[Tohsaka Rin isn't known for having the best of luck. Because she doesn't. Just ask Emiya Shirou, who will gladly share with some poor soul just how piss-poor Rin's luck stat is.
But today, it's in the goddamn negatives. She's late. For the third time this week. Some jackass (probably Archer) decided it'd be really funny to mess with the clocks in her house. So she overslept.
Now, she is about to be an hour late for school, and since she's a bastion of brilliance, she decides to go all Assassin's Creed and blend in with the crowd to stealth her way into homeroom.
By using the gym as a shortcut during volleyball practice, because everyone's so caught up in it that absolutely no one will see her kind of darting down the gymnasium in between working on serves and blocking, right?
Right.
Or no one will see her and end up possibly nailing her when she zooms past someone possibly working on their spike.
Because that's just how the world works.]
we can both be embarrassed i guess.... also i'm so sorry
[The problem with having a powerful serve is that once you're in the momentum you can't really stop. Oikawa's body remembers the steps after so much practice now (throw the ball up, wait a second then take steps forwards and leap up, slam hand into ball at desired angle and BAM!) that he's already at the last stage, palm connecting with the ball, when he notices the girl running out onto the court.
He doesn't even have time to warn her, making a sharp yell instead that doesn't even resemble a word, and then that is knocking her on the head.
Oops.
At least, as she's a girl, he offers a little more concern than his teammates might get. (At least after subtly checking the damage, anyway.)]
Sorry, I didn't see-- [She's not out cold is she?!]
[It's a critical hit. All the Magecraft in the world can't defend her from flying volleyballs when she isn't really paying attention.
It's only when she spots something flying at her from the corner of her eye when she realizes she may have just fucked up, and even then, it's too late, because after that, everything goes white, and then black as she crumples to the ground.
Luckily for her as of yet-unseen attacker, however, Rin's...a little more resilient than the average bear. Magus. Whatever. There's a grunt of pain before she stirs...as well as, from Oikawa's viewpoint, a nasty red mark on the center of her forehead from where she got struck.]
---Ow! [Rin suddenly sits up, rubbing the injured spot, before she hears his voice---at which point she stares at him, then spots his uniform, and connects the dots upon spotting the fallen volleyball some paces away.
Needless to say, it's not the most pleasant line of logic, and her staring turns into a flustered, embarrassed glare.]
I-I'm fine! Maybe you need to work on paying attention! [BECAUSE WASN'T SHE EASY TO SPOT (no)....with a huff, she's about to get up and storm off, up until she makes a sharp movement and dizziness takes over.
Aoba Jousai, we have a Problem. Groaning, Rin falls to her knees.]
chokes and cries also sorry for the delay!!! idek what i've been doingthe past 4 days [bleak]
[There's a soft yet brief sigh of relief when Rin sits up, showing that he hadn't knocked her out cold. He leans forward, ignoring the glare on her face to offer out his hand. Even though she ignores it, Oikawa keeps smiling at her.]
Sorry, sorry! [He tilts his head slightly.] It's difficult to stop the momentum once you're going, y'know? Did it-- ah!
[She's going down... I'm yelling timber--!! He reaches out as soon as he spots the signs, arm looping around her back, hooking onto her hip and drawing her to himself. It's a smooth motion, for what it's worth, and the smile on his face is even smoother.]
Hey... Don't move too much just yet, alright? Let me take a look-- [Not like he knows what he's looking for, but his free hand is brushing aside her hair, looking surprised at the red mark on her head.] Aaah... Maybe we should take you to the infirmary after all?
[Sorry, he lost her at "momentum" the moment he went and swept her into his manly arms, because she's left even more of a reddening, spluttering hot mess, blinking rapidly and gawping at him like he's a viper and she's a tiny mouse.
The casanova smile isn't particularly helping, either. It takes a while for Rin to be able to so much as form words, let alone any kind of sound whatsoever, until he goes and inspects her forehead, hand brushing away her hair. It's like the power's come back on after a freak outage, and she lets out a bizarre shriek-growl as she tries to back her head away from him.]
Alright, alright! I--- [Rin winces briefly; not like that slows her down much in terms of her tsun. She huffs.] ---I get it! You're...c-concerned, but do you really have to lean in so close?!
[She turns her head away with a 'hmph!' Meanwhile, they're attracting a fairly big crowd, including some of Oikawa's fangirls, who are shooting Rin dirty looks and mumbling amongst themselves. Swallowing somewhat, Rin grumbles, gingerly touching the injured spot on her head.
