[ oh, oof, shoyo's grin goes a little lopsided, but his grip on the body sharing his space doesn't; fingers swiftly glide through loose strands at the back of lazarus' head. it's not as if shoyo didn't see so much flirting happening, and whatnot. ]
Maybe a few times? In high school? [ the volleyball club's manager, kiyoko shimizu, had once made him want to burst with fluster. she was deathly pretty, obviously, everyone would say that— ] But I hadn't figured out guys, and girls would never look at me, 'cuz I was real short— Someone asked why a grade-schooler was on the bleachers once . . .
[ a small raise of his shoulder then, in a weak-half shrug that doesn't seem too bothered by it today. he's put on a few more inches and he has a sick jump. oh, but he could acknowledge how much it stung back then, for his own self-esteem. the background noise of their comfy bed snuggle sums up at a coach's whistle, to which shoyo lifts his head just enough to regard the projected screen against the wall.
karasuno's #10 was up, front and center. his name was tenma udai. ]
After I hit a real spike for the first time . . . That's all I ever really thought about. [ volleyball, volleyball— and volleyball. he points at the screen: ] This started everything.
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Maybe a few times? In high school? [ the volleyball club's manager, kiyoko shimizu, had once made him want to burst with fluster. she was deathly pretty, obviously, everyone would say that— ] But I hadn't figured out guys, and girls would never look at me, 'cuz I was real short— Someone asked why a grade-schooler was on the bleachers once . . .
[ a small raise of his shoulder then, in a weak-half shrug that doesn't seem too bothered by it today. he's put on a few more inches and he has a sick jump. oh, but he could acknowledge how much it stung back then, for his own self-esteem. the background noise of their comfy bed snuggle sums up at a coach's whistle, to which shoyo lifts his head just enough to regard the projected screen against the wall.
karasuno's #10 was up, front and center. his name was tenma udai. ]
After I hit a real spike for the first time . . . That's all I ever really thought about. [ volleyball, volleyball— and volleyball. he points at the screen: ] This started everything.