Sunshineh219

≺ ;♔ ≻ as far as usual routines go, it was everyday that she found herself sitting on a bench, waiting, always waiting for the same person for every single day. it was always outside of her school’s gym, the squeaking of sneakers and thuds like thunder claps hitting, skin on volleyball, as training continued to stretch. ( she was the wind ; steady and flowing and uncontainable. it does not stop for anything, does not stop in general. often unseen but always felt, strong to make things bow but feeble to make things sway. ) there were times when she fell asleep in wait, the cold, harsh air kissing her cheek and moving

He hates it. He hates that certain fact probably a little bit too much that it's starting to distract him each time he looks at your direction. And there your are, a column and a row apart from him, your head resting on your palm as you explain to a very eager Hinata the difficult equation the teacher asked you to solve on the board a while ago. Even the usually unsociable Kageyama is leaning irritatingly close beside you, listening intently at your every word. Damn. He hates it. Why is it that you - a transfer student who joined their class just two weeks ago, chose to sit on the empty spot beside Hinata instead of the one beside him?

             The soft rays of the setting sun spread in the classroom, the pungent smell of rubbing alcohol filling your nostrils, and the low hisses escaping your slightly wounded boyfriend's lips entering your ears. Your fingers would tenderly clean the several small wounds on his face, a worried look adorning your features. You knew deep down that the cuts on his face were not ultimately dangerous, but seeing the blood made you freak out a bit. Maybe more than a bit. "How many times do I have to say it to convince you to get sports glasses, Tsukki? What I've feared actually happened," you sighed, fumbling through the first-aid kit for mor

insomniac [ in-som-nee-ak ] noun. a person who suffers from insomnia, the inability, especially when chronic, to obtain sufficient sleep, through difficulty in falling or staying asleep ----- { . . . 4: 52 a.m. }    Sighing, you shift your restless eyes to the window right beside your bed. The soft pitter-patter of rain helping you calm down a bit. You know you weren't going to get any sleep tonight, and that means a bad day at school. The only thing keeping you from getting precious sleep was the unfortunate internet addiction you have. It seems as if everytime you put your electronic down, you immediately want to check for any new updat

"[Name], [Name]! Look what I have for you!!" There was an extra heap of buoyancy springing from the corners of his orotund voice, and you knew in that moment that something nettlesome was going to be querulously shoved in your face. Bokuto's potent steps resounded through the hallways while you stayed lounging on the couch, but seconds later he skittered into the living room with something hidden behind his back. You shifted gawkily in your seat, staring up at his heighten figure in the utmost curiosity. "What is it?" you questioned incredulously, instinctively switching from his slanted orbs to his bulky arms to scrutinize any detail on wha

Words on your homework papers started to make no sense to you; while you were bright in class, you did not, in any way, enjoy the thought of studying. Maybe your homeroom wasn’t the best place to study – it was noisy and your classmates were boisterous; you should’ve gone to the library instead even if food wasn’t allowed inside. Was lunch really worth it? You guessed it wasn’t. The food you had eaten doesn’t even deserve to be called lunch, it was more of a petty snack than a full meal. To distract yourself from your hunger to resume studying, you silently and secretly opened a small pack of gum, hoping