Yeah, they'd better get to the infirmary, if only to avoid further scrutiny.
Or attract more of it.
Either way, her head hurts and she should get it looked at. Rin gives Oikawa a pointed look, which is mostly a wince.]
But we'll call it even, okay? You can take me to the infirmary, and you can get back to your practice... [She pauses to roll her eyes at the fangirls continuing to emanate hater vibes behind her---] ...And your adoring fans.
[Firmly, she adds---]
And you don't need to carry me, okay? In fact, you can let go now!
[He clicks his tongue softly in return, offering further concern as he tries to not be too amused over how flustered she seems to be getting. He is close, but it is also for medical purposes.]
If I lean back much further I won't see if there's a bump, you know?
[Still he pulls away a little once she's secure enough, merely letting his hand linger firmly against the small of her back. He hovers, checking to see whether she wobbles at all. The faintest of wobbles though, and he'll insist on giving her a piggyback (that or insist Iwaizumi does it for him... who knows how that'll go.)]
Anyway, [he starts] it wouldn't be very fair of me to leave you in a state after almost knocking you out.
[He calls out to the coach, letting him know that he needs to run out for a minute. There's no argument, clearly showing who actually is more like the boss of the club here. Ah.]
[Rin's eye twitches, even as she's letting out the breath she's been holding once Oikawa finally halts his march on her personal bubble.
Real cute (----waitwhat), Captain Obvious. Rin's mouth curls into a half-growl, half-grimace.]
Well, considering my head feels like I took a kick to it, I'd say the answer is that, yes, there is a bump on my head!
[Grumbling and muttering miscellaneous disparaging things ("....think you're so smooth...ought to kick you...get that stupid grin off your...") under her breath, Rin makes an attempt at wriggling his hand off her back---she can feel everyone's, especially the fangirls', stares digging into her like a million daggers, which only makes Rin feel even more humiliated than before (and prevents her blushing from fading).
Which forces her to keep her focus on Oikawa to shake the growing apprehension off. Her mouth twists into a defiant sneer as she arches an eyebrow at him.]
Well, since you're insisting, I'll go so far as to let you walk me as far to the door of the infirmary. After that, I can handle things. Understood?
[She takes about two steps to the right before she ends up teetering, upon a flash of white briefly entering her vision.
She groans, immediately planting her right foot down to keep herself from falling over outright----she refuses.
[Ah, how fiesty. It probably should be an attractive feature, but he can't help but find it endearing (maybe dealing with Iwaizumi's harsh bullying was making him go crazy) when she's getting so mad over something like this. He raises both hands as if in surrender and smiles warmly at her.]
I understand, I understand! There's no need to get even madder over this. [He lets his hand drop, but it's honestly not long after that she wobbles and he has to step over. He leans down in front of her, offering his back with a charming smile -- and to prove to her that he'll keep quiet, he doesn't say a word.
If she thinks this is going to be the end she's sadly mistaken.]
[For a moment, Rin just stares. Then turns even redder than before, if that's at all possible (it is), letting out the loudest groan known to humanity, but tromps over to Oikawa and clambers onto his back nevertheless, blushing all the more and eye twitching more rapidly as she wraps her arms around his upper body to retain her grip.
It's not as if she could refuse him, either, seeing as he's clearly willing to do her the favor----possibly questionable motives aside.
That would just be rude, and Rin's...just not that heartless. As much as she'll never admit that.
And he's enjoying this, too, as she quickly picked up on in that toothpaste-ad smile of his. She turns her head away defiantly, only to grimace as she hears his fangirls let out indignant shrieks. Meanwhile, a few of his teammates are either eyerolling or muttering things amongst themselves.
Rin grumbles, glowering off to the side as a few of the fangirls start taking pictures with their camera phones. With flash, which only makes her head hurt all the more, causing her to then bury her face a bit into Oikawa's shoulder.]
......Just make it quick!
[Or is that too much to ask? But when your name is Tohsaka Rin, nothing ever goes as planned.]
[His teammates are too used to things like this, and the warning glare he gets probably shows it. Oikawa merely gives Iwaizumi a peace sign in return though, kind of like a promise that he won't take too long. (He probably will, though.)
He shifts his hold on her as he straightens up, tugging her arms up and over his shoulders for a better grip. She's warm against his back, and while it's obviously a heavy weight compared to normal, it's nothing too bad.]
