episode. 

Patton was kicking themselves for not noticing sooner. And Logan was feeling like a burden. Neither enjoyed their next two classes. 

When lunch period rolled around the glasses gays were hoping that the day may improve for them. Roman had been joining the group during lunch break, and though she and Virgil weren’t yet quite as friendly as the others were, it was always nice to see him. 

Logan walked through the crowded lunchroom. He let muscle memory take over as he sidestepped the popular cliques, slipping into a chair at their usual table next to Virgil.  Bumping knees with the boy to alert him of Logan’s presence without scaring him. 

Virgil didn’t even look up, handing Logan an earbud for the BuzzFeed Unsolved video he was watching. Logan happily accepted scooting closer to the angsty teen. 

They were quite the pair. Most of the school was used to the odd friend group. But in many situations, it is not common to see a boy with purple emo bangs, baggy clothes, and heavy black makeup sitting shoulder to shoulder with an uptight nerd who wore ties to school. 

But it gets even odder, as the fluffy, happy, sunshine child slides next to the emo reaching over to turn on the close captions. Along with them, one of the two new kids, the one who wore a red trench coat to school, watched over their shoulders. 

Despite their oddness, they were important parts of the school’s hierarchy. Patton was the head of the cheer-leading squad and had turned the naturally misogynistic club into a safe space of sorts. Logan was the head of the debate team, this was a very popular club to watch after school. Because he would become very passionate about even the smallest subjects, and when the subjects weren’t small he was known to become violent. Which was entertaining, to say the least. Virgil was less involved than the other two, opting for running the small art program. He volunteered during his study hall and after school some days, helping the art teacher. 

The new kid had very quickly established herself as an immense theater nerd and had won the heart of the chemistry teacher who ran the theater program, Mr. Sanders. The cast and crew had also quickly accepted Roman as a part of the team. 

But despite the friends that the four had outside of their group, they opted for each other. If you asked Patton, they would say that it was because they were “bestest friends”, Logan would go on a rant about how they balanced each other out well, Roman would say that it was destiny that brought them together, and Virgil would mumble something about how queers always found each other. 

Of course, not everyone liked this, and there were people that even Patton would punch in the face if given the chance. 

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The video came to a dramatic end and Virgil let his head fall against Logan’s shoulder. Roman and Patton were teasing each other about something while eating their lunches. He could tell from the look in Logan and Pat’s eyes that it had been a tiring morning for the two of them. It had been a rough morning for him as well. 

The bitchiest bitch of them all, Greg had been in both his Math and history class this year. How he got into AP math, Virgil will never know. He was a bigoted fuck and as dumb as a rock. Those two things, unsurprisingly, often went hand in hand.

He had a lovely habit of misgendering Patton and Virgil. It was difficult for Virgil to see his best friend bullied like that and was tempted to tell someone. But for the most part, he just physically and verbally harassed Virgil. Hopefully drawing attention from the others. 

If L and Ro ever found out about Greg there would, without a doubt be bloodshed. The two of them could get in trouble, or hurt, or killed, and it would be all Virgil's fault. So he kept quiet about it. He had to. 

Logan gently wrapped an arm around Virgil pulling him back down to earth. “Are you alright Verge?” he muttered. Virgil just nodded burying his face further into Logan’s chest. He felt Lo hum in response, continuing his lunch one-handed. 

[ladyc0312]

A Jikook Guide to RunBTS: 81-90

Jikook really seem to be feeling some kind of way in a lot of these episodes. Meanwhile, the Run editors (or whoever writes the on-screen text) are getting increasingly sassy and I am here for it! 

As usual, let me know if I’ve missed anything or should take another look at something. :)

Ep 81 “BTS VR Part 1" (Ep: 2 / KM: 3)

The ones where we are again reminded that watching people play arcade games doesn't make for the best TV (but at least the guys are having fun!)

2:49 - JM puts his arm around JK as teams are announced.

4:20 - When JM is joking around about being on a VR train, he directs his silliness at JK and they are the only two laughing.

4:54 - JK puts his hands on JM's back to guide him to the next room.

5:00 - JK says that Jimin loves things like this.

6:37 - JM directs his comment that he feels motion sick to JK. JK laughs and says it'll be fun.

7:50 - Jimin laughs delightedly as he watches JK act like he's controlling the skateboard in the VR.

16:23,17:07 - Some teleporting happens where JK and JM go from being on either side of RM to being right next to each other. 

17:55 - JM playfully shoves JK as he does a celebratory dance in the background.

19:56 - JM compliments JK's stable driving.

21:55 - After JM brags that he'll win everything, JK shoves his chest and they have a brief exchange with each other that is unsubtitled. 

28:51 - JM has his arm around JK again.

BEHIND

0:29 - JK puts his arm around JM (over V's arm).

3:08 - Jimin watches and jokes with JK as JK pretends he's controlling the VR experience that he's doing.

8:39 - JK and JM are joking around with each other until Hobi interrupts them to tell Jimin to get out of Suga's gamespace. 

Ep 82 "BTS VR Part 2" (Ep: 3 / KM: 3)

4:35 - Suga tries to get Jimin in on a plan to shove JK while he's doing the VR tower game, but JM declines, saying it wouldn't scare JK, anyway. He seems to be correct, as JK immediately starts playing around and JM ends up on the floor laughing at his antics.

7:59 - When Jimin is playing around with his height in the game, JK informs us that JM wants to be taller. 

13:53 - JM compliments how well JK is doing in the game 

19:44 - JK comes and leans over JM's shoulder to look at his controller.

20:59 - JK had moved away after V joined them, but returns to JM's shoulder once it's free again.

26:11 - JK has his arms around both V and JM when it's announced that they won.

BEHIND 

2:37 -  After JK says he's not good at the type of game coming up, JM briefly touches his back (in what I read as a comforting gesture, but I'm trying to to go overboard on editorializing...)

Ep 83 "Summer Outing Part 1" (Ep: 3, KM: 2)

The water park one where everyone is terrible at pool volleyball 

01:34 - Jimin directs his unheard query about the game they're playing to JK and then keeps looking in his direction despite JK not giving any answers.

