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𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 ! 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 ! 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 !

18+ indie &&. private &&. selective HAZBIN HOTEL fallen angel oc

❝ DECLARE THEM GUILTY, O GOD ; LET THEM FALL TO THEIR OWN DEVICES ! ❞

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lucifer .   promise i’m alive lads i’m just waiting for my hyperfixation to go back in the right direction……. work be findin new ways to stress me out every day smh

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(   TALENTBLOOMED   )

“I’m not…trying to be…!” Tooru replies tersely after lifting himself up and away from the bench. He nurses the sore spot with the palm of his hand, wincing as he rubs it. On top of being tired from practice, cleanup, and not being able to see, now his head hurts. This evening is turning out just swell. The telltale sound of light clacking that could only come from handling a pair of glasses has him looking in Matsukawa’s direction once more, squinting brown eyes widening to find his missing glasses in the other’s hand. Matsukawa had them this whole time ! “Mattsun, why would you–!” Tooru starts to accuse but immediately stops when Matsukawa speaks again, his face growing more and more bewildered at the ‘terms’.  “So it’s my fault now ?? So cruel ! Oppression !!” Frowning, he reaches quickly for the glasses, only to grab air and nearly stumble face first into Matsukawa’s chest. His forehead briefly makes contact against the sternum and he jumps back, hand to his forehead. What he doesn’t expect when he looks up is how close their faces are, or the compliment that comes next.

“A-Ah ?” Against his will, his cheeks turn bright red. What did Matsukawa mean by that ? Did he mean to say that Tooru is the nerdy type ? Unless… Without moving away, Tooru slowly puts his glasses back on. He blinks a few times but there’s no change in clarity thanks to their close proximity. He can feel the heat coming off from his own face and he quickly looks away to the side.

“…You know I can’t wear these when we’re playing volleyball. And it’ll be a hassle to keep switching to my contacts…” The setter mumbles, his hand unconsciously moving to adjust the thick frames while keeping his gaze adverted. “But…maybe. Just maybe.”

Matsukawa couldn’t deny that he got a slight kick out of teasing Oikawa .   For all the hell their captain put their team through sometimes , he deserved a little PAYBACK here &&. there to keep him in line .   Besides , his reactions were too good .   The flush that spread across Oikawa’s cheeks brought a subtle smirk to Matsukawa’s face , still holding his ground despite their proximity to one another .

❝      You could just get sports glasses like that guy from Karasuno ,      ❞      he suggested .      ❝      Or are you worried your fans would object ?      ❞

It seemed a silly reason to consider , but Matsukawa knew Oikawa well enough to guess that that might have been the case .   He fretted too much over looks &&. appearances .   Matsukawa had to wonder why that was ; was it really just ATTENTION - SEEKING ?   Or was there some underlying reason for Oikawa’s borderline neurotic behaviour when it came to that sort of thing ?   Given that superficial people were rarely ever only as shallow as they seemed , Matsukawa assumed the latter .

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# 𝐖𝐘𝐊𝐈𝐃  :  ────── ───  .      independent 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐑 from CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA   (   PRIVATE &&. SELECTIVE   )      est.   september // 2022   ,      as written by LUCIFER   .   (   PSD   )

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳   //   𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁

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(   TALENTBLOOMED   )

While initially having gone to Matsukawa to complain, spending one on one time with his teammate is proving to be more useful than just trying to feel better. He hadn’t known about Matsukawa being ambidextrous until now. Just from that piece of information alone, Tooru’s already able to expand the way he can strategize both offensive and defensive plays with Matsukawa. Their next practice is gonna be fun ! Though he’s quiet now, Tooru definitely would’ve whined if he was jostled. He lets out a low hum when Matsukawa is considerate enough to keep the shoulder he’s currently occupying still. “I see. You have a hard time sleeping a lot then ?” He tilts his head up just the slightest to look at the drawing in front of them, wisps of his brown hair brushing against the other’s neck as he does so.

