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** If you want to! I don’t mind either way, so if you want to continue it I’d be glad to! But if you don’t want to, then that’s cool too~

** um, if you’re following me, and I’m not following you, and you want me to follow you, then like this post?

Also hmu if you wanna rp because I might be trying to bring this account back. hmu if you wanna pick up an old thread again? hmu for something new? hmu?

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** fight me @ acen, nerds

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"oikawa-san isn't male masturbation technically kinda gay"

    “…”

     Oikawa took a deep breath.

    “Tobio-chan?”

     He smiled.

     “Don’t talk to me.”

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     Oikawa felt his phone vibrate again with a new message. He frowned, adjusting the boxes and packages carefully balanced on his arms. Even then, he decided to neglect checking the message, moving toward the front lines to cash out. Pursing his lips, the brunet stood up on his toes and looked across the people before spotting his roommate. He grinned as he recognized the short, spiky hair, beginning to walk toward it with a cheerful call of “Iwa-chan~!”

     The contents of his arms were carelessly dropped into the basket once Oikawa arrived, arms resting on the side of the cart. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the contents were all snack foods: rice crackers, graham crackers, granola bars, and fruit chews. On the plus side, at least they weren’t entirely unhealthy. There was a smile on Oikawa’s lips as he glanced at the people still ahead of Iwaizumi, then at his roommate. “Did you miss me, Iwa-chan?”

     He removed his phone from his pocket shortly afterward, frowning as he remembered the missed message from earlier. He glanced at it, then lifted his gaze to the person ahead of them. For several moments Oikawa was silent, lips still pursed as he looked down at his phone again.

     “Maybe I’ll look into it,” he remarked out loud, thoughtful.

                 He placed the items in the cart and glanced  over  to  Oikawa  before                  nodding  his  head.  Iwaizumi  walked over and took the cart from his                  roommate  and  tilted  his  head  slightly  to  point  towards the check                  out    area.     Hoping   that  gave  the  message,  he  turned  the  cart                  towards the on going line for check out. He  let  a  hum  slip  past  his                  lips as he unloaded  the  items  onto  the  platform.  The  dancer  had                  purposely picked the longest line,  so  it  wouldn’t  be  too  much of a                  hassle to wait for his roommate.                   Iwaizumi ran his fingers across the smooth surface of  the  containers                  as he continued to move them onto the conveyer belt until everything                  was removed from the cart.  With that,  he  turned  toward  the  small                  rows often showing boxes of  gum and or sweets. His eyes narrowed                  slightly at the view, grabbing  the peppermint gum and placing it with                  the rest of their things. Sweets were never a big  thing  with  him.  He                  preferred the bitter taste of dark chocolate or the freshness of mint.                  He glanced to this side, surveying the crowd  in  front  of  him.  There                  was maybe about four people in front of him. Three  of  the  four  had                  a decent amount and the four person had a huge pile  of  soda’s  and                  other party related things–… Ugh, that usually meant there would  be                  a get together at the campus dorms. He had been told by  seniors  in                  his class that it was a bit of a tradition to throw huge ass party in  the                  beginning of the school quarter. There wouldn’t be  any  chance  that                  he was going to go. Iwaizumi Hajime doesn’t do parties.  Well,  for all                  he knew OIkawa could be into that stuff,  not  that  he  actually  knew                  much about his roommate in  the  first  place.  He  shot  him  a  quick                  message before putting his phone away.                      ⎡ TO: Oikawa ⎦                     ⎡ Subject: no subject ⎦                      ⟦TEXT⟧ Looks like there’s going to be a party soon.

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     Oikawa took back his phone with a grin. He gave a short glance to the new entry in his contents before tucking the device back into his pocket and continuing to lean against the taller captain. Hm... It was always a strange feeling, being shorter than other people, but this...  when he thought about it, he could probably get used to this.

     “Hm~” Oikawa hummed in approval of the soft kiss, letting his head settle against Kuroo’s shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.” An excuse for going to Tokyo, a planned hook-up, someone to have some fun with... huh. Accepting Sawamura's little invitation really hadn't been that bad of an idea.

“I’d be disappointed too,” Kuroo said teasingly, taking Oikawa’s phone and entered his number. “Here ya go, prettyboy.”  Hmm, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted Oikawa to come over. They could go out together, get drunk and do irresponsible stuff. Honestly, Kuroo had no friends like that - Nobuyuki was too serious and calm to go all out, and Yaku would murder him. (He still might but at least only afterwards.) “So we have a deal - I’ll come to your place in summer and you can, well, visit me any time, okay?” He inched closer, taking in the enjoyable feeling of proximity, and softly kissed the other guy’s temple. 

