PSL/Meme Continuation Post

[bluecastleace]

for PSLs & meme thread continuation

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[kunimeh]

iwaizumi-senpai

u know im the last person to listen to talk ok but
there is Talk going around abt last night

[bluecastleace]

[Oh Lord, here we go.]

Weird how you’d know that for someone who isn’t listening.

[selfefface]

Did you deliberately leave this dark, massive hickey on my thigh?
And if so, did you position it with the length of volleyball practice shorts in mind?

[Someone's unintentionally showing off a war wound in practice today and the team is abuzz.]

[bluecastleace]

[This is the first text he receives after that weekend - granted it’s only Monday morning, but.

[Whoops.]

Something tells me I should start apologizing.

[infeariority]

[With the way they'd grown up together, it had seemed a given that he and Iwaizumi would end up sharing an apartment together once they'd been scouted for the same university. Something about that bugs Tooru, that they're doing what's expected of them, but it's easily chalked up to his desire to surprise people. To be the one surpassing expectations, rather than falling into them. It doesn't bother him enough to bring it up to his friend, though, especially when he knows there'd be no point to it.

So, he dutifully scouts an apartment out with Iwaizumi, with enough useless whining to makeup for what he hasn't been able to put into words, and they move in a week before the term's supposed to start.]

Iwa-chan~ [Voice pitched in that certain tone that he knows will annoy Iwaizumi the most, Tooru pokes his head into his new apartment-mate's room.] Wow, what a mess! Is this what living with you is going to be like?

[As if he and Iwaizumi haven't spent a good chunk of their time in each other's rooms since they were kids.]

[bluecastleace]

[Here Oikawa is thinking about how obnoxious it is that he’s fallen into the expectation of living with Iwaizumi - meanwhile, Iwa would be nothing less than butthurt if he’d suggested anything else (and Oikawa probably knows that). It’s not like he’d want to live with some random stranger - of course you’re going to live with him, you little shit.

[That won’t stop Iwaizumi from acting irritated by the entire situation himself, though, especially when Oikawa sticks his head in the door and criticizes his bedroom while he’s dead in the middle of unpacking a box.

[He turns to glare at him, voice already raised beyond it’s usual volume before he even gets two words out.] Does it look like I’m finished unpacking, asshole?

[selfefface]

[They've texted novels back and forth to each other over the past few weeks, met up when they found the time, messed around when they found the time and the privacy, and even Shirabu's chilly heart can't deny that it's been fully thawed and is now beating fiercely for Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi alone. There are a million reasons not to take things to the next level and a billion things that will likely try to stand in their way, but...]

I want you to be my boyfriend. Will you be my boyfriend?

[But Shirabu likes it, so he's gonna put a title on it.]

You get a novel anyway whoops! Simple text thread who?

[bluecastleace]

[Iwa’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out to see the now familiar contact name - Shirabu Kenjiro. Funny how it brings a smile to his face every time now, and pleasant twist to his stomach. He opens the message just as casual as ever, excited as always to engage in any and all conversation with the boy who’s been occupying his mind nonstop over the past few weeks - and it is exciting, partially because Iwaizumi never really knows what to expect when he opens these messages.

[What he reads today when he opens his phone hits him like a wrecking ball to the gut. He freezes where he’d been walking, stares at his phone like the message is in another language.

[And then the twisting in his stomach erupts into a wild flurry of butterflies.

[“Boyfriend”, he says, just as forward as ever - and so sure sounding too. It stops Iwaizumi from giving in to the urge to double check.

[Shirabu wants this, wants him, even despite all the bullshit.

[And Iwaizumi wants it too. But what to say? There’s really only one way to put it, right?

[Nothing if not straightforward, Shirabu.]

Yes.

[That should be enough, right? And yet it feels lacking somehow. He wants him to know, really know—-]

I want that too. Yes.

you know what it is

[kindorkchi]

Hey nii-san are you busy?

Omg that journal name

[bluecastleace]

Yep.
Fuck off unless you’re bleeding.

two days later

[kunimeh]

so are mom and dad still fighting

[bluecastleace]

[He’s been dreading this. Can’t you just let his humiliation die in peace, Kunimi?]

Not fighting. [Not quite back to normal, but...not fighting.] So I’m an idiot. Go ahead and laugh it up.

[lempereur]

[ It's quiet in Miyagi.

The nights are quiet, the streetlights off at a reasonable hour and the entire street asleep at the same time. The mornings are quiet, no honking from traffic or screeching of metal from subways. The walks home are quiet, just twilight and the gentle chirps of cicadas. Even the school is quiet, compared to the much bigger, much busier school he went to in Tokyo before he blew up his entire life, got the man who raised him put in jail, ended up with a social worker on speed dial and an uncle he didn't know existed until last month.

The sights in Miyagi are beautiful, mountains and streams and trails and trees, things he didn't get in the city. The change of pace is good for inspiration, even if he's further away from where he needs to be to really make it in the art world. But it's quiet. Unsettingly quiet.