“I think it’s cool, Mattsun. Really cool.” He says and genuinely means it, his voice uncharacteristically soft and without any of its usual teasing or playful inflections. While some may find it bizarre, in Tooru’s opinion, the piece just shows off how creative and unique his friend’s artistic ability is. “But aren’t you worried about, you know…being denied entry at like, the onsen, bath houses, swimming pools, or even the gym if you get it ?”

Matsukawa hummed in confirmation of Oikawa’s question .

❝      I have insomnia .   I didn’t tell you ?      ❞

It must have slipped his mind , which wasn’t surprising .   His inability to sleep wasn’t really something that just came up in conversation , at least not outside of the occasional joke &&. exaggeration about not getting enough sleep .   It didn’t seem all that worth mentioning , if he were being honest .

Oikawa’s hair grazing his neck sent a CASCADE OF CHILLS down his back , but otherwise Matsukawa didn’t react .   His neck was just sensitive , was all .   He wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it if Oikawa were comfortable where he was .

❝      Mm . . .   Not really ,      ❞     he said in response to the question of whether or not he was worried .      ❝      I don’t really go to places like that anyway   ── ─   besides the school gym , of course .   If they made me stop playing because of it . . . it’s not that big a deal , I guess .      ❞

He would be sad to have to stop playing alongside the team he had come to cherish , but , in the end , volleyball wasn’t his LIFE GOAL .   Matsukawa’s aspirations lay elsewhere .   Besides , he could still support his team in other ways even if he weren’t allowed on the court .

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(   TALENTBLOOMED   )

“Heh~ for victory is more like it.” It’s a hunger that never ends. Just one look at the other setter’s face, the fierceness in his eyes, he’s certain it’s the same for Atsumu as well. Tooru nods along to the terms that are laid out, though his eyebrows end up raising at the nickname. So even Hinata’s appointed title for him had gotten to teams as far out as Inarizaki. He really wonders what Hinata tells other players…

“ii yo, no objections from me.” He watches as Atsumu stomps away to grab a ball, so he turns to the net, moving to adjust it back to its normal height from its lowered position. In his head, he runs over the information he garnered the previous night on Inarizaki, and most importantly, on Atsumu. He’s fully aware of how Atsumu got his dual wielding title, and mentally pats himself on the back for doing research before the trip to Hyogo. He’s already discerned the number of steps needed for both serves. Tooru’s train of thought is interrupted by mumbling, and he looks up to see Atsumu returning.

“So ? How do you want to do this ?” He picks up a ball from the basket and gestures to himself and then Atsumu. “I don’t have a coin on me.”

Certainly , if there were one thing Atsumu &&. Oikawa had in common , it was the BURNING AMBITION to be at the very top .   Setter against setter , their skills begged to be put to the test .   Atsumu knew Oikawa to be the brainy , observant type , but he was confident enough in his own abilities to rest assured that , no matter how deeply Oikawa analyzed his techniques , he still wouldn’t be able to match up against the REAL DEAL .

❝      Easy ,      ❞      he stated as he returned to the court , pushing the ball cart in front of him .      ❝      I’ll jus’ let ya go first , eh ?   Like they say   ── ─   age before beauty .      ❞

With a smarmy grin , Atsumu plucked a ball out of the basket &&. tossed it at Oikawa’s chest .

❝      Put some real stink on it , will ya ?   I’ll pummel ya if ya even think ‘bout holdin’ back .      ❞

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lucifer .   forgive the inactivity, i’ve started a new class at work alongside a new schedule so it’s taking me a bit to adjust. hopefully i’ll have some energy back to write by next weekend !! i can’t promise i’ll be able to reply to everything at once though unu

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(   SHIMZUS   )

@fxulplay​​​ :a starter for alisa.  ❜

“   i bought your perfume ,   ”   shimizu says rather immediately , once she’s finally able to place where she knows this person from. she still buys the same magazines she did when she was in high school , but now she browses some that are made for women , too. they advertise make-up and perfume more , since their readers can actually wear them freely without worrying about breaking high school rules.