2:12 - It's kind of adorable how funny JK finds Jimin's crow imitation.

2:33 - JM keeps his eye on JK when they're doing a hand flip game to decide teams and seems to be poised to change his answer depending on JK's.

12:04 - After hitting a good shot over the net, JK asks someone "did you see that?" Next time the camera returns to them, JM seems to have swum over to JK to congratulate him (to be fair to Jimin, JK did look really hot doing it with wet hair).

16:12 - JK and JM high five after working together to get the ball back over the net.

BEHIND 0:26 - Hobi tells JK that he has an extra earring - pointing to a large hoop earring JK has hanging off one of his hoops - and tells him to remove it because he doesn't like it. JK says, "but I like it."  Pointing this out because I've seen some jikookers speculate that JK is wearing one of JM's (as we see him do in Festa 2020). I think that's really cute, but I'm not sure it's accurate, as in Part 3 we see that JM has put all his earrings back in after all the water activities and JK still has the "extra" one.  But don’t worry... there’s some undeniable jewelry-sharing coming up later!

03:15 - JM and JK paddle around adorably together. The caption labels them "Puppykitty and Kookbunny" <3

34:44 - JM and JK, the only two who appear to be truly invested in the outcome of this game, strategize together.

5:15 - JK and JM cutely exchange the ball while paddling.

10:10 - JM and JK joke with each other about how fast the boat was. When JK says, "he didn't listen to me" (which is already a very BF statement), he uses banmal. 

11:42 - JK offers JM some food and then watches as JM lenas his head all the way back to eat the (phallic) food.

Ep. 84 "Summer Outing Part 2" (Ep: 3, KM: 2)

The water park one where JK is so much better than the others that they have to change the game so it’s JK vs everyone else

2:29 - JM seems to being trying to hold up JK on his back? No clue what they're aiming for, but both seem to be enjoying it. 

10:09 - When JK returns from his turn on the water slide, JM puts his towel around his neck.

BEHIND 0:28 - JM supports JK as he tries to fish a shoe out of the water

0:44 - JM watches JK do pushups and makes a joke about how the whole dock is going to sink because he's so heavy (meaning muscular, not fat). JM moves closer to him and the camera cuts off. 

5:41 - JK and JM lean in close to watch a replay of JM's jump and JK lightly makes fun of him. 

Ep 85 "Summer Outing Part 3" (Ep: 4 / KM: 2)

The water park one where everyone except JM and JH are terrible at giving gifts 

1:35 - JM proposes that, if JK wins the game, they call him "hyung" the rest of the day. JK looks surprised, but into it. 

16:52 - JM asks JK for one bite of ramyeon. JK gives him a bunch in his bowl and says "this is how much I care about you."

32:40 - This is the true jewelry sharing moment of these episodes! We see that, through dinner, JK had on two silver chain bracelets. After dinner (where they all drank and goofed around), one is missing. Jimin has on long sleeves, but here you can see up them as he's opening his present and, sure enough, JM is wearing JK's missing bracelet! I think it's made even more interesting by the fact that it seems like he was trying to not make it obvious he was wearing it - he had it pushed pretty high up his arm and covered by his sleeve - you really wouldn't notice it unless you were looking for it...

Ep 86 "Hangul Day Special Part 1" (Ep: 2 / KM: 0.5)

The ones where you have no hope of playing along, so just enjoy that the guys are incapable of not saying the word "okay" despite promising not to use any English all episode...

^^^ Not jikook-related, could I couldn't not include this screenshot of the drawing JK left behind on his whiteboard 

No moments in the episode itself. 

BEHIND 0:31 - JM writes something on his whiteboard that I can't make out and then he and JK exchange funny faces  

Ep 87 "Hangul Day Special Part 2" (Ep: 3 / KM: 1)

1:47 - JK puts his arm around JM's shoulders as he leans over him to see the map

BEHIND 0:42 - JK starts to hold JM's hand before doing the slate and then they joke around with each other

1:03 - Closer and longer shot of the above moment

Ep 88 "Hangul Day Special Part 3" (Ep: 3 / KM: 0.5)

No moments within the episode. 

Ep 89 "BTS Gayo Returns Part 1" (Ep: 5 / KM: 4)

The ones where BTS has fun playing games that have to do with their music. It may not sound like much, but this is the show at its best.    6:28 - Jimin makes up a rule that JK has to draw an extra card because he forgot the choreo. It doesn't sound like much from the description, but Jimin's tone and smile make it feel rather flirty.

7:00 - It takes JK until here to realize that Jimin doing the above skipped his turn. When he expresses this, JM gives him a finger heart.

9:20 - Jimin tries to convince JK not to switch the card color using the look and low voice he did back in the New Years episode. No luck.

26:54 - When Jimin is supposed to be acting out song lyrics, he barely starts acting before JK guess the lyrics correctly, causing the others to ask if it's telepathy. They're both super excited and hug adorably until JHope starts pulling on JM's arm to get them to cool it. Then, Jimin heads back to his chair and is laughing so hard he falls out of it. A concerned JK comes over to check on him and ends up falling on top of him. They're both still laughing as JK helps JM up.

BEHIND 6:04 - Jimin finds JK's shouting so funny he is on the floor laughing, which makes JK crack up too as the rest of the group looks on confused. JHope eventually cuts it off by seating Jimin next to JK.

7:03 - Another angle on the falling over moment.

8:08 - Between-set-ups moment where JK and JM discuss the "telepathy" moment and JM tells JK "you're awesome."

Ep 90 "BTS Gayo Returns Part 2" (Ep: 5 / KM: 3)

3:54 - When JK misses hearing what the right answer is, he looks right to Jimin to tell him.

7:20 - After JK gets super excited after what turns out to be a wrong answer from RM, Jimin teases him and does the flirty chest tap thing.

18:07 - JM and JK jokingly dance part of the Fake Love choreo around each other, with Jimin adding in tapping JK's chest.

25:33 - When they all rearrange their chairs, JK moves his close to JM. 

