“no,” kageyama smiles, head shaking gently, “because you were always destined to be better.”
“no,” kageyama smiles, head shaking gently, “because you were always destined to be better.”
before they step into the arena, kageyama glances down next to him, his hand drifting to pluck at hinata’s japan-red jersey, rubbing the fabric gently in his fingers.
“you know, I always thought number ten suited you.”
“why?” hinata looks up at him. “because of the little giant?”
The first time Akaashi meets the Bokuto sisters is towards the end of his first year in high school. He is immediately in awe of how they interact with their brother. They can keep up with his antics, but know when to calm him down. +
The first time Akaashi meets the Bokuto sisters is towards the end of his first year in high school. He is immediately in awe of how they interact with their brother. They can keep up with his antics, but know when to calm him down. +
it became sort of a routine when the weather got nicer: bokuto and akaashi would wake up early on saturday mornings and go take a walk at the local park.
it’s a nice way to unwind after a long week—enjoying each other’s company and the fresh spring air.
it became sort of a routine when the weather got nicer: bokuto and akaashi would wake up early on saturday mornings and go take a walk at the local park.
it’s a nice way to unwind after a long week—enjoying each other’s company and the fresh spring air.
"Bro. You have to chill. You're gonna wear holes through your shoes pacing like that."
With great effort, Koutarou stills his feet. But it doesn't make him feel more chill at /all./ The anxious anticipation just channels down into his hands instead. +
"Bro. You have to chill. You're gonna wear holes through your shoes pacing like that."
With great effort, Koutarou stills his feet. But it doesn't make him feel more chill at /all./ The anxious anticipation just channels down into his hands instead. +