aroceu's fic“The risk I took was calculated – but man, am I bad at math.”
A collaboration with renaissance
Oikawa asks him if he still jogs in the mornings, still brushes his teeth in the shower, still wears the grey joggers that he and Oikawa had bought matching together.
She dries her hands off on Shoyo’s shirt and lifts it over his shoulders and head. Her fingers are warm but the paint is cold and it makes him shiver when she colors his collar bones navy blue. She accents each of his ribs slowly. It tickles but he tries not to squirm.
Tooru loves aliens. Koushi happens to be one.
Koushi concludes that he’s probably the best to handle Oikawa right now. He doesn’t necessarily dread it, but Oikawa’s now saying, “I’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” and Koushi decides that while the sober, competitive Oikawa on the volleyball court is a slightly different person, Koushi has the same small level of patience for each.
It’s Tobio’s last day of middle school when he finds the crow.
“I didn’t plan on spending my weekend groveling at Kageyama Tobio’s front door,” Kindaichi’s shouting, wriggling in Kunimi’s grasp.
Tobio says, “Er.”
Kunimi turns to him, innocently like he’s not clutching his best friend in a death grip. “Hi, Kageyama-kun,” he says. “Do you have a few minutes to spare?”
“nice toss,” said hinata. “i didn’t know you owned a volleyball, santa. what are you doing?”
“Hey, your game thing is green!” Kuroo grabs at it before Kenma can. “What are you playing? You have someone new at your gate? I don’t see any gate.”
“Stop it,” whines Kenma, pawing at him.
Kuroo keeps it out of his reach. “Oh! That’s the gate. Huh. It doesn’t look like a gate. And—ooh, you StreetPassed Shoyo five times now! ‘I’d like to visit your town’? What does that mean?”