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Five Things You'd Put in a Pentagram to Summon Me

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** Who does this apply to, let’s see.... okay, drafts...

lacxrtus, gxldencat, kingsets, ilgattokuroo, captaintrashcat, defensivespecialist

I’m sorry I’ve been so slow lately! And I’m sorry that it’s going to continue for a little longer!

I’ll be leaving my current job next Wednesday, and after ACen I miiiight be starting a new job, but with less (and better) hours.

BUT!

to sum it up, though I will try to get some replies in before then, but by May 18th I *SHOULD* be replying to everyone much more often and much more consistently. ]]

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This art is for oikawakiin.tumblr.com

“Because I like the girls’ uniform. Intensely.”

I really don’t like coloring…I am so bad, but I am trying to practice~!  (•̀o•́)ง

Also, I’m rusty with html so sorry about the horrible lack of linking skills. I’ll fix it later cause I’m lazy…

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     “I know, Tobio-chan~” he chides, rolling his eyes. “I’m not so dirty I can’t go to class without a shower, though. I just wanna feel fresh and clean. I’d take a shower when I get back if not now.” His foot rubs at the back of Kageyama’s ankle, the brunet smiling at how his lazy actions have caused Kageyama’s restless shaking to end. Now, how long until he comments on it...

     “Nothing sad,” Oikawa confirms, smirking slightly before taking another sip of tea. “I mean, I wasn’t going to put on something I had to pay too much attention to. I kind of want to just relax, you know?” He kind of wants to pay attention to Kageyama, he means.

“It’s not that!” Kageyama huffs. “You still have to go to class. If you don’t shower now you might forget.” 

Kageyama’s foot stills when he feels Oikawa’s own rest against his leg. Is that a sign for him to stop? He hadn’t even realized he’d been absently shaking his leg until now. He doesn’t move, unsure how to respond to the touch.

“I don’t know,” he says in response to Oikawa’s question, “I guess I’ll watch anything. …Nothing sad,” he adds hastily, “nothing like last time.”

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     Oikawa raises his eyebrows, but he’s still smiling when Kageyama agrees with his suggestion. A soft chuckle leaves him. “You don’t want to cuddle with me before I shower?” he teases, but there’s nothing malicious about his tone as his foot absently nudges at Kageyama’s leg beneath the table.

     “Do you want to watch a movie?” he carries on, continuing to eat his breakfast as his foot continues to rest against Kageyama’s leg. “Or just turn something on for noise?” He sets aside his fork to drink his tea, letting his foot hook behind Kageyama’s ankle absently.

Kageyama is long since done with his pancake eating. He only sits on the table because, well. Oikawa is still on the table, and leaving would be impolite. Not that he wants to leave; Oikawa holds his interest, to put it one way, and so it’s not too much of a problem for him to remain seated way after he’s done.

As he watches Oikawa, he becomes a little anxious; was that question a little too straightforward? Was that kind of question okay to ask? He doesn’t have long to mull over it, however, and when Oikawa does answer his eyes light up. Cuddles, with Oikawa-san….

“Okay. After you shower, though.” He replies. “Since you haven’t.”

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     Oikawa settles to eat, cutting the pancakes into smaller pieces with his fork and absently nibbling at them. When he removes the tea bag from his cup, he adds a small splash of milk and idly stirs it in before returning his attention to his slow-paced pancake eating. It’s after swallowing a bite that he finally replies to Kageyama’s question. His lips quirk with quiet amusement.

     “Hm~” he hums, fork cutting into the stack again to separate a square from the rest. His eyes raise from his plate, running over Kageyama as he hums again. “Well, I think I want to do something with you.” He smiles, waits. Several moments pass before Oikawa elaborates.

     “I just want to turn on the tv and cuddle for a bit, honestly.”

Kageyama absently licks his own lips as he watches Oikawa do the same. He makes to sit back down on the dining table, fixing the towel hanging around his neck. It’s become lopsided, so he straightens it. He watches Oikawa prepare tea, legs absently shaking.

Ah, the shower. He did manage to take his but Oikawa didn’t. He’d almost forgotten about it. “Okay,” he says in reply. Two or three hours… so he’s going to stay for that long, then. The question is, after breakfast and after Oikawa showers…

“Do you want to do anything, Oikawa-san? Since you won’t be leaving for a while.”

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     Watching as Iwaizumi began to type up a reply to him on his phone, the smile plastered on Oikawa’s lips quirked slightly. It faltered only for a moment when Iwaizumi turned the phone toward him; Oikawa recovered quickly, offering what could only be described as a “reassuring” smile. He didn’t answer until they were beginning to walk again, his hands resting on the cart and really doing more steering than actual pushing as Iwaizumi tugged it from the front.