31:40 - When they're talking about memorable moments from this two-parter, JM brings up JK guessing the answer just from looking in his eyes 

BEHIND 5:04 - JK keeps watching JM dancing after the others have all stopped.

[realcube]

the heart || kei tsukishima x reader

 summary: modern au! you and tsukishima are supposed to dissect a lamb heart in biology but it doesn’t go to plan

tw// cussing, the dissection of a lamb heart, blood, biology 🤢

my excuse: this is based on a true story and i wrote it at like 3am - read at your own expense. this is probably the worst piece i’ve every written.

“Geez, why are you complaining? You literally just play Cool Maths Games during every period of Biology and now that we actually have to do something you become a whiny bitch.” Tsukishima clicked his tongue, slipping his phone back into his pocket while adjusting his headphones so they hung around his neck, rather than having to take them off because they were apart of his look at this point.

You tossed your head back upon hearing the news that you’d actually have to do something in class for a change, “Exactly! Biology is supposed to be the one class where I am not bombarded with work. Just last period, I drew at least fifty stupid fucking graphs! For what? To find x? To hell with your x !” You cried, running a hand through your hair to make sure you didn’t mess it up because you spent way too long straightening it this morning for a swift movement of your neck to mess it all up. 

Tsukishima sighed, hesitantly rubbing your back as you genuinely seemed quite stressed, “It’ll be fine, and it’s not like we’re learning anything new. We have already studied the heart, I think it was last year; we’re only doing the experiment now because we couldn’t to do it last year for some reason.” Tsukishima mumbled, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he noticed that he was doing a decent job of reassuring you as your hair was no long standing on its ends. 

“Plus,” He said, flicking his pencil with his fingers, “This’ll be cool! The heart is quite an interesting organ, it’ll be fun to actually get hands-on and see the chambers and valves up close, don’t you think?” He added, seeming a bit too enthusiastic about dissecting a lamb heart - it was kinda creepy.

After you finished loudly judging him, you pulled out your phone from your pocket and absently went to snapchat, to send your streaks. “Yeah, whatever. Get in ‘ere with me Tsukishima, will you?” It was hardly a request as before he even had time to process what you had just asked him, you had taken a selfie of you and him with the indie filter, wrote ‘streaks’ on it and sent it to your whole best friend’s list. 

It took him a moment to react to what you just did but when he noticed you typing away to your friend, he let out a breathy sigh. Usually, he’d be fuming by your action but he had to admit, he looked pretty good in that picture - especially because he barely had any nice candid photos of himself. “Send that to me - but without the stupid caption.” Was all he could be bothered to utter.

You hummed in agreement, “Will do.” You replied, immediately finding the photo in your saved pictures and scrolling down your friends list until you found Tsukishima; he wasn’t too low down since you recently asked him for the answers to the Maths homework - he said no, of course, but it was worth a shot.

“I’m feeling kinda bummed so y’know what I am gonna do?” You spoke and without giving Tsukishima a moment to respond, you answered your own question. “Check your Snapchat username, it always makes him laugh.”

Tsukishima’s blood ran cold and his eyes widened at the mention of his username on Snapchat, “(Y/N). Do not--”

“Dinoguykei!” You exclaimed rather loudly, tears of joy pricking at the corners of your eyes as you cackled upon repeating his username to yourself - absolute gold.

“I was, like, 11 when I made it! Give me a break.” He spat, sticking out his bottom lip momentarily before pulling his headphones back over his head to clasp his ears so he no longer had to listen to your ‘annoying-ass laugh’, as he called it. There was clearly no music playing from his headphones and he acted as if he couldn’t hear you when he had them on despite the fact that they were clearly not noise-cancelling - this was a move he pulled often which you liked to call ‘blocking out the a haters’ as he would do that exact thing whenever you said something to displease him..

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, flicking his fake-ass SOMY headphones but since they were made of wurtzite boron nitride or something like that, they hit you right back, resulting in your hissing and quickly pulling your hand away. “Do you think that your crusty, dollar store headphones can prevent my noise from reaching your ears? I think the fuck not.” 

“I-”

“If you want me to buy you new ones, just ask. How much were they? Or are they hend-me-downs?” You inquired without missing a beat, it wasn’t often that you managed to tease Tsukishima which such flow consecutively so you were obviously going to make to most of this opportunity while you had it.

“They are from the dollar store but I didn’t buy them.” Tsukishima mumbled but loud enough for you to hear, he lowered his head and desperately tried to resist the sly grin which tugged at the corners of his lips as all the memories came flooding back to him. “You were there, weren’t you?” 

“No.” You replied simply but immediately realising what Tsukishima was talking about and leaning in closer to him, “Is Tsukki a criminal?” You sung while wiggling your eyebrow playfully at him. 

Tsukishima scoffed, once again lowering his headphones from his ears back down to his neck. “As if you aren’t, with all the stuff you stole from the supermarket.” He hissed while trying not to laugh as he recalled the time you tried to sneak out passed security by shoving food under your shirt so you looked pregnant - and they fucking fell for it! Or  maybe they were just too lazy to bother calling you out, either way you got away with it though. “And this is what you said before bolting out of Forever21 with sunglasses in your bra - verbatim: ‘If it is a chain, it’s free rein.’.” 

You wiped an imaginary tear from your eye as you heard those words leave Tsukishima’s mouth, “Beautiful-” You mused, about to go on to tell him about the other economic benefits of stealing from large corporations until he cut you off to correct you as always.

“So, you were wrong. These headphones were not a dollar, they were free.” 

Of course, Tsukishima never talks to you without the intend of either insulting you or proving your wrong in some way/argue with you. So why would this be any exception?

“Anyway,” Tsukishima began, his gaze shifting around the room rapidly in search of the biology teacher, “Where is that bitch? I’m ready to dissect the fuck out of that lamb heart if he just gets his ass over here immediately. He always does this.” Tsukishima huffed as this was far from the first time he had been let down by the biology teacher, as well as all of his classmates.

In fact, the whole class had basically mutually agreed that the biology teacher was shit as almost everyone in the class was failing due to his horrible teaching - or lack there of. Tsukishima was the only one passing because he had a tutor but he was still averaging 60% - a C - which was way too low for his liking. 