shimizu also knows that the perfume she purchased is not , in fact , this person’s perfume. she didn’t create the company or release the product—— she’s just the model from the magazine advertisement. but the two are intrinsically linked for shimizu : perfume and a beautiful light-blond model. it might as well be that the model owns the company for shimizu , who really doesn’t keep up with trends enough to know any other brands than the ones in her closet at home.

but she likes the perfume , and she explains as much.   “   it’s nice. and different from what i usually pick.   ”   maybe that’s why it’s a nice change , she wonders.

Alisa blinked , the abrupt statement catching her somewhat off - guard , but once she understood what the girl meant , she couldn’t help but laugh .

❝      Oh yeah , I forgot about that photoshoot !!      ❞      She was actually quite fond of the perfume herself , TRUTH BE TOLD .   She was still getting used to being recognized for this sort of thing , though .      ❝      Did you try the volumizer spray they featured in that same magazine ?   It’s totally worth it .   My hair’s always been a little flat , but that stuff perks it right up !!      ❞

Despite majoring in cosmetology , Alisa rarely had the chance to just talk casually about this sort of thing with anyone .   Some people tended to find her a little too friendly upon first impressions as well , but that only made her more eager to try to befriend anyone she spoke to .   She hoped this time would be a success !!

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(   @pridewon​​   )   WROTE   :

sit.  for (iwaizumi) to encourage (matsukawa) to sit and rest.

For the most part , Matsukawa liked to take things easy .   He was never the type to overexert himself when   ❛   GOOD ENOUGH   ❜   could suffice .   He didn’t think this made him an underachiever so much as a realist .   After all , there were things that already came easily to him , such as academics .

Volleyball , however , was different .   Matsukawa pushed himself above &&. beyond for his team , though perhaps not to quite such a severe degree as their captain .   He didn’t push himself because of any strong affection for the sport itself , but rather because of this peculiar COMPETITIVE STREAK he never knew he had until he started playing .   That &&. an unyielding fear of letting down his teammates .   They all put in the work to get to where they are &&. Matsukawa wasn’t going to be the one to hold them back for lack of effort .

A couple others had asked him to stay after practice to block for them , to which he happily agreed .   It was as good practice for them as it was for him .   His height advantage meant that his GREATEST STRENGTH in a game was blocking , which was why he ended up with the middleblocker position in the first place .   He had to do whatever it took to refine that skill so that he could keep his place amoung the ranks of such a prestigious powerhouse school .   He had earned that number two on the back of his jersey &&. he had every intention of keeping it .

It was only when Iwaizumi finally flagged him down &&. waved him to the benches that he realized how out of breath he was .   By the time he made it to the bench &&. sat down , his feet felt like lead &&. his arms burned so much they were almost NUMB , not to mention the sting of his palms .

❝      Thanks ,      ❞      he said on an exhale as he leaned back on his hands &&. felt the sweat roll down his cheeks .      ❝      Think I’m done for the day anyway .   I should probably take a shower &&. go home while I can still feel my legs .      ❞

Matsukawa tried for a little breathless chuckle as he lifted his already damp T-shirt to wipe at the moisture on his face .   It was lucky for Iwaizumi ; at the rate he was going , Matsukawa might have kept on until he physically collapsed from exhaustion .   He was just too far in the zone .

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(   @talentbloomed​​   )   WROTE   :

[ TRAPPED ] @ muse of your choice !!

Akaashi didn’t do a whole lot of socializing , which was ironic , considering he played a team sport , but outside of that , he mainly kept to himself .   Sure , occasionally his teammates would coax him into going out for a little pre - game revelry or   ❛   TEAM BONDING   ❜   exercise , as it were .   Akaashi still tried to avoid things like that when he could , though .