     “So you’re talking to me again,” Oikawa confirmed out loud, and the smile was more self-satisfied, bordering on smug but not entirely reaching the point. He didn’t resist Iwaizumi’s direction, following after as he began to talk again.

     “Don’t be silly, Iwa-chan. Of course I study!” the brunet chirped, grinning. His eyes ran over Iwaizumi’s back as he followed, tracing down the bared muscles put on display by his roommate’s choice in sleeveless top. His lips quirked again, and Oikawa caught the lower one between his teeth for a few moments before humming. Well.

     As Iwaizumi went down the aisle to collect his supplies, Oikawa vanished from the cart. He moved quickly, without any interest in waiting around as he ducked down the next aisle over. Knowing what he was looking for helped, and it was after grabbing three separate bottles that the brunet hurried back to the cart to find Iwaizumi had already returned to it. “I only want to grab a few more things~ If you want, I can meet you up at check-out?”

                    Iwaizumi   rolled   his   eyes   at  his  roommate  and  shrugged  his                     shoulders. It figures that he act as if he was completely innocent in                     all of this. He honestly didn’t expect any less from  the  other male,                     especially with his…unique personality in tow.    The  dancer  could                     easily get a new roommate if he wanted, since it  was  only  a click                     away with the technology they had…but he didn’t  really  want that                     anymore.   There  was  something  about  Oikawa  that  caught his                     interest,  despite the annoyance of his attitude.. He could get used                     to it. He pulled out his phone to type up the message of response.                             「 Why did I agree to be roommates with an idiot, again?                                  I must have a death wish or fate is out to get me.  But                                  I’ll just get  a  few  ice  packs  and  pain  killers.  You’ll                                  probably   need  them  too  once  mid  terms  hits  the                                  corner.  Then  again  you  don’t  seem  like the type to                                  study, am I right? 」                     He tugged the cart by the front of it, keeping in mind he’s probably                     dragging the other male with him. His gaze faltered over  ever  isle,                     taking in what was in each one before moving onto the next. Once                     he arrived at the right one, he left the cart and stalked into the  isle.                      A soft hum left his lips as he scanned the  shelves  for  his  needed                      items before picking them up and heading back. 

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     It wasn’t long before Oikawa’s phone gave another short vibration as it received a text. The brunet himself couldn’t help smiling, looking down at the display with a cheery little hum. If absolutely nothing else, Oikawa could always give points for people who replied promptly. He had to read the message a second time before he actually acknowledged the content, shoving his phone back into his pocket afterward. Finding the requested tea took considerably less time than waiting for the message, though Oikawa gave the shelves a last look before returning to the cart to move on.

     Okay, he had tea, and coffee, and... and pasta, he recalled with a quick glance into the shopping cart. He supposed he ought to find Iwaizumi before he went to gather anything else – some nuts sounded good, and maybe some juice boxes, and a package of rice crackers... – but he was hardly out of the aisle before he found himself face to face with his roommate again. The brunet brightened immediately, smile back on his features as dark eyes quickly surveyed the items in his roommate’s arms.

     “Welcome back, Iwa-chan~” he crooned, reaching out to slide the box of cereal from under Iwaizumi’s arm before placing it in the cart. “Have you calmed down?” As if he weren’t to blame. “I need to pick up some snacks and some vitamins. Anything else you want to grab?”

                    With that reply, Iwaizumi started to walk out of the isle. He mentally                     shook at the thought of Oikawa’s response. Doesn’t  the idiot know                     that  eating  breakfast  is  important  to  his  metabolism  started  in                     the mornings? Obviously not if he gave him that reply.  He stifled  a                     sigh and looked down at his phone. He  didn’t  necessarily  have  a                     preferred tea, but he would like some.                       ⎡ TO: Oikawa ⎦                      ⎡ Subject: this fucking idiot ⎦                       ⟦TEXT⟧ Green tea with peach addition.                     It didn’t take iwaizumi long to arrive at  the  dairy  section,  figuring                      they would need  milk, whether  or  not  Oikawa  ate  cereal  in  the                     mornings. He  grabbed  a  gallon,  then  decided  to  walk  towards                     the tea  and  coffee  isle,  thinking  that  if he was lucky, he’d catch                      Oikawa. It wasn’t like he wanted to carry  this  stuff  all  day.  There                      was a reason shopping carts were made in the first place. 

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     Oikawa smiles to himself. Without a doubt, Kageyama’s lips taste like victory. He can’t help that he licks his lips as he busies himself with preparing his tea, pouring water into the mug after placing the tea bag within. He only looks back to Kageyama after Kageyama asks him a question, but the smile still lingers on his lips.