How demanding~ [It comes out as a sing song while he tries to hold back laughter, sauntering out of the gym like he has all the time in the world. He sure is making a show of this, enjoying how flustered she's getting. It's nice to know you have an effect on someone, after all.]
this thread is giving me high blood sugar tbh and it hurts so good
I-I didn't even ask for you to do this, so don't complain!
[Rin's at the worst crossroads she could ever find herself in. On one hand, she knows he's doing this on purpose. The fangirls are screaming and screeching all the more, and Rin's snarl becomes more and more pronounced as she raises her head up to glare at them while still flushed a ridiculous shade of borderline violet, subconsciously holding onto Oikawa more tightly to hold herself back from throwing a few Gandrs at them.
But, alas, magic is supposed to be secret, etc etc. The fangirls only cringe back at her, and start to follow Oikawa as he struts his way out of the gym and into the hallway like he's a fucking pop idol and this is the red carpet.
Go figure.
Rin hisses into his ear:]
Seriously?! Do you want them to get the wrong idea?!
[.......On the other hand, he does have a nice, sturdy grip and he is actually kind of handsome and a tiny, tiny part of her is flattered and----
----Upon seeing Rin lean toward him like she's doing, though, one fangirl screams in horror.
She herself immediately hangs her head, only to say firmly:]
[This is what happens when you allow me to write starters, you know: ONE WAY OR ANOTHER -- maybe you were at a Training Camp™ as all good sportsmen do come rain or shine, maybe you somehow took a turn 1500 miles the wrong way, possibly you were kidnapped by aliens -- you are now Trapped On A Snowy Mountain In A Hailstorm. It is very inconvenient. They are not the size nor excellence of volleyballs, but they come damn close.
Luckily for you, an impartial but merciful fate with absolutely no agenda whatsoever dictates that in every anime mountainous crisis there exists some form of shelter, even if it's just a hole in the ground. The same fate which is feeling particularly merciful(?) this time has provided you, within walking distance, what looks like the trappings of a slightly dilapidated but serviceable large lump of snow.
--If you were to approach from the right angle, it might even look like a cabin.
Even more interestingly, if you were to approach from an angle that let you discover that the literal snow cabin did in fact come with a door and one small window, you'd even be able to see the light shining from inside and what looks like traces of the door having been opened at some point in the recent past. It might be a good idea to ignore the strange, long trail of cleared snow that doesn't look like the tracks of anything human or animal leading that way; it's rapidly being wiped away by hailstones, anyway.
[He's a little more used to cold weather than others in Japan, simply because Miyagi Prefecture is way more north than most and does at least get a healthy amount of snow in winter. What he isn't used to is a mountain hailstorm, however, and he has to wonder how he managed to get split up from the rest of his team in weather like this.
He's sneezing when he shuffles over to the door, giving it a knock while praying someone actually answers. His toes and fingers are going too numb to be a comfort, and lord only knows he needs those to play volleyball.]
Is anyone home?
stop dying in all our threads...... delicate volleyflora
[There's no answer -- not in so many words, but there's a gentle creak of the door; for some reason, it's not properly locked or shut, allowing some snow to get into the jamb and hinges and pop it slightly open upon the knock. Muffled beneath all this but there if you listen for it: a rhythmical THUMP, THUMP, THUMP within, but it's impossible to get more information if you just stare at the door.
Whether Oikawa manages to gather the courage to push it open or merely peeks through the cracks while lumps of hail smack him in the head -- the cabin itself looks fairly simple, small and made of dark wood with minimal furnishings and maybe a threadbare rug or two, but there's a roaring fire toasting up the place.
In front of it, the looming silhouette of a someone with a fluttering something tied on his head; there's a pause where the scene crystallizes -- then an arm rises, there's the distinct and brilliant flash of a well-polished knife, and another THUMP as it falls onto whatever's going on in front of the fireplace.]
... The hell do you want? You're letting the storm in.
[Oops. Looks like that door creak was louder than you thought it was.]
[Fuck! He jumps at the sound of another voice, stepping forward to try and cover the door a little more. He takes a brief moment (30 seconds max) to observe the place and really that chopping and the knife are putting him on edge.
This is like something out of a horror movie.
Iwa-chan... Why did you leave him behind?!] Sorry for the intrusion. [He says it like a sing song, with an apologetic smile on his face.] I ended up trapped because of the storm. Could I stay until it blows over?