Also, the biology teacher had a habit of making false promises - for instance, there was that one time he said the class could use whiteboards to create model cells so he rushed out the room to ‘go get the whiteboards’ and didn’t come back. Instead of getting the whiteboards, there was a rumour going around the school that - with the assistance a foreign language teacher - he conducted a different kind of biological experiment in the janitor’s cupboard. 

Be that as it may, all my homies hated the biology teacher..until today, when he actually pulled through with the goods.

He came marching into the class holding a pale bag filled with a dark, red substance and quickly placed it on his desk. “Right, troops. Get yourself a partner, come ‘ere and grab a lamb heart then remove the tricuspid valve for me, will ya?” He panted, rubbing his forehead and bringing attention to his bright red face. He was seemingly out of breath yet nobody has ever seen him run before; was he that tired from walking to the storage cupboard and back?

“Sir, do we dissect it with out hands or?”

The teacher shrugged, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder before rushing out of the room. “I don’t know, sure? Or maybe use a spatula or something. Right, BRB, guys.” Just like that, he was gone. Probably to go rail Tsukishima’ foreign language teacher in the privacy of his own home or something. ‘Ew.’ Tsukki shuddered at the thought. 

“I’ll go get us a heart.” He said, getting up from his chair and about to make his way over to the teacher’s desk until you giggled, asking, “Who said I wanted to partner up with you?” 

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, checking the time on his phone and spoke without averting his gaze from the path in front of him, “You’ve not got much of a choice.” With that, he slinked off to the front of the class to grab a heart and hopefully a spatula too. 

Your mouth was left agape at his comment, mostly because you were unable to decipher what he meant by that; curse his naturally sarcastic-sounding tone! Perhaps that was his way of trying to hit on you by saying he wouldn’t allow you to partner up with anybody else - or it could be a jab at the fact everyone in this class hates you for one reason or another.

“Some knob took the last spatula so I guess you’re using your hands.” He grumbled, dumping the heart which was packed in a thin, clear plastic bag onto your desk. Crossing his arms over his chest before sitting back down at his own table, pulling out his phone and about to start playing some music until you realised what he was trying to do and instinctively flicked his arm.

“What?” He hissed, jerking his head around to shoot you a deadly glare. You stuck your bottom lip out to form a pout but then you remembered that he finds your pouty face funny and right now you were trying to be intimidating so you quickly switched to a scowl. “You’re the one who wanted to dissect the stupid thing, you do it!” You roared, slamming the lamb heart onto his desk then leaned back in your chair, folding you arms over your chest in a bad-tempered manor.

Tsukishima’s expression softened slightly as he looked over, doing his best to stifle a chuckle at how silly you looked with a scowl on your face - like grumpy cat, in a way. “Why are you so mad?” He asked monotonously, shifting his gaze onto the heart on his desk, hesitantly reaching out to unzip the plastic bag which it was packed inside. 

You shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip as you looked down at your hands, shocked at how white your knuckles had become from holding a fist for so long. “My bad, Tsukki.” You said in a low voice, embarrassed at how his simple actions had pissed you off so much. “I guess I am just kinda frustrated with this whole class - mostly the teacher. I mean, we’re literally all doing horribly and instead of helping he just gives us a fucking lamb heart to dissect like what good does that--”

Suddenly, you felt something cold and slimy splat against your elbow, leading to a small gasp escaping your mouth as you instinctively whipped your head over to see what it was - however, as soon as you laid your eyes on it, you wished that you hadn’t. 

A high-pitched shriek left your mouth, immediately gaining the attention of almost the whole class but once the turned heads realised how uneventful the situation actually was, they went back to what they were doing prior to your scream. 

Tsukishima winced slightly in reaction to the shrill sound that left your mouth - “Oh, shut up.” He snapped, rolling his eyes at your - in his opinion - melodramatic reaction. “It’s just a bit of lamb heart; here, I’ll get it off for you.”

As soon as you realised what you had just done and the reaction it had evoked, you slapped your spare hand over your mouth but without averting your gaze from the god-forsaken piece of meat which clung committedly to your forearm. “Tsukki.” You tried to sound angry but the fear was still clear in your voice, “Why would you do that?” Although you hadn’t seen him do the deed, you were almost 100% this was the work of him flicking the wretched lamb muscle onto your arm - this theory was reinforced by the fact the plastic bag was lying wide open on his desk.

Tsukishima laughed, leaning over to pick the bit of heart off of your arm then proceeded to flick it away to some other poor soul’s desk. “There we go. Happy now?” 

You growled - something your friend had taught you to do whenever you were mad - shooting daggers at the lanky megane sitting in front of you while he wore a sly grin which just made you want to punch him right on the nose. “What the fuck was that for?” You snarled, “You know how much I hate blood.”

Tsukishima wheezed, he genuinely couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not, “Then what are you doing in a biology class?” His question was barely audible through his gasps for as well as the sound of him slapping him knee.

You clicked your tongue, wiping the excess lamb juice off of your arm, “Joking.” You droned, turning to eye the heart on his desk. “Go on, dissect the thing.”

[midnightcrowisabadname]

Fic snippets

While I was recovering from the massive amount of stress that had prevented me from writing I decided to just work on anything, anything that would allow me to write because it was better than nothing. As a result  I have several stories started but no idea if I should actually continue them. :/

So I’ll just post them here and see if anyone actually cares? Briefly edited but still unpolished since they’re drabbles.

Who am I kidding nobody reads these.

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go

Yuuri is a novice cosplayer who runs into his cosplay idol at a convention, forced into actually talking to him by Phichit Yuuri is sure he’s made a fool of himself and the last thing he expects to see is a post by Vinik Cosplay looking for him.

I... I have a lot of cosplay experience. Write what you know, right?

After only a few hours in full cosplay Yuuri was starting to feel uncomfortable; maybe it was the heels, although he couldn’t deny he liked the few inches they added to his height. His red wig was heavy on his head and the fake glasses were perched on his nose in a way that made him feel like he needed to push them up but that’s how they were worn. The same could have been said about the coat that hung somewhere around his elbows, the hidden fasteners keeping it from falling to the floor pulling at his shirt.

