້ ͙穂⃘ ⃘ ̷ ̈ ᷂

̷     guess  what.   i   lub   u    more.    
            
            &.               @bitterheals.  

mhm!   *   he  replied  simply,   nodding  as  he  grinned  as  well,   arms  crossed  over  his  chest  before  he  paused,   *   me?   COOL?   nooo  way.   you’re  the  coolest   —

..    you..       think   i’m   cool?      *    freckled  cheeks  turning  a  soft,    warm  pink,    that  token  beaming  grin  adorned  her  lips  as   she  leaned  down  to  pick  up  the  volleyball  at  her  feet.    *       well,      villager  b,     i  think  you’re   cooler.   
            
            &.               @volleymanage. 

mhm,   you  really  look  cool  when  you’re  jumping  up  so  high  and  hitting  those  sets  perfectly.   ya  know?

/    casual  bls,   maybe  ecstatic    ???

/⠀flustered 

ㅤㅤ⁄ㅤsoft - ish  or  something  here  &  competitive  on  oikawa!!

@spikings ,,   yeah,  you’re so fucking cute.  and dinner?  what kind of foods do you like?

m—marry   me?     w—well..     you  g—gotta   take  me  to  dinner,    first!  
            
            &.               @grlwoods. 

i  know,    i  know—     but   ‘m   so  HUNGRY!   my  stomach’s   /   eating  /    itself.       *   groaning  for  emphasis,   her  arm  clutched  her  waist,    an  impatient  sigh  escaping  slightly  parted  lips.    her  own  amber  hues  turned  to  give  the  taller  an  exaggeratedly  plaintive  glance.     *        ..carry  me  suga? 
            
            &.               @volleydaddy.    

/    meat**   uh

it  looks  like  it  would  hurt.    *   the  shorter  replied,    eyes  squinting  to  inspect  it  before  she  spoke  excitably.    *    i  want  one!    but  somewhere  boring  compared  to  yours.    *   turning  her  head,    she  tapped  the  outer  shell  of  her  ear,   near  the  top.   *     a  second  one  up  here!    but..   i  admire  yours.      you  look   so..    cool! 
            
            &.               @ragingdrums. 

ㅤㅤcareful.  [  a  quiet,  amused  laugh,  wrapped  palm  landing  on  the  smaller's  shoulder  to  steady  her.  after  a  moment,  she  retracts  it,  crossing  lithely  muscled  arms  over  her  chest  and  cocking  her  head  to  the  side,  mannerisms  akin  to  that  of  a  curious  cats'  ]  not  to  advertise,  but  you  should  come  by  one,  if  you're  so  interested.  i  like  to  imagine  it'll  give  you  the  same  rush  volleyball  does.  until  then  ..  [  eyes  glance  to  the  side,  at  the  looming  punching  bag,  before  a  small  (  perhaps  mischevious )  grin  alights  pale  features  ]  wanna  try?  i  can  give  you  a  few  tips,  make  sure  you  don't  hurt  yourself.  it's  ..  fun.

.      *     the   little  ginger’s   eyes  grew  wide  as  she  watched  the  other’s  swift  movements,     flinching  every  time  the  dull  ‘    thwack   ’   of  the  other  girl’s  knuckles  hit  the  punching  bag.   it’s  like  she  knew  EXACTLY  where  to  hit  and  EXACTLY  how  to  hit  it—   and  that  expertise  was  enough  to  make  a  soft,   warm  hue  light  up  her  freckled  cheeks.    waiting  till  the  girl  finished  and  began  to  speak,   hinata  clapped  excitedly,   her admiration  and  genuine  shock  evident  in  her  bright  expression.   *        w—ow!    you..    you’re   AMAZING!    n’   look  how  HEAVY  that  thing  is!     *  unable  to  contain  that  exuberance,    the  shorter  jumped  to  her  feet,   stepping  slightly  closer  to  feel  the  weight  of  the  bag.  on  its  way  swinging  back  she  extended  her  arms  to  just  FEEL  the  power,    however  the  weight  of  the  thing  nearly  knocked  her  off  her  feet,   a   soft   ‘   oomph  ’   leaving  her.   she  smiled  a  big,   toothy  smile  before  replying.    *     a  match?    honestly..    no,   never.    
            
            &.               @FUCKMERCY. 

ㅤㅤ[  it  takes  a  moment  for  her  to  enter  the  correct  headspace.  standing  here,  talking  to  hinata  —  it  was  fucking  her  up.  normally,  she  could  focus  on  the  fight,  no  problem.  this  was  different.  / this /  was  impressing  a  single,  cute  girl,  instead  of  surviving  a  match,  and  somehow  ..  that  sounded  twice  as  life-threatening  and  dangerous.  shaking  her  head  vigorously,  himari  finally  responds  ]  it  is.  like  any  sport,  though,  it's  dangerous.  [  murmuring  softly,  she  double-checks  the  bindings  on  her  fingers  before  steadying  the  red  bag.  a  quiet  inhale,  the  tensing  of  muscles  —  and  she  strikes.  1-6-3-2.  jab-right,  uppercut-left,  hook-right  hand  —  switch  to  a  jab-cross-hook-cross.  overwhelm  the  opponent.  finish  it  with  a  jab-jab-cross-uppercut.  the  bag  swings  violently  as  the  noiret  catches  her  breath,  taking  a  quiet  step  away,  and  lowers  her  burning  hands  ]  ever  watched  a  boxing  match  before?