Oikawa was one of the few exceptions , not unlike Bokuto .   The Aoba Josai captain was surprisingly easy to get along with despite his reputation .   He liked to talk about himself , which suited Akaashi just fine .   It meant that Akaashi didn’t have to talk about himself .   They also talked about volleyball a lot , which was a given , &&. while Akaashi still didn’t feel particularly strongly about the sport , that was the precise reason why he enjoyed talking about it with Oikawa .

Oikawa Tooru lived for volleyball   ── ─   that much was clear .   His passion &&. drive were inspirational &&. reminded Akaashi quite a bit of his own captain .   It was for this reason that Akaashi wanted to learn from Oikawa , not only as a rival setter , but as someone who loved the sport so much that he wanted to make a career out of it .   Akaashi couldn’t relate to that , but he hoped that he could learn how to support Bokuto better as Fukurodani’s ACE SETTER .   He may not have been devoted to the game , but Bokuto was , &&. he wanted to see Bokuto succeed in all things in his life , so he was determined to play his part the best he could .

It was during one of these conversations with Oikawa while they were casually setting a volleyball to each other outside of Akaashi’s house that it had begun to rain , &&. then rain harder , &&. soon it began to thunder &&. that’s when they knew it was finally time to head back inside .   Akaashi provided towels to dry off with &&. invited Oikawa to stay a while since his mothers wouldn’t be home until later .

❝      It’ll probably let up soon , anyway ,      ❞      he predicted , flopping down on the floor at one end of the chabudai as he rubbed his hair with a towel .      ❝      Even if it doesn’t , I don’t have a problem with you staying over &&. my parents won’t , either .   You’d just get sick if you stood out there waiting for the bus .      ❞

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‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

prompts designed around the concept of a character having a difficult day and another character arriving to help/support/care for them!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ you look like you could use a hug. ”

“ please tell me you didn’t cancel your plans for me… ”

“ don’t be silly, you’re much more important than some tinder date! ”

“ where’s your jacket? i’d like to show you something, and it’ll involve a bit of walking. ”

“ you know i’m always here for you, don’t you? no matter what. ”

“ hey, now… i’m only ever a phone call away. ”

“ come on. let’s get you to bed. ”

“ i’m listening. ”

“ hey, do you have any spare pajamas? i’m going to sleep on your couch tonight; that way you just need to shout if you need me. ”

“ what are your nightmares about? they may not be so bad if you talk about them. ”

“ another nightmare? ”

“ hey now, no more apologizing. i’m glad you called me; i meant it when i said any time, any place. ”

“ you know you’re never a nuisance nor a burden. not to me. ”

“ i’m helping you, and that’s final. i’m not taking no for an answer. now. where’s your kitchen? i’m making us some comfort food. ”

“ maybe you think it’s your job to look after everyone else. but it’s not supposed to be like that. it works both ways. and now it’s my turn to look after you. okay? ”

“ hey, now. you’ve been helping me ever since we met. it’s about time i started repaying the favor. ”

“ i’m so proud of you. i know it’s hard to get past these rough days, but… i still want you to know that i’m proud of you. “

“ you know, i reckon our bond is definitely strong enough to endure whatever it is that you need to get off your chest. “

“ it’s alright, now… i got you. “

“ you don’t need to worry about scaring me off. i’m not going anywhere. you can try as hard as you want, but there’s nothing you can say that’s going to make me like you any less. “

“ you know, i make the best hot chocolate in the world. seriously, i’ve asked absolutely everyone on the planet. everyone except you… what do you say? wanna make it a global fact? “

“ let’s go smash some stuff until you’re ready to talk, okay? “

ACTION PROMPTS.

[ TEA ]: sender prepares a mug of hot tea for the receiver.

[ BLANKET ]: having found the receiver either sleeping or just lying on the couch, sender gently takes a blanket and drapes it over them.

[ BATH ]: sender runs a hot bath for the receiver after a particularly challenging day.