Out of the corner of his eye Yuuri caught sight of an uncomfortably familiar face, one that he recognized despite the black, chin-length wig and red contact lenses. With a nervous gulp he took a step back into a corner to escape of his line of sight, he wanted to avoid being seen while dressed as a character from the same series. It didn’t matter who he was cosplaying, he didn’t deserve to be noticed by his idol, the man who’d made him start making costumes in the first place.

He’d been thirteen at the time, still learning about himself and hesitant to make new friends, when he’d found a picture online of a man that looked like a character had come to life. It had been incredible to see how perfect they were as Fai from Tsubasa, from the carefully styled wig to the handmade coat. Upon learning that cosplay was not just a thing that existed, but something he himself could do Yuuri immediately wanted to be a part of this new world.

He’d had to start small of course, as much as he wanted to make a complex costume right off the bat it wouldn’t turn out anything like he wanted it to. Simple shirts, coats, following the pattern and instructions entirely until he got the hang of sewing straight lines and what the markings meant. Yuuri’s first completed costume had been Link and it hadn’t been all that good, the fabric he’d chosen was a lightweight cotton that looked nice on the bolt but for a tunic didn’t work at all. It was a learning process and with each new costume he forced himself to try a technique he’d never used before.

The Fai cosplayer still amazed him, he went by Vinik cosplay and everything about him seemed perfect from his cheekbones to his fingers. Each picture of him was breathtaking, whether he’d donned armor as Fenris from Dragon Age or layers of silk as Mikazuki from Touken Ranbu. Needless to say that the sudden appearance of the man Yuuri had only seen in photos right in front of him was a shock, so when a familiar voice whispered in his ear it was completely normal to jump.

“Shouldn’t you say hello to him?” Phichit had somehow materialized from the shadows despite his flashy clothes and dark purple wig. “You’ll probably see him again at the photoshoot so why not get the formalities over with now?”

“I... I can’t, he intimidates me.” As much as Yuuri idolized the man, the difference in their abilities was too great and the costume he’d spent painstaking hours working on suddenly felt too cheap, too sloppily done. He hadn’t ironed half the seams and he’d probably smudged his eyeliner rubbing at his contact lenses. A memory he’d tried to bury resurfaced, when a picture of him had ended up on a blog of “bad Blue Exorcist cosplays” with the caption referring to him as a “shitty cosplayer in a frumpy costume.” The blog had been deleted later, someone had pretended to join as an admin and deleted it from within, but the embarrassment had never left him.

“Yuuri, as your best friend I’m going to tell you in advance that I have your best interest in mind and that you can yell at me all you want in the hotel room.” Then he was suddenly being dragged towards the two men and he wished he was one of those cosplayers who could actually pretend to be their character. He was just Yuuri, and he was going to make a fool of himself.

-

(Skipped ahead because I wanted to write this part)

“Chriiiiiissss,” Viktor moaned as he stared into the computer screen at his best friend, one cheek pressed to the surface of his desk. “It’s been months and I still can’t find him again, what should I do?”

“Have you considered making one of those missed connections posts? ‘Katsucon 2018, the Black Butler photoshoot. You were the adorable Grell to my Sebastian, here’s a photo of us.’” The man stared back at his friend, a half-smile forming on his face.

“Would that work? I definitely have a picture of us, maybe someone will be able to tell me who he is.”

“Viktor no, I was joking-”

“Too late, already posted one. ‘Anyone know who the Grell was? I’d love to be friends with them.’”

Sleeper Agent

Inspired by the words I’ve had written on a whiteboard next to my bed for the good part of a year. Yuuri has been dreaming of places he’d never been for years, a crowded market square, a beach at dawn, but it’s when he finds himself in a nearly empty office building he’s surprised the next day when he meets the very same silver-haired man he’d talked to in last night’s dream. Apparently astral-projection isn’t welcome in government offices.

The first time it had happened Yuuri had been eight, his mother had tucked him into bed and kissed him on the forehead before checking to make sure his nightlight was on and he had his stuffed dog next to him. He’d closed his eyes, tired from helping his parents all day, and when he’d opened them again he’d been somewhere else entirely; gone were the walls of his bedroom covered in posters, replaced with a cloudless blue sky. He was in what appeared to be some sort of park, flowers and bushes surrounding a building that seemed large enough to be a palace and seeming to be entirely made up of windows. He’d been so fascinated by how the light reflected off the glass that he hadn’t realized he’d actually started walking closer until he noticed a large pond inside with water lilies floating on its surface.

He’d tuned out the conversations of passersby, the allure of the strange building before him capturing his full attention enough that he didn’t register that the people around him weren’t speaking Japanese until someone was standing behind him. The words sounded lyrical, smooth and flowing, but Yuuri didn’t understand any of them and he didn’t realize he was being spoken to until the words were repeated more loudly.

Turning around he saw a boy that looked to be not much older than he was, although his first impression was of a picture he’d seen of a snow spirit. His silver hair hung to the middle of his back and his eyes were wide and blue as they stared into his own brown ones as though expecting him to vanish, one hand reaching out to him. Instinctively Yuuri raised his arms but the boy’s fingers passed through one palm and were withdrawn as though he’d been burned.

More words in that language Yuuri didn’t understand, the boy rubbing his hand in confusion as those blue eyes scanned him up and down. “I don’t understand,” his own voice sounded high-pitched and shaky and there was no way to know if this boy could understand him.

“How did you do that?” The words were in English and Yuuri was barely able to comprehend what he was saying through his accent.

“Do... do what?” He wasn’t fluent in English, had only started learning it within the past few years, and he struggled for the right words in his dazed state. Before he could receive an answer however, he blinked, and he was back in his bed staring at the supposedly glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, the scent of flowers lingering in his nostrils.

-

As Yuuri got older he had more dreams like that first one, dreams where he would suddenly be in an office building after hours or a shopping plaza crowded with people. He could never touch anything in these dreams, and sometimes people could see him whereas other times he was invisible, but the wonder that filled him with each new place he visited faded as the years went by. When he’d been a child and the dreams had been new he would often overhear the other kids at school talking about what they’d dreamt of in passing, the nightmares they’d had or the fantasies of flying. He’d mentioned the things he saw after falling asleep only once, but the response had been enough for him to learn that it wasn’t normal and to never speak of it again.

