[ with one arm scooping a starry eyed chicken and his other hand sliding down to lazarus’ to hold, shōyō begins to forcibly (but still welcoming and gently) guide them further into the little home for few. a strong, firm hand clapping over a thinner one that almost felt shy about being here. picanha goes ignored to his ears, and if the bird could roll her eyes, she would. so excitable, and innocent.
they walk past a kitchen, nearby a massive net of the famous selfie volleyballs, and then shōyō’s room, door open to reveal just a simple bed, a dresser to stick his clothes in and scattered sports balls; on top of the bed is already a neatly folded t-shirt and sweatpants. oikawa’s room was on the other side from where they came, so they didn’t need to worry about that. ]
It doesn’t have to be my problem— but we can still talk about it, if you want? [ not that he wants to pry. it’s more that he wants to give a listening ear. ] You don’t have to answer now. Wanna wash off, first?
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they walk past a kitchen, nearby a massive net of the famous selfie volleyballs, and then shōyō’s room, door open to reveal just a simple bed, a dresser to stick his clothes in and scattered sports balls; on top of the bed is already a neatly folded t-shirt and sweatpants. oikawa’s room was on the other side from where they came, so they didn’t need to worry about that. ]
It doesn’t have to be my problem— but we can still talk about it, if you want? [ not that he wants to pry. it’s more that he wants to give a listening ear. ] You don’t have to answer now. Wanna wash off, first?