[ DINNER ]: having learned that the receiver has had a difficult time lately, sender arrives at their door with their favorite dinner and drinks.

[ COOK ]: in an effort to boost the receiver’s spirits, sender arrives with all the ingredients needed to make the receiver’s favorite comfort food, with the well-intended intentions of cooking it for them.

[ FORT ]: sender builds a blanket fort for the receiver following a long and difficult day.

[ HUM ]: sender hums gently under their breath to soothe and comfort a distressed receiver.

[ WIPE ]: after the receiver has stopped crying, sender tenderly leans forward, cups their face in their hands, and wipes their tears away.

[ JOURNEY ]: noticing the receiver has had a particularly rough day, sender invites them to accompany them on a walk or drive to get out of the house.

[ HAIR ]: as the receiver leans against them/lies in bed, sender begins to run their hand through their hair to soothe them until they relax or fall asleep.

[ CARRY ]: sender lifts a (nearly) sleeping receiver and carries them into their bed, tucking them in in the process.

[ GUIDE ]: sender physically guides an exhausted receiver into their bedroom, following weeks of very little sleep and very high amounts of stress.

[ BESIDE ]: receiver wakens from their first genuinely restful sleep in weeks, to find the sender asleep next to them, having been holding the receiver throughout the night to help them fall asleep.

[ BEDSIDE ]: receiver wakens from their first genuinely restful sleep in weeks, to find the sender asleep in an armchair by their bedside, having stayed there for the night in case receiver had a nightmare or needed them in any other way.

[ KISS ]: as a gesture of comfort and affection, sender leans forward to kiss the receiver on the forehead.

[ HAND ]: noticing the receiver is close to tears, or otherwise struggling with an unseen but considerable burden, sender gently takes their hand and holds it in an attempt to comfort and encourage them.

[ RUB ]: sender gently rubs receiver’s back in a soothing motion.

[ TV ]: sitting next to the receiver on the sofa, sender joins them in watching their favorite show/movie on the television.

[ HOLD ]: as soon as the receiver opens the door and realizes the sender is there, sender wordlessly opens their arms out, and gives the receiver a warm, sorely needed hug.

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you all only hate me because you do not like me and i am mean to you. grow up

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# 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐈 : ────── ─── . independent BNHA canon 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ( PRIVATE &&. SELECTIVE ) est. september // 2020 ─── revamped september // 2022 , as written by LUCIFER .

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳 . 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁

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¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ .     the following is a compilation of   action based   prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes .   ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the   receiver   be the one to perform the action ) .   do not add anything on to these memes .  

hands.  for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.

tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

combat.  for our muses to train together in combat.

pin.  for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).

push.  for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.

shove.  for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.

tend.  for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.

trace.  for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).

gag.  for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.

kiss.  for your muse to kiss my muse.

hair.  for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.

pull.  for your muse to pull my muse close to them.

sit.  for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.

lap.  for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.

tackle.  for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.

fight.  for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

neck.  for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.

throat.  for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.

collapse.  for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.

carry.  for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.

warmth.  for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).

morning after.  for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.

wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.

drink.  for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.

swim.  for our muses to go for a late night swim.

intimacy.  for our muses to embrace each other after sex.

death.  for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.

goodbye.  for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.

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tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

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In the same analytical manner, Tooru observes the effortless switch to the opposite hand as if they’re in the middle of a game. It’s fascinating to see the lines not coming out wobbly like one would expect when using their non-dominant hand. It must be nice. He starts to think about how useful it would be to switch hands like that in volleyball, and all the techniques he could come up with to throw opponents off. Like a left-handed spike from out of nowhere against an unsuspecting opponent ! Maybe he should get Matsukawa to try it. He’s so deep in thought about the possibilities that he almost doesn’t catch his friend’s reply.