Once he’d entered college Yuuri stopped dreaming entirely, the stress of balancing the work his classes gave him or staying up late to study for tests making his sleep schedule erratic. It was his fault for trying to cram four years of classes into three but he wanted to finish school early so he could return home with a degree in business and help out his parents in running the inn. It hadn't been necessary to study abroad, but the university had offered a nice scholarship to him that he just couldn't turn down.

Now that he was back home, sleeping in the bed he'd grown up with, the dreams came back and he wandered through area after area for a month before anything out of the ordinary happened. Out of the ordinary was the wrong word, life-changing, earth-shaking, mind-blowing, any of those things could better describe how that one night had affected him. It had seemed normal at the start, no different from what he'd experienced while growing up, an office crowded with filing cabinets and computer desks while being devoid of life. A part of Yuuri recognized it faintly, as though he'd been there before, and he started walking into the next room to see if anything could jog his memory when someone called out to him.

The words were unfamiliar to him, a language he didn't know, but English soon followed and the tone of voice in which the question was asked was hostile.

"How did you get here?" Standing next to a desk with a chair that had fallen over was a tall man with silver hair cut short except for a flop of bangs over his left eye, the uncovered one shining a brilliant blue under a narrowed brow. He wore a black suit, immaculately tailored for his thin but muscular body, a purple tie over his clean, white shirt.

Yuuri wasn't sure how to answer him, he was struck dumb by being addressed in such a manner and by how beautiful the man before him was, too beautiful to be human it seemed. He was saved the immediate trouble of finding a response when the silver-haired man spoke again.

“You shouldn’t be here, this place is off limits to civilians.” With cautious, practiced movements the man took several steps towards Yuuri, hands raised as though he needed to prove that he was unarmed. When they were close enough for Yuuri to pick out strands of what looked like fur on the otherwise immaculate suit one hand snapped out as if to grab hold of his wrist but like every other dream the fingers passed through him.

“You’re not actually here?” The man looked Yuuri up and down once more, eyes widening. “Who sent you here? What are you trying to learn?”

“I don’t-? What-?” Yuuri didn’t understand, he was dreaming right? This was all some crazy dream he’d wake up from in a few minutes, Mari would burst into his room and drag him out of bed so he could help do laundry or whatever chores needed to be done.

“Who are you?” The man’s blue eyes were cold, his beautiful face stiff with irritation or confusion or something similar. Why did he want to know? Why was this dream so different from those he’d had all his life?

“Yuuri, Katsuki Yuuri...” He didn’t know why he told the man at all, but it didn’t matter. This office and the people in it weren’t real so what did it matter what he said?”

“Do you know where you are, Katsuki Yuuri?”

“No, I-” he started to respond but the dream started to fade around the edges, his vision blurring as the office building vanished and was replaced by the inky darkness that always came before he woke. Once he’d returned to his bedroom he saw it was early, the sun barely above the horizon, yet he felt too restless to try falling asleep again.

On his night stand was a journal, the sixth journal he’d owned since he realized that the dreams he had weren’t like everyone else’s, and began writing down what he’d experienced. The pen stopped before he could describe what the man had looked like, the memory of pale skin, silver hair, and blue eyes catching him off guard now that he was conscious. He really had been attractive, it was too bad he wasn’t real.

-

The day passed without much incident, but while Yuuri was restocking the towels for the baths as his parents were preparing to close he was called back to the entrance before he could finish.

“Yuuri, there’s a man here who’d like to see you!” His mother’s voice sounded cheerful as it always did, like she found joy in everything life had to offer, but underneath the cheer was a tinge of concern. She was happy her son was getting visitors, but something about the time of day or whoever it was made her uneasy. He set the stack of towels down on the shelf and left the changing room, locking the door behind him as he made his way to the entrance room.

There was his mother, bustling around as usual with a coat made of thick gray wool as she conversed with... Yuuri felt his heart sink to somewhere around his stomach as his eyes took in the man from last night’s dream, and the man smiled at him before holding out a hand.

“Hello, I’m afraid I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself the last time we met, my name is Viktor Nikiforov and I’d like a word with you in private.”

Steal My Heart

Phantom thief AU. A masked man known only as Silver has been making off with jewelry and artwork despite announcing his target to the police force ahead of time. Rather than continue to let the man continue stealing the police have decided to have someone go undercover so they can find out just who Silver is and what his goals are. To Yuuri’s delight, they choose him.

“My dear detective, if you truly want to capture me you’ll have to try harder than that; I look forward to our next meeting, may it be more rewarding for you than today was.” With a wink the masked man backed away from Yuuri and leapt off the roof, prompting the black-haired man to scan the surrounding buildings for any sign of the stranger. Gone again, gone without any clue to who this mysterious thief was or just why he’d chosen such a strange path.

“Any sign of Silver? Did you spot the target?” A buzz from the earpiece as he continued searching the darkness for a rope, a ladder, anything that might be able to tell him just how the man had managed to escape from them yet again.

“He’s escaped sir, there’s no sign of him or the statue.” It was like every other encounter with this crook, each failed attempt to capture one person who announced his intentions to the world before successfully stealing whatever object had caught his attention that night. When a note written in elegant script had been pinned to the door of an art gallery declaring that an elaborate vase would be liberated from its glass case nobody took it very seriously. Whoever this “Silver” was had to be pulling a prank, people said, there was no way that the vase was going anywhere.

Yuuri doubted anyone would have paid much attention to what had happened if the object holding the note in place had not been a knife, a knife that had been put into evidence lockers after every incident and yet managed to go missing overnight. What reason did this thief have for using the same exact blade for, as the public was starting to refer to them, his calling cards? What reason did he have for anything he did?”

