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crossovxr replied to your post:zaesu replied to your post: #//maybe I’ll convince...

wait what the fuck when did we get replies back????

just a day or two ago C:

[dajare-umai]

would you say mitobe is your mitobae

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cl eNCHES FIST

breathes 

((((whispers))))) yes

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{Starter Call}

@crossovxr​

‘Victor Granz’

That name had been buzzing around the campus since the start of the school year.

It’s not really surprising. Even though foreigners aren’t as uncommon as they used to before, they’d still bound to create a noise with just their presence. It mostly has something to do with their fondness for anything foreign.

Accessories, food, celebrities, even just ordinary people. Everyone would eat them all up.

Blame it on the Western-influenced mentality of their generation.

So, of course, when the new kid came around, he had the spotlight. Everyone was interested in him, asked about him, made rumours about him. He felt pity on the guy because he’s just suddenly drowned in all these unnecessary attention, but he has to admit he’s a bit curious himself.

The first time he’d met Victor was during tryouts, when he and the others were recruiting more members for the team. Due to their success in the Winter Cup, they had picked up a huge number of hopefuls that he can feel his head spinning remembering how crowded the gym was.

But, Victor stood out. And not just because of his appearance, but also because of his skills. He thought he’d be a good asset on the team, and he knew the others have thought so too. 

He was a Third Year, just like himself, though they’re in different sections. The only times he’d seen him are during lunch and of course, during basketball practice. And aside from those basic things, he knows nothing about him.

“Izuki Shun,”

The Eagle Eye user immediately shoots up from his seat, responding with a hard “Yes!”, earning a few muffled giggles and snickers from fellow classmates. Their teacher looks displeased. 

“Are you even listening?”

“No, sir, I’m Izuki--”

“Get out of the classroom, now,”

A sigh escapes the teen’s lips as he lightly kicks the tiled floor, resting his back on the wall. He turns to look at the closed door, lips pursed. 

“You got yourself into this mess, Shun, you just had to open your mouth,” he grumbles, looking back down at his feet with furrowed eyebrows.

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crossovxr replied to your post:crossovxr replied to your post “tfw late for the...

i’m not here to impress a washed up WNBA has-been.

Well you should be... everyone should be.

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@crossovxr | ❤ | accepting.

❝ yo, ryū ! i’m here, sorry i’m la― ❞ . . . WRONG GYM. shit, how could she have messed up this bad ?

just play it COOL. . . and just, figure out what sport this gym is. ❝ oh. are you a new member ? ❞

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[txt to: Giggles] I think I saw Midorima at the ice cream shop near Seirin looking lost and confused. u might wanna go save him

[text: 2nd grumpiest megane] sure youre not talking about a really tall tree[text: 2nd grumpiest megane] i get the two mixed up sometimes tbh

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“Are you lost?“

“—Huh?”

Izuki snaps out of his musings and looks up at the owner of the voice.

It certainly took him by surprise to see a foreigner in front of him. He was almost convinced he had somehow left the country without him knowing.

Ahh… The power of sleep depravity.

“Uh…” another dumb noise escapes his lips as his mind processes where the hell he is right now.

Oh. Yeah, he is lost.

He had just been on his way to his usual stop after school, spaced out, and ended up in the part of the neighbourhood unfamiliar to him. And he had been wandering around figuring how to get back home, or find at least a familiar landmark all the while spacing out here and there.

‘Oh sleep, I will never take you for granted again,’

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Izuki lets out a sheepish chuckle, how embarrassing.

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crossovxr replied to your post “tfw late for the party but ”

Vic wants to punt it.

Pls dont... 

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♋

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF US IS:

Older? yours/mine (I… think?)Taller? yours/mineRicher? yours/mineNeater? yours/mineNicer? yours/mineSmarter? yours/mine (???)Funnier? yours/mine

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? yours/mineWho lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours/mineWho reads more? yours/mine (I have no idea)Who is more creative? yours/mineWho is more troubled? yours/mineWho has better morals? yours/mine

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Where's my momma Amber hugs? B(

beg for it.

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❛ Would you stop following me? Who are you? ❜

he didn’t even realize he was following the other male until he had addressed it. himuro looked up in surprise, almost bumping into the stranger. chuckling softly, he backed away slowly until they weren’t so close. “ah, i’m sorry- the station is this way so..” himuro bowed apologetically, fixing his hair. raising a brow at the other male, the yosen player let a small smile slip. “i’m himuro tatsuya of yosen. who are you?”