[ Whoops, was this supposed to be a post-game bash? Someone's birthday party gone horribly wrong right? Whatever it is, there's this giant-ass ball pit with Nekoma's name on it, and Kuroo can't find Kenma anywhere.
Which means— ]
WHO THE HELL PUSHED HIM IN THERE?! [ DON'T WORRY KENMA HE'LL SAVE YOU— ]
grumpycat grumpycat what are they feeding you-- it's not your faaaault
[There's no reply from the rest of the team as they all look at each other, and given that Kenma's been in there for well over ten minutes now he's given up on calling out for help. He's sank below the surface, staring up at a few of the balls that are partially covering his head.
All in all, it's a mess.
Any movement he does make is slow too, such as when he stretches his leg out, so there's little indication of where he is. Good luck, Kuroo.]
[ Is Haiba cowering somewhere behind the third years? Well shit, must be tough being so tall and noticeable, isn't it? Kuroo gives him a smile like death itself before nodding to Yaku, who will administer disciplinary action while Kuroo faces the ball pit, takes a deep breath, and dives in.
He wouldn't have been as panicky if it were anyone else stuck under there, but this was Kenma, so… It may only be a matter of time.
Of course, keeping one's balance where the ground's constantly shifting and he keeps having to fish small children out of his way is a bit of a challenge in and of itself, and Kuroo's once excellent footwork is rendered useless in the face of thousands of balls as far as the eye can see—
Is that a volleyball shoe? ]
Kenma!! Don't move, I'm coming— [ Crap, in his haste he slips over something and next thing he knows he's buried deep in balls. ]
[Who knows how that goes, but it'll be sorted before Kuroo gets back, that's for sure. Kenma, somewhere underneath the mass of balls, perks up just slightly at the sound of his friend's voice. His foot twitches, and a soft almost inaudible "Kuroo?" falls from his lips. Then there's the tumble as he falls over too, but as someone hitting 6 foot he should at least make it out unscathed.
The problem is that the crash throws even more balls over Kenma's body and now it is starting to get hard to breathe.
[ Damn straight it'll all get sorted out. He'll sort out Haiba's ass twenty times over after this. His poor bff. Kenma's mom is going to kill him if he lets the poor guy suffocate in there out of laziness.
Ok look. There are kids around here. Kuroo keeps fishing out the wrong one from underneath all those balls and shoving back down in frustration. He's worried sick that Kenma's suffocating but where does he even begin to search now that everyone's disappeared in a sea of everything a cat should ever want and then some.
—no he will not get distracted!! Somewhere out there is his best friend, and Kuroo's keeping his head above the surface as he practically swims his way over, straining his ears to catch even the barest whiff of sound (other than the children playing noisily around him, anyway), his hands groping ahead of him for a wayward limb… ]
[Thankfully the fact that the balls are shifting to put more leverage under his feet, the lightest part of his body, and lift them up just over the top of the balls. The bad thing is that the shift of the balls sends his head lower until Kenma's air really does start to get cut off.
His eyes lid, slowly shutting and his oxygen levels slowly sink.
A nap... wouldn't hurt, right? Too bad it has the risk of coming with eternal sleep.]
[ …Right. When he said Don't move, he didn't mean literally. ]
Kenma? [ He grabbed at an ankle, ascertained that it was, in fact, his best friend's foot before he started digging around in the balls after the rest of him. ]
Kenma!! Can you hear me? [ Please don't be dead— ]
Kenma!! [ HE COULD ALMOST CRY TEARS OF JOY but no he's just reaching out with both hands to grab him and haul him upright. And maybe onto his back if they can manage it. He'll swim them to safety!!
Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief first, however. ]
You can still breathe… Damn it, quit worryin' me like that.
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no, I'M embarrassed.....this is for trashkawa and idk this is a lame highschool au
But today, it's in the goddamn negatives. She's late. For the third time this week. Some jackass (probably Archer) decided it'd be really funny to mess with the clocks in her house. So she overslept.
Now, she is about to be an hour late for school, and since she's a bastion of brilliance, she decides to go all Assassin's Creed and blend in with the crowd to stealth her way into homeroom.
By using the gym as a shortcut during volleyball practice, because everyone's so caught up in it that absolutely no one will see her kind of darting down the gymnasium in between working on serves and blocking, right?
Right.
Or no one will see her and end up possibly nailing her when she zooms past someone possibly working on their spike.