“Detective Katsuki, Celestino would like to see you tomorrow morning in his office, until then you are dismissed. Get some rest, it’s late.” Through the haze of sleep-deprivation clouding his senses Yuuri felt dread start to close in on him. Did someone think that what happened tonight was his fault? Was he going to get fired for not catching V? How could he possibly sleep in a situation like this?

Phichit was still awake when Yuuri trudged into their tiny apartment at half past two in the morning. His laptop was perched precariously on his knees as he somehow managed to watch Netflix, shove leftover Chinese food into his mouth, and browse twitter at the same time. With a muffled noise halfway between a cough and a gasp he managed to gulp down the mouthful of fried rice before grabbing a half-empty bottle of water and draining it. “Yuuri! You’re back! How did things go?”

“Not great Peach, Silver got away again and Celestino wants to see me first thing in the morning,” with a groan Yuuri sank onto the worn futon next to his roommate and stole a dumpling from the bowl of leftovers. “I can’t help but assume I’m going to be fired.”

“You always jump to the worst conclusions, Celestino loves you and he’s essentially said as much so heat up your own dinner, take your meds, and get some sleep.” Phichit jerked his food away from Yuuri’s thieving fingers and scooted as far away from him as he could. “You’ve been obsessed with Silver since he first made the news, and you’re the most dedicated person on the team, but you really need to take better care of yourself. You could carry a month’s worth of groceries in the bags under your eyes.”

-

“Detective Katsuki, thank you for meeting with me.” Celestino was seated at a desk strewn with papers, files on different cases, and snack wrappers. He looked like he hadn’t slept much more than Yuuri did, his long hair was half out of its ponytail and stubble coated his wide face.

“What did you need to talk to me about? Is it about last night?” Yuuri’s hands were clenched inside his pockets, nails digging into his palms to keep them from trembling.

“In a way, yes; it’s about the Silver case. Word has it that you’ve been more dedicated than anyone else on the team, and considering your work ethic I’d like to see if you can do a special job for me.”

“Sir?”

“I need you to go undercover and see if you can find out who Silver is, you’re the person who knows the most about him so you’d have the best chance at success.”

“Undercover? Me? Sir I ran into him last night, he saw me. Wouldn’t he be able to recognize me even if I am undercover?” Yuuri felt sick, his stomach beginning to churn up the remains of last night’s dinner as sweat gathered on the back of his neck. The memory of what had happened on the rooftop was all too fresh in his mind, the way Silver’s face had been so close to his own that he could feel the thief’s breath on his skin.

He’d been stationed on the roof with several cops, having insisted on going to the museum to observe Silver and gather information if they failed in capturing him. Yuuri hadn’t expected to actually come face to face with the man he’d been following for over a year, much less interact with him, and his movements were sluggish as his brain struggled to comprehend the situation. The thief had been dressed in all black: a turtleneck, jeans, gloves, and mask chosen for ease of movement and blending in with the shadows. The only things that stood out on the darkened rooftop were his hair, so light it must have been his namesake, and his gleaming blue eyes from behind the mask.

Silver had initially glanced briefly at him before doing a double take, something about Yuuri grabbing his attention enough for him to pause in his escape. A sly smile crept onto his face, thin lips twisting up as those bright eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re not a cop,” his voice was rich and melodic. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to watch,” fumbling for words that didn’t make him out to be a fool Yuuri stuttered at the man. “I knew you’d be here so I asked the police to let me join them so long as I didn’t interfere.”

“You fancy yourself a detective do you?” A laugh pierced the air as Yuuri realized that the officers that had been stationed with him were nowhere to be seen, had Silver already taken care of them or had they just not noticed what was going on? “My dear ‘detective,’ if you truly want to capture me you’ll have to try harder than that; I look forward to our next meeting, may it be more rewarding for you than today was.”

The thief had vanished after that, leaving Yuuri dazed and horrified that he’d actually spoken with Silver and failed to do more than stammer at him. Some detective, he’d deserved to get fired for such a serious slip in judgement.

“From what the report said you didn’t actually say who you were, in fact it’s completely possible that he took your words to be those of a fan. He knows you were watching him, he knows that you were aware of where he’d be, and he knows the police let you accompany them but that’s all.” Celestino stroked his chin in thought.

“Detective Katsuki, the next time Silver sends one of his calling cards I want you to be there again and we’ll find a way to have you assist him. We want him to take you under his wing so you can learn everything there is to know about who he is and how he operates from the man himself. Then, when you’ve gathered all the information you can, we’ll capture him and you’ll be known as the man who helped bring Silver down.”

Yuuri couldn’t feel his hands anymore, they’d gone numb from how hard he’d been squeezing them, and his stomach was roiling. He was not suited for this type of thing, he’d originally become a detective because he’d wanted to help people and he’d always been good at piecing things together in ways others couldn’t. His skillset did lie in information gathering, it was true, but he’d never thought about going undercover for a case like this; he didn’t like the idea of gaining someone’s trust just to betray it.

“Do you understand what it is I’m asking you to do?”

A sigh escaped his lips as he resigned himself to the task. “Yes sir.”

Welp, I did warn whoever read this. If anyone read this. Nobody reads this stuff I post.

I tried.

[spring-emerald]

Kurodai, delivery :)

Apologies for taking a while to answer this dear anon! I was trying to come up with something different for the word since I got a similar request for another ship. Thankfully there’s already some inspiration! 

I would like to thank @multifandomsfujoshi who sent this and of courseheadcanons ensued. I would like to thank @roronoaxd and @kythen for their notablecontributions. You know what they are. :)

Kuroo waits for therest to settle down on their seats, before he stands up from his own and clearshis throat to get their attention.

“Thank you all, forcoming here today,” he says, meeting the eyes of his fellow former captains andnodding his head perfunctorily at them in greeting; and here being a rented conference room in the university library. “Pleasemake yourselves comfortable, as I’m about to begin my presentation.”

He steps away fromthe table and stands a little to the left side of the whiteboard to giveeveryone else a clear view of the still blank presentation slide beingprojected. He takes a deep breath, and starts speaking again.

“Good afternoon,gentlemen. I’m here to present a pitch about ‘Why Sawamura Daichi,” he pointsat Daichi, who is sitting at the foot of the table, for emphasis, “should dateme’”.

