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19. “So why did I have to punch that guy?”
“Kuro!” Kenma calls, and for once Kuroo sees him speeding through the hallways (well, as speedy as Kenma gets, anyways,) desperately trying to reach for his best friend. Among the crowd, Kuroo spots a shadow with quickened pace, eyes narrowing at the second year chasing Kenma.
Kuroo instinctively moves towards Kenma. Thankfully the hallway isn’t too crowded, Kuroo reaching Kenma with ease. Kenma gets behind him, hands pressed flat on his back, hiding behind him, Kuroo a shield.
“Who’s that guy?”
“Don’t know,” Kenma replies quick, the second year getting closer by the second.
“What does he want?”
“Don’t know,” he says, and Kuroo can feel Kenma’s tight grip on his shirt, shaky hands surely causing the fabric to crumple.
“Oi, Kenma—” the second-year boy shouts. Kuroo squares his shoulders. The boy reaches around him, grabs Kenma by the shoulders.
“Don’t you dare try to run you lil’—”
Without a warning, Kuroo pulls his fist back and punches him. The boy stumbles to the floor, holding his bleeding nose. The whole hallway is silent, Kuroo turning around and pushing Kenma out of the area. They go into an empty class, and Kuroo checks if Kenma is alright. When his anxiety calms, Kuroo asks.
“So why did I have to punch that guy?”
“He beat me at a game and I threw his phone at the wall.”
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1. “Come here.” “Why?” “Just come here.” “No. You’re gonna hit me.”
“I won’t. Just come here.”
Tooru slowly stands up from where he’s been, leaning slumped against the door frame, tentative as he walks towards Hajime sitting on his bed. The boil of the fight 30 minutes before has simmered, but the sluggish way Tooru is moving tells Iwaizumi that he’s jumpy with guilt.
Hajime opens his arms, and when Tooru comes, he’s enveloped, Hajime’s warmth and safety and comfort, and Hajime hears Tooru sniffle.
“I’m sorry,” he hears and Hajime just wants to shush him, to kiss him and shut him up because it’s not Tooru’s fault, it’s him as well. But Hajime’s quiet, lets Tooru let it out, lets his damn break.
“I shouldn’t have pushed you away.”
Hajime kisses his hair, let’s Tooru talk, the swirl of the storm raging within him, fierce, but Hajime’s resolve is fiercer. He’s patient with Tooru, holding him close until Tooru stops talking. Peppered kisses, cupped face and a whispered promise is what he gives.
6. “I taught you how to pick locks, and this is how you use that skill?”
“Hey, it’s Kuroo, keeping you company this evening! Now, I want to do something a little different this evening.”
“You and I are going to bare all, and I’d love to hear about your favourite memory from when you were with your ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend. So, do give me a call! This is ‘All we know’ coming up next.”
Muting his mic, Kuroo pushes his headphones down, checking how much time he has before having to go on air again. It’s cold in the radio studio, and to make things worse it’s winter. Luckily, he brought gloves today, or he’s sure his fingers would freeze off.
A ring sounds through from the station phone, right about time, he thinks, and Kuroo brings his headphones back up.
“Hey! I’m just gonna take a minute to brief you before we go live in about a minute, okay? Can I get your name, please?”
“It’s me,” and Kuroo stops breathing, eyes shot wide.
“…Kenma?” He asks, breathless, ears red hot, blood racing in his chest because, could it be?
“Hi—Hi!” He says, stumbling because how long has it been since he last heard from him? The soft voice continues to lilt through the phone.
“How’ve you been?”
“Uhm, good, good! I’ve been good! Somehow ended up as a Dj, y’know? Never even thought of it back then,” he laughs, flustered; how is he even supposed to act? He checks the time on the display.
“Hey, we’re gonna go live in about 20 seconds, are you sure you wanna do this? We can always—”
“Don’t worry,” he hears, “I won’t mention your name.”
“Okay then,” his heart continues racing, “We’re going live in 3, 2, 1…”
“Hey, it’s Kuroo here keeping you company and I have someone on the line with me right now, let me just put him through…” a click, and, “Hey there!”
“Tell me about your favourite memory with your ex.”
“I was on the volleyball team in high school. In my second year, my team made it to nationals. We trained hard, I even had blisters on the tips of my fingers and I always tried to avoid training back then. We lost though, at nationals. At the time, my ex and I used to live on the same street. When we walked home together, I cried because it was frustrating to have lost. It was the first time I felt any kind of emotion after a match.”
“Seeing me cry, must have shocked him. He took me back home and we ate ice cream and cake under my blankets. Eventually, I fell asleep while he was holding me.”
“That’s nice,” Kuroo’s smiling, a root of regret in his heart. “Do you still think about him?”
“It’s been 5 years since we broke up,” the soft voice replies. Kuroo’s smile turns crooked. He knows, he knows.