     “Not for a while yet,” he answers as he moves back to the table, returning to his pancakes while his tea steeps. “I still want to take a shower, and I might leave early to grab a snack on the way, but I’ve still got two or three hours aside?”

Kageyama was not expecting the peck on his lips at all, and the action stains his cheeks a light shade of red. He huffs, not knowing exactly how to respond to that with his face warm all the way to the tips of his ears, so instead he takes another gulp of the cold glass of milk.

“What’s there to swoon about?I’m just saying!” he mutters into the rim of his glass. “…Thank you, though, Oikawa-san.”

He’s not very sure how to respond to that. You say thank you when someone offers you something, right? Kageyama hangs around the counter and watches Oikawa take out a mug and a tea bag, still not knowing what else to say to that.

“When are you leaving?”

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     Oikawa felt his phone go off again. For a few moments he humored the idea of ignoring it, but whatever contact he had seemed like they weren’t going to let it go with a single text. Each insistent vibration pushed at Oikawa’s patience, further and further until he finally sighed and removed his phone to check the messages. His lips raised slightly with the accusation.

TO: Iwa-chan ▶ I don’t really like cereal ▶ Breakfast is a waste of time! ▶ Just grab me some granola ▶ ( ‘з’)/ Thanks~

     He almost put his phone away, turning his attention back to the shelves before him. Pausing, he fired off one last message to his roommate.

▶ Do you like tea?

     He might as well ask, right? Looking back to the shelves, Oikawa picked up a few boxes and neatly set them into the shopping cart, turning his attention next to the coffee beans. Tossing a bag of those into the cart, the brunet leaned against it with a hum, fingers sliding into his pocket to trace the side of his phone. He should probably wait until he got a reply before wandering off again.

     Removing his phone to fuss with it while he waited, Oikawa hummed softly to himself.

                     Iwaizumi allowed his gaze to shift between shelves, seeing if there                       was anything he particularly needed.  Not  so  far–,  cereal.  Okay,                      that was definitely one he needed.  He  wasn’t  going to go off and                      make breakfast every morning, hell  no.  That  was  true  especially                      when he thought abut all  the  midnight  studying  for  exams,  and                      fuck, he was not looking forward to  it  in  the  slightest.  He  didn’t                      care  what   amateurs   said,  dancing   is  no  way  an  easy  thing,                      even if he did love it and had been doing it since he was a boy.                       His train of thought was quickly  interrupted  by the vibration in his                      pocket.  Fingers  wrapped  around  the  cool item and pulled it out                       in front of his face.  He  swiped  the  screen  to  unlock it and read                       the message, cringing at what was  written.  Was  this  idiot  being                       serious–?

                      ⎡ TO: Oikawa ⎦                       ⎡ Subject: this fucking idiot ⎦                        ⟦TEXT⟧ What the hell are you?                        ⟦TEXT⟧ 5?                         ⟦TEXT⟧ Who even uses emoji’s anymore?                        ⟦TEXT⟧ Oh and what kind of cereal do you want?                      He  placed  his  phone  in  his  back  pocket and continued to look                      over  shelves  again,  to  look  for  his  personally  preferred  cereal                      brand. Once his eyes landed on the familiar  label,  he  reached  up                      to get it before sliding it under his arm.  It  didn’t  take  him  long to                      notice the popcorn selection behind him. Well, that would be good                      for when they have classmates over for a movie, that is if that even                      happens–. 

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     Oikawa knows that it isn’t Kageyama’s intention when he says it, and he isn’t sure if that makes the innocent implication more endearing or less. Regardless, he finds himself smiling. I don’t want to be here. I want to be with you.

     The kettle isn’t whistling, but he hears the water inside has begun to roll, and he takes the excuse to stand up. Approaching Kageyama instead, Oikawa rests his hands on the counter behind him as he leans close.

     “I might have swooned a little, Tobio-chan,” he teases, leaning in to place a quick peck on the younger’s lips. “The offer still stands, though, if you ever change your mind. You’re always welcome.” He pulls away when the kettle whistles, lifting it away from the heat and moving to grab a mug and tea bag from a cabinet.

It doesn’t take Kageyama long at all to polish the second stack of pancakes. He briefly considers another helping, but decides that he should leave Oikawa some, so instead he gets up, takes the carton of milk sitting at the counter and pours himself a new glass.

“It’s not that.” Kageyama pauses to bring the rim of the glass to his lips and drink the milk. He puts the glass down, wipes the remnant of milk on his upper lip absently with the back of his palm, and continues. “There’s no point hanging around here alone, Oikawa-san, so that’s why I asked. I’ll go when you leave for class.”