Because that's just how the world works.]
we can both be embarrassed i guess.... also i'm so sorry
He doesn't even have time to warn her, making a sharp yell instead that doesn't even resemble a word, and then that is knocking her on the head.
Oops.
At least, as she's a girl, he offers a little more concern than his teammates might get. (At least after subtly checking the damage, anyway.)]
Sorry, I didn't see-- [She's not out cold is she?!]
lmfao no this is perfect
It's only when she spots something flying at her from the corner of her eye when she realizes she may have just fucked up, and even then, it's too late, because after that, everything goes white, and then black as she crumples to the ground.
Luckily for her as of yet-unseen attacker, however, Rin's...a little more resilient than the average bear. Magus. Whatever. There's a grunt of pain before she stirs...as well as, from Oikawa's viewpoint, a nasty red mark on the center of her forehead from where she got struck.]
---Ow! [Rin suddenly sits up, rubbing the injured spot, before she hears his voice---at which point she stares at him, then spots his uniform, and connects the dots upon spotting the fallen volleyball some paces away.
Needless to say, it's not the most pleasant line of logic, and her staring turns into a flustered, embarrassed glare.]
I-I'm fine! Maybe you need to work on paying attention! [BECAUSE WASN'T SHE EASY TO SPOT (no)....with a huff, she's about to get up and storm off, up until she makes a sharp movement and dizziness takes over.
Aoba Jousai, we have a Problem. Groaning, Rin falls to her knees.]
chokes and cries also sorry for the delay!!! idek what i've been doingthe past 4 days [bleak]
Sorry, sorry! [He tilts his head slightly.] It's difficult to stop the momentum once you're going, y'know? Did it-- ah!
[She's going down... I'm yelling timber--!! He reaches out as soon as he spots the signs, arm looping around her back, hooking onto her hip and drawing her to himself. It's a smooth motion, for what it's worth, and the smile on his face is even smoother.]
Hey... Don't move too much just yet, alright? Let me take a look-- [Not like he knows what he's looking for, but his free hand is brushing aside her hair, looking surprised at the red mark on her head.] Aaah... Maybe we should take you to the infirmary after all?
shoves tissue at, no worries!!
The casanova smile isn't particularly helping, either. It takes a while for Rin to be able to so much as form words, let alone any kind of sound whatsoever, until he goes and inspects her forehead, hand brushing away her hair. It's like the power's come back on after a freak outage, and she lets out a bizarre shriek-growl as she tries to back her head away from him.]
Alright, alright! I--- [Rin winces briefly; not like that slows her down much in terms of her tsun. She huffs.] ---I get it! You're...c-concerned, but do you really have to lean in so close?!
[She turns her head away with a 'hmph!' Meanwhile, they're attracting a fairly big crowd, including some of Oikawa's fangirls, who are shooting Rin dirty looks and mumbling amongst themselves. Swallowing somewhat, Rin grumbles, gingerly touching the injured spot on her head.
Yeah, they'd better get to the infirmary, if only to avoid further scrutiny.
Or attract more of it.
Either way, her head hurts and she should get it looked at. Rin gives Oikawa a pointed look, which is mostly a wince.]
But we'll call it even, okay? You can take me to the infirmary, and you can get back to your practice... [She pauses to roll her eyes at the fangirls continuing to emanate hater vibes behind her---] ...And your adoring fans.
[Firmly, she adds---]
And you don't need to carry me, okay? In fact, you can let go now!
shoves tissue up your nose
If I lean back much further I won't see if there's a bump, you know?
[Still he pulls away a little once she's secure enough, merely letting his hand linger firmly against the small of her back. He hovers, checking to see whether she wobbles at all. The faintest of wobbles though, and he'll insist on giving her a piggyback (that or insist Iwaizumi does it for him... who knows how that'll go.)]
Anyway, [he starts] it wouldn't be very fair of me to leave you in a state after almost knocking you out.
[He calls out to the coach, letting him know that he needs to run out for a minute. There's no argument, clearly showing who actually is more like the boss of the club here. Ah.]
sneezes
Real cute (----waitwhat), Captain Obvious. Rin's mouth curls into a half-growl, half-grimace.]
Well, considering my head feels like I took a kick to it, I'd say the answer is that, yes, there is a bump on my head!
[Grumbling and muttering miscellaneous disparaging things ("....think you're so smooth...ought to kick you...get that stupid grin off your...") under her breath, Rin makes an attempt at wriggling his hand off her back---she can feel everyone's, especially the fangirls', stares digging into her like a million daggers, which only makes Rin feel even more humiliated than before (and prevents her blushing from fading).