“…” Tooru wonders if it’s the same when it’s the opposite too, only looking at the negatives without taking in the positives. If it is, then he’s already been set up for failure a long time ago. He’s always replaying their tapes and finding new things to nitpick and criticize himself for. The cheers and praises he gets from fans have always been nice, but at the end of the day, they don’t do much to get him out of his head. Not when he’s always fixating on the bad, with his own voice reminding him loudly that he’s still not good enough. “Mm. I get it already.” I’m doing the best I can, Tooru wants to say, but doesn’t. He opts to watch Matsukawa sketch in silence instead. As minutes pass by, the sounds of pencil to paper does help ease him from his ruminative thinking. When the setter speaks up again, he changes the topic. “Ne, Mattsun. I didn’t know you liked to draw.”

Maybe if Matsukawa had more opportunities to go on the offense during a game , his ambidexterity would prove to be more useful .   However , he wasn’t as powerful as Iwaizumi , or as fast as Kyotani , or as springy as Hanamaki , so it made sense that he wasn’t at the top of Oikawa’s list when it came to who he should set to in the HEAT OF THE MOMENT .   He was as balanced as a middle blocker should be , he supposed , &&. that was all that mattered in the end .   He was just as happy to shut down an opponent’s play that they thought was a sure win as he would be to score a point directly .

Oikawa sounded a little annoyed , perhaps , at Matsukawa’s half - lecture , but he didn’t really feel the need to apologize .   Unsolicited advice could still be good advice sometimes , after all , &&. he felt that Oikawa was in need of that a lot of the time .

❝      Mm .   It’s not a hobby or anything ,      ❞      he said with a small shrug of his free shoulder .      ❝      Kinda just . . . started doing it to give me something to do when I can’t sleep .      ❞

Lately he had taken to the guitar for similar reasons , but there was rarely a good time for that when he shared a house with two siblings &&. parents who were exhausted whenever they were home .   Drawing was the least inconvenient pass - time he could indulge .

❝      . . . I might get a tattoo like this .   What do you think ?      ❞

He held up the notebook to see the doodle better .   It was rough &&. unrefined , but the concept was clear   ── ─   a skull with an octopus tentacle curling out of one eye socket &&. twisting back through the OPEN JAWS , like it was being used as a shell .   Some might have found that sort of thing gross &&. unappealing , but it was right up Matsukawa’s alley .

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It doesn’t go unnoticed, the way mentioning his twin served to raise Atsumu’s hackles even further, but before he could make use of it, any sort of admission, derogatory or not, doesn’t fail to quickly capture his attention. There’s a flash of hurt that crosses Tooru’s face at the last part of Atsumu’s insults, but he buries it under a neutral mask he quickly puts up. Like his voice, changing expressions in a split second is something that comes naturally to him. His fingers slowly curl and unfurl at his sides.

“And so what if I do ? What if I want to be the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen ? Judge me how you want, Atsumu, but either way it won’t affect my playing in the slightest. I’ll prove it to you.” He looks over at the empty gym before them, a hand raising to brush some of his fringe out of his eyes. An unconscious action. “I’m aware we can’t play properly with just the two of us, but it shouldn’t be a problem. We were talking about serves, after all. Why don’t we go settle this right now, best high school server ?”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes .   He wasn’t nearly observant enough to make out the minute changes in Oikawa’s expression , but he couldn’t miss the set up for a CHALLENGE .   His face split into a vicious grin , lifting his hands in front of him to crack his knuckles .

❝      Didn’t realize ya were such a glutton fer punishment ,      ❞      he jeered .      ❝      Fine then .   Let’s make this quick   ── ─   BEST O’NINE .   If ya can’t receive it , point goes t’the server .   That fine with you , Grand King ?      ❞

What a ridiculous goddamn nickname .   Whoever came up with that one desperately needed a reality check .   At any rate , once they were in agreement of the terms , Atsumu marched over to the nearby supply closet to fetch the ball basket , muttering under his breath something along the lines of   ❛   I’ll show ya what a real serve looks like , ya freakin’ dildo . . .   ❜