He tips his head atBokuto, who is seated on his right side and has the honor of moving the slidesalong, clicks on a key and the title appears on the screen on top of twopictures. The left one being a full-body aesthetic shot he’d taken as an OOTD,while the other, larger picture, is his high school yearbook photo that has acaption of “Ahh, youth~”

Daichi snorts fromhis seat, while Oikawa, seated on Kuroo’s left side says “This is incrediblydesperate of you, Tetsu-chan,” with a slight shaking of his head. Ushijima andMoniwa, who’re sitting opposite each other, just remained silent, with theformer looking all attentive and serious.

Kuroo gives a pointedlook at Oikawa, before resuming. “Anyway, I will now present the attributesthat I deem necessary for your decision.”

The slide the followsis titled ‘Pros of dating me’ and the first item on the outline says ‘cuddles’.

“First off, cuddles.Multiple reliable sources have said that you’re a creature of physical affectionand that you love cuddles. I’m a creature made for cuddling, so what better wayto spend our free time together by cuddling, right?

“Next,” the nextbullet- ‘sometimes I’m funny’, appears. “Just think of it this way, I made youlaugh, and I get to see how beautiful you are when you laugh. Win-win.

“I’m always kind –I thinkthere’s no need for further explanation on that one. Next please,” the line ‘pets’shows up. “Ahhh, yes. Pets. Contrary to what most people think and believe, Iactually prefer dogs over cats, just like you very much do.”

Bokuto clicks onbefore he even gets a cue from Kuroo, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he readilydiscussed the next bullet point: ‘I’ll let you play with my hair’.

“See, I don’t let alot of people touch my hair –since they don’t always reach it anyway- but ifyou date me, I’ll let you have exclusive rights to mess it up even more than itusually is. And I’ll guarantee that you’ll enjoy it,” he says, sending a wink atDaichi.

“Basically,” hecontinues, as the last bullet: ‘I have GREAT ASSets’ finally shows up. (Moniwa,bless him, chokes on something when the last line appeared. Oikawa on the otherhand, just rolls his eyes.)

“I have a great ass-I mean, a lot of great assets thatyou’ll surely come to love.”

Daichi almost laughsout loud at this, but managed to curb the urge, and instead bites his tongue tohold off even a small smile.

The succeeding slideshows up. “My other, special talents include: can eat a lot, without gettingfat; can sleep again, after just waking up; can cram a project last minutebefore the deadline; and can make a one day allowance last for the whole week.

“Of course, shouldyou agree to date me, I can promise you that I will never…” the motions forBokuto to move to the next slide, while Daichi and Oikawa groan at the sametime, clearly knowing where it is going. And not unexpectedly, the slidecontains the header of ‘Will Never’, followed by two bullet points that says ‘gonnagive you up’ and ‘gonna let you down’, then Bokuto clicks on a key once againand a considerably old picture of a foreign looking guy pinwheel-ed on thescreen.

Bokuto snickers at thejoke, while Ushijima, not completely getting it, just nods earnestly at whatthe slide says. Moniwa, on the other hand lets out a long suffering sigh.

“Lastly, I have includedtestimonials from friends to further convince you.”

The first testimonialcame from Bokuto (who else) who occupied the whole slide with a message thatsays:

“KurooTetsurou? My bro? That’s 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌ere👌👌👌right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯i say so 💯thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯👌👌👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌💯 👌 👀👀 👀 👌👌Good shit”

The next one is acompilation of shorter ones, coming from different people.

“You’rea pain in the ass, Kuroo-san” – Akaashi Keiji

“…Idon’t know you.” – Kozume Kenma

“Getlost.” – Tsukishima Kei

“FwwaaaAAHHHH??!YOU’RE SO COOOOL, KUROO-SAN!! THAT BLOCK WAS SO…GWAAAAH!!!” – Hinata Shouyou

“Dude,you look so hot.” – Random guy in my mirror

“And that ends mypresentation for today. Thank you very much!”

The last slide showsa picture of a baby with a smug face, complete with the word ‘Success’ on thetop right of it.

The silence in theroom was broken when Ushijima slowly claps his hands, very much like how onewould after a good movie, or in their case, a presentation.

“That was a very commendablepresentation, Kuroo-san,” he compliments rather seriously. They cannot tell ifhe’s being sarcastic or not, but Oikawa actually leans forward on the table andgives him a clear ‘Are you kidding me?’ look. “What the…”

He gapes at him for afew more seconds before he closes his mouth with a snap. “Well, whatever.Anyway, you’re done right? Right.” So Oikawa stands up without waiting for anyreply, grabs his bag from the floor and says a quick goodbye to all of them,before he exits the room.

“Ah, Ushijima-kun!”Moniwa exclaims all of a sudden. “We need to meet with our groupmates in a fewminutes. We have to leave now.” Ushijima nods at him, then at Kuroo and Daichi,before he stands up and heaves his bag on his shoulder, while Moniwa does thesame with his backpack.

“Anyway,congratulations, Kuroo. And well, good luck, Sawamura,” Moniwa waves themgoodbye then exits the room, with Ushijima behind him.

“Bokuto-san,” Daichispeaks for the first time. “Could you please leave us for a moment?” Bokutolooks at Kuroo, who only nods at him, then stands up, gets his bag and leavesthe room, not without giving Kuroo a friendly tap on the shoulder.

Kuroo remainsstanding, while Daichi remains seated. He leans forward on the table with hiselbows, folded his hands together and gives Kuroo a serious look that makes himnervous.

“You’ve made somecompelling arguments, and the delivery was good,” Daichi says. Kuroo relaxes alittle, releasing a breath he wasn’t aware he’s holding. “However,” Kuroostiffens again at hearing this. “I’m not entirely convinced. I think I mightneed some…proof of those assets that you’ve mentioned.” Daichi ends his statementwith a smirk.

It takes a while forKuroo to understand what he means, but Daichi could pinpoint the exact momentthat it did, because Kuroo’s eyes widened and the nervous look of it isreplaced with a playful glint despite the light blush on his face.

“Well… I’m sure wecan arrange something.”