Which forces her to keep her focus on Oikawa to shake the growing apprehension off. Her mouth twists into a defiant sneer as she arches an eyebrow at him.]
Well, since you're insisting, I'll go so far as to let you walk me as far to the door of the infirmary. After that, I can handle things. Understood?
[She takes about two steps to the right before she ends up teetering, upon a flash of white briefly entering her vision.
She groans, immediately planting her right foot down to keep herself from falling over outright----she refuses.
......Goddammit. Rin growls in frustration.]
Not a word.
cute
I understand, I understand! There's no need to get even madder over this. [He lets his hand drop, but it's honestly not long after that she wobbles and he has to step over. He leans down in front of her, offering his back with a charming smile -- and to prove to her that he'll keep quiet, he doesn't say a word.
If she thinks this is going to be the end she's sadly mistaken.]
uwu
It's not as if she could refuse him, either, seeing as he's clearly willing to do her the favor----possibly questionable motives aside.
That would just be rude, and Rin's...just not that heartless. As much as she'll never admit that.
And he's enjoying this, too, as she quickly picked up on in that toothpaste-ad smile of his. She turns her head away defiantly, only to grimace as she hears his fangirls let out indignant shrieks. Meanwhile, a few of his teammates are either eyerolling or muttering things amongst themselves.
Rin grumbles, glowering off to the side as a few of the fangirls start taking pictures with their camera phones. With flash, which only makes her head hurt all the more, causing her to then bury her face a bit into Oikawa's shoulder.]
......Just make it quick!
[Or is that too much to ask? But when your name is Tohsaka Rin, nothing ever goes as planned.]
u//u
He shifts his hold on her as he straightens up, tugging her arms up and over his shoulders for a better grip. She's warm against his back, and while it's obviously a heavy weight compared to normal, it's nothing too bad.]
How demanding~ [It comes out as a sing song while he tries to hold back laughter, sauntering out of the gym like he has all the time in the world. He sure is making a show of this, enjoying how flustered she's getting. It's nice to know you have an effect on someone, after all.]
this thread is giving me high blood sugar tbh and it hurts so good
WELL EXCUSE HER, PRINCESS!
She splutter-scoffs before retorting:]
I-I didn't even ask for you to do this, so don't complain!
[Rin's at the worst crossroads she could ever find herself in. On one hand, she knows he's doing this on purpose. The fangirls are screaming and screeching all the more, and Rin's snarl becomes more and more pronounced as she raises her head up to glare at them while still flushed a ridiculous shade of borderline violet, subconsciously holding onto Oikawa more tightly to hold herself back from throwing a few Gandrs at them.
But, alas, magic is supposed to be secret, etc etc. The fangirls only cringe back at her, and start to follow Oikawa as he struts his way out of the gym and into the hallway like he's a fucking pop idol and this is the red carpet.
Go figure.
Rin hisses into his ear:]
Seriously?! Do you want them to get the wrong idea?!
[.......On the other hand, he does have a nice, sturdy grip and he is actually kind of handsome and a tiny, tiny part of her is flattered and----
----Upon seeing Rin lean toward him like she's doing, though, one fangirl screams in horror.
She herself immediately hangs her head, only to say firmly:]
After this, don't you dare try to look for me!
gets cavities etc etc :*
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what is freedom
something that could never be, apparently
obviously!!!!!!!
a girl can dream tho!!!!!
for now 8)
should i be scared......
nah
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rip im going to hell for this
j E S U S
pRAYS FERVENTLY
cHOKES
mY MOTHER DIDN'T RAISE ME LIKE THIS
uh huh SO YOU SAY?????
i sWEAR UPON MY VERY SOUL
LAUGHS
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because youre u
FOR GARBAGEKAWA: I DON'T THINK THIS WAS THE CAMPFIRE CUDDLES YOU WERE LOOKING FOR
Luckily for you, an impartial but merciful fate with absolutely no agenda whatsoever dictates that in every anime mountainous crisis there exists some form of shelter, even if it's just a hole in the ground. The same fate which is feeling particularly merciful(?) this time has provided you, within walking distance, what looks like the trappings of a slightly dilapidated but serviceable large lump of snow.
--If you were to approach from the right angle, it might even look like a cabin.