There was some buzz around him when he arrived, the transfer kid from the city someone swore they saw on the news a while back, but Yusuke shies away from the attention. He's polite, but not outgoing, the gossips lose their interest after a couple weeks, and from there, Yusuke is back to where he's always been - alone and observing others from afar.

It's in his yearning for the noise of the city that he follows a group of giggling girls into the gymnasium after school. They're oohing and ahhing over one of the volleyball players - he's aware that this school has a good team, from checking out the school's trophy case, but he never had much interest in sports, himself. The passion it takes to truly succeed at it is admirable, so he certainly doesn't look down on such pursuits, it's just that his own passion and talent is elsewhere. He's an artist...and athletes make for good anatomical studies.

Yusuke sits in the front row of the stands, the very corner seat above where the manager sits, looking down on the volleyball practice for a minute before taking a sketchbook from his bag. The girls are cheering for Oikawa-san, and it's not hard to guess why. He's tall, attractive, appears to be skilled (although Yusuke's knowledge of the game starts and stops with don't let the ball touch the ground), and...one of his teammates is yelling at him. Yusuke can't tell what it's about, but he finds the idea of the team captain getting scolded amusing.

The boy doing the yelling is in Yusuke's class, he's pretty sure, but he can't recall his name. Iwa-something. Regardless, he reminds him of someone he knew, back in Tokyo, a jock with spiked hair who wasn't afraid to let you know if something was on his mind. He draws that boy for the duration of the practice, at least half a dozen times, until they're calling it quits for the day and Yusuke leans over the railing for one last look at him and...drops his sketchbook onto the gym floor, not just revealing who exactly has captured his attention for the last few hours, but creasing the page that was in progress.

Mortifying. ]

[bluecastleace]

[Honestly, who knows what Iwaizumi was yelling at Oikawa for during practice? It could have been any number of things, and probably was a few numbers in fact, but the tension seems to have faded by the time practice ends. As focused as he is on his sport - always, always focused - he definitely didn’t notice anybody sketching from the stands while they played, but when he hears a thud hit the gym floor, he glances over and sees Yusuke staring at the discarded sketchbook with a disdainful look on his face. He jogs over without thinking about it, snatches the book up from off the ground and goes to hand it back to the artist, but just as he’s about to hand it off, he notices the sketches, the subject of which looks...unnervingly familiar.

[He frowns, furrows his brow and flips through a couple pages. He raises an eyebrow and puts his eyes on Yusuke. So this is...awkward.]

This yours? [He doesn’t hand it back quite yet. You’ve got some explaining to do, Yusuke.]

For Kindaichi

[bluecastleace]

Hey, Kindaichi. What are you doing right now?

[A not-so-subtle way of wondering where Kunimi is since he hasn’t been able to get an answer out of him yet today, but he’s hoping Kindaichi is too dumb to notice that.

[And since when is Iwaizumi one to act like a spurned puppy dog over a kohai (over Oikawa, sure, but—)? The poor kid probably just set his phone down somewhere or fell asleep, but Iwa is worried about him - or is it just that he’s anxious on his own behalf? A strange territory has just recently been crossed into. He’s just trying to figure out how to navigate it.

[Right?

[Right.]

[kindorkchi]

Hey senpai!!

Nothing right now, I had plans with Kunimi but I think he's having one of his nap-comas 😩 What's up?

For Kunimi

[bluecastleace]

Hey Kunimi. Wake up already.

Re: For Kunimi

[kunimeh]

omg im uuuuuuup

cant believe u sent kindaichi after me
rude

because why not

[kunimeh]

look at these nerds

[And Kunimi sends this picture. No, he's not feeling lonely and sentimental because his boyfriend is away at university, why would you think that?]

[bluecastleace]

[Oh no, oof, ouch, what a picture - and yet the contact name it’s sent under warms his heart considerably. If Kunimi could see the small smile that’s spreading out on his lips, there’s a good chance he’d melt.]

Assholes, every one of em. Especially that fucker on his knees.

for @visualized

[bluecastleace]

((ooc: continued from here.))

what your doing is guaranteeing an ass kicking

FACE ME LIKE A MAN, SHITTYKAWA

[visualized]

you can't kick my ass over muffins and cupcakes, iwachan.

that's actually the lamest way to go.

i said i was going to do it

[kimihiros]

(Another day, another several hours asleep on his bed. Maru and Moro wake him up, hugs and fights atop of him before he grumpily tells them not to quarrel on top of him. It's a day like any other, the presence of a known customer hitting him not too long before he changed traditional sleepwear into something much more majestic.

The red, flowery kimono drags behind him as he makes his way towards the entrance. Maru and Moro accompany him, and he takes a large drag of his pipe as they open the door. Politely, the witch bows.)

I see you found your way here again, Iwaizumi. How may I assist you?

tfln continuation

[kingofmycastle]

... is Iwa-chan asexual?

[That would be the worst news of Oikawa's entire life, but he'd also want to respect it - yes, he should probably respect Iwa's wishes regardless, but just being a prude isn't as important as this would be!]

[bluecastleace]

No. I just don’t feel like sharing my business with everyone I meet.

OR hearing about other people’s.

It’s lame.