“But,” the voice continues, “I do. Often.”
The call has gone on longer than what he’s allowed, but Kuroo can’t help himself. He wants to know. “Do you have any regrets?”
“Yes but,” there’s a click behind him, Kuroo whips around.
“I don’t want to regret anymore.”
Kenma taps on his phone screen, ending the call. Kuroo watches his phone screen go black, hears the beep through his headphones.
And now Kenma is right in front of him.
In a second, Kuroo’s got him in his arms, tight, Kenma pressed against his chest.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” Kenma replies, a familiar silver pin glinting between his fingers. Kuroo let’s our a hearty laugh.
“I taught you how to pick locks, and this is how you use that skill?”
From Kuroo’s smile, Kenma knows he’s not complaining.
I had the most amazing opportunity to go to episode they taped last night. Sorry I coulnd’t post any spoilers, my phone was out of battery and I just came back from LA.
I just wanted to say: JIM SMILED AT MEEEEEE!!!! And Kunal gave me thumbs up!!!!
As always, between takes and scenes, the audience needs to be entertained and Mark, who’s been there since the pilot as he said it himself last night, encouraged people on the audience to play some games and have fun. Once, he wasked if someone wanted to share some talent in fron of the audince, I raised my hand and I was asked to go down there and do it. So, my talent is that I know how to do Sheldon’s rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock speech. I did it once, and the audicne was really surprise. I was facing the audience, so I couldn’t see behind my back. One of my friends told me Kunal was staring at me. So, once I finished, Mark asked me to turn around and do it again for Kunal, Jim was there, but her was distracted. I believe he was reading his lines again, so anyway, I did the speech again, Kunal raised his thumbs at me and then JIM LOOKED AT ME AND HE SMILEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!HE DID IT!!!!!! it was like 4 seconds, but believe me that’s the best moment in my life. JIM PARSONS SMILED AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
I still cannot beliebe how lucky I was, then I understood that it is not just about luck, we have to do our part to, and have courage and make things happen. I could’ve just stayed there instead of gathering the guts to stand up and do my speech.
I just wanted to share that with you guys.
If you want to know spoilers about the last episode, I’m open to it!!
BTW, Mayim’s mom was three lines in front of me, she looks just like Mayim!! same nose, same smile, everything!
“Don’t worry,” Matsukawa says as he places his finger on the trigger. “I got you.”
He grabs Oikawa’s face and gives him a kiss. Gentle, then hot, passionate and wet; the hand without the gun sneaking to his hair, tugging the curls.
He hears Oikawa moan, the other’s body pressing him into the wall, hips aligned, thighs touch.
“Mattsun,” Oikawa whispers against his lips, careful of being quiet, the adrenaline of being open and vulnerable coursing through them.
Matsukawa himself growls, tilting downwards to press his teeth gently into the flesh between Oikawa’s shoulder and neck.
They hear two shots, two resounding smacks and Matsukawa feels something hard hit him mid-back, his body convulsing against Oikawa. He notices Oikawa has got some red on his face and hair, his nose scrunched up in shock.
“I would ask what you guys are doing, but I think your position and that mark on Oikawa’s neck makes it obvious enough.”
Matsukawa quickly turns and points his paint gun at Hanamaki, firing at him once before Oikawa joins in. Hanamaki runs back behind the artificial wall, effectively concealing himself from the flying balls of paint.
Now that he’s gone, Oikawa huffs, fingers combing through his hair, his impatient attempt at removing the paint. A few seconds pass before he gives up, knowing the effort was futile. He puffs, cheeks round with air, annoyance prominent on his features.
Matsukawa chuckles, kissing him chastely before readjusting his grip on his trigger.
“Don’t be angry, sweetheart. Let’s can settle the score with revenge.”
14. “You’ve gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
Yachi blushes, because Tsukishima isn’t one for romance, let alone to say something even remotely romantic.
“W-What?” she asks, face ablaze because she can’t think of anything she said that could’ve made Tsukki say that.
“It’s nothing,” he starts, squinting his eye slightly, and Yachi recognises that expression. He’s thinking.
“It’s just… when you talk about art, or photography, or design,” he names, “you get very into it,” Yachi’s face lights up more, “and it’s cute.”
‘Cute’ is the last straw, and Yachi’s brain fries as her whole body glows with red.
“I can see the steam coming out your head,” Tsukishima teases. Both him and Yachi can’t help but smile.
“Stop it,” she chides, fingertips lightly touching his forearm, ghosting along the length of it before slipping in between his long fingers. His thumb strokes her hand, small and soft within his own calloused ones, and it feels like home.
“You wanted to kiss me?” she asks, and Tsukki tries to keep his calm expression but she reads him, sees the way the tips of his ears turn pink and he nods his head yes. She challenges him before her courage is lost.