Even more interestingly, if you were to approach from an angle that let you discover that the literal snow cabin did in fact come with a door and one small window, you'd even be able to see the light shining from inside and what looks like traces of the door having been opened at some point in the recent past. It might be a good idea to ignore the strange, long trail of cleared snow that doesn't look like the tracks of anything human or animal leading that way; it's rapidly being wiped away by hailstones, anyway.
Now, what will you do?]
what the fuck tbh
[He's a little more used to cold weather than others in Japan, simply because Miyagi Prefecture is way more north than most and does at least get a healthy amount of snow in winter. What he isn't used to is a mountain hailstorm, however, and he has to wonder how he managed to get split up from the rest of his team in weather like this.
He's sneezing when he shuffles over to the door, giving it a knock while praying someone actually answers. His toes and fingers are going too numb to be a comfort, and lord only knows he needs those to play volleyball.]
Is anyone home?
stop dying in all our threads...... delicate volleyflora
Whether Oikawa manages to gather the courage to push it open or merely peeks through the cracks while lumps of hail smack him in the head -- the cabin itself looks fairly simple, small and made of dark wood with minimal furnishings and maybe a threadbare rug or two, but there's a roaring fire toasting up the place.
In front of it, the looming silhouette of a someone with a fluttering something tied on his head; there's a pause where the scene crystallizes -- then an arm rises, there's the distinct and brilliant flash of a well-polished knife, and another THUMP as it falls onto whatever's going on in front of the fireplace.]
... The hell do you want? You're letting the storm in.
[Oops. Looks like that door creak was louder than you thought it was.]
omg this is a week old ... sry fyre
This is like something out of a horror movie.
Iwa-chan... Why did you leave him behind?!] Sorry for the intrusion. [He says it like a sing song, with an apologetic smile on his face.] I ended up trapped because of the storm. Could I stay until it blows over?
grumpycat--i mean KENMA
wrongright? Whatever it is, there's this giant-ass ball pit with Nekoma's name on it, and Kuroo can't find Kenma anywhere.Which means— ]
WHO THE HELL PUSHED HIM IN THERE?! [ DON'T WORRY KENMA HE'LL SAVE YOU— ]
grumpycat grumpycat what are they feeding you-- it's not your faaaault
All in all, it's a mess.
Any movement he does make is slow too, such as when he stretches his leg out, so there's little indication of where he is. Good luck, Kuroo.]
balls
He wouldn't have been as panicky if it were anyone else stuck under there, but this was Kenma, so… It may only be a matter of time.
Of course, keeping one's balance where the ground's constantly shifting and he keeps having to fish small children out of his way is a bit of a challenge in and of itself, and Kuroo's once excellent footwork is rendered useless in the face of thousands of balls as far as the eye can see—
Is that a volleyball shoe? ]
Kenma!! Don't move, I'm coming— [ Crap, in his haste he slips over something and next thing he knows he's buried deep in balls. ]
a h
The problem is that the crash throws even more balls over Kenma's body and now it is starting to get hard to breathe.
Thanks, Kuroo...]
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Ok look. There are kids around here. Kuroo keeps fishing out the wrong one from underneath all those balls and shoving back down in frustration. He's worried sick that Kenma's suffocating but where does he even begin to search now that everyone's disappeared in a sea of everything a cat should ever want and then some.
—no he will not get distracted!! Somewhere out there is his best friend, and Kuroo's keeping his head above the surface as he practically swims his way over, straining his ears to catch even the barest whiff of sound (other than the children playing noisily around him, anyway), his hands groping ahead of him for a wayward limb… ]
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His eyes lid, slowly shutting and his oxygen levels slowly sink.
A nap... wouldn't hurt, right? Too bad it has the risk of coming with eternal sleep.]
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Kenma? [ He grabbed at an ankle, ascertained that it was, in fact, his best friend's foot before he started digging around in the balls after the rest of him. ]
Kenma!! Can you hear me? [ Please don't be dead— ]
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--loud. [It's the last of a sentence, but the rest is muffled by how many balls still lie in their way.]
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Kenma!! [ HE COULD ALMOST CRY TEARS OF JOY but no he's just reaching out with both hands to grab him and haul him upright. And maybe onto his back if they can manage it. He'll swim them to safety!!
Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief first, however. ]
You can still breathe… Damn it, quit worryin' me like that.
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I didn't do it on purpose. [No, he was most definitely shoved in there, maybe even picked up and dunked in. Their teammates are cruel this week.]
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