an isolated instance of 'dumbass'. i suppose it counts as language??
They probably came out pretty caricaturised >.< This is an A+++ prompt though!
Word Count: 1099
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nyatsurou: who was that o1kawa: my hot friend (✿´ ꒳ `) nyatsurou: who was that o1kawa: you would know if you were paying attention in high school 凸（￣ヘ￣） nyatsurou: sorry i only remember the people who made it to nationals o1kawa has left the chat. nyatsurou: seriously though who was that
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It’s 6am in the morning. If it weren’t for the fact that Kuroo’s voice is more annoying than five of his alarm clocks combined, Tooru wouldn’t think twice about leaving him to freeze outside. It shouldn’t be possible for a human voice to sink through two pillows, several layers of comforter and an entire lounge room. “Why,” he says, looking at Kuroo. “Why are you here.”
“That’s no way to treat a friend,” says Kuroo indignantly. “I wanted to see how you were doing. Also, do you have notes for that lecture from Thursday?”
“I do, but you’re not getting them.” Tooru traipses back through the living room and puts a hand on the doorknob. “I’m going to sleep. Do whatever, but shut up while you’re at it.”
Iwaizumi grunts. “Is he gone?”
“He’s in the house,” Tooru says, flinging an arm over him. “Now my feet are cold.”
“I’m going to kill him when I wake up,” vows Iwaizumi, burrowing deeper into the mattress. “I will strangle him with my bare hands and hang him over your balcony as a warning to any of your other insane friends.”
The sheer fury in Iwaizumi’s sleepy voice makes Tooru grin. “Just go to sleep,” he laughs, and dreams of Kuroo asking him for Iwaizumi’s hand in marriage.
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When he plods down to the kitchen a couple of hours later, Iwaizumi is laughing with Kuroo by the stove, and Tooru feels incredibly, inexplicably betrayed.
“Breakfast, Trashykawa.” Iwaizumi slides over a plate. There is a single piece of toast on it, buttered. Tooru doesn’t mean to be rude, but he went shopping with Iwaizumi two nights ago, and the scent of pancakes hangs in the air.
“Where are my pancakes?”
“You eat too much sugar as is,” Iwaizumi says, ignoring Tooru’s obligatory what are you, my mum?
Kuroo sidles over and leans in close to Iwaizumi’s ear. “You know how to take care of a man,” he says. “I respect reliable people.”
Tooru snorts, choking on his slice of toast. But Iwaizumi nods and smiles, a dark stain creeping up his neck, and suddenly things aren’t quite so funny anymore.
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nyatsurou: so like. i have too much food. o1kawa: no nyatsurou: it’s gonna go bad, so i thought o1kawa: nO nyatsurou: since i’m such a kind person and a good friend o1kawa: ok firstly i am the kinder friend here o1kawa: and nyatsurou: can i come over? o1kawa: did they not teach you to read in nekoma nyatsurou: they did but i was too busy going to nationals o1kawa: YOU DIDN’T EVEN WIN nyatsurou: i’ll be over in five o1kawa: i hate you i’m locking the door and taking iwa-chan with me nyatsurou has left the chat
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“Iwa-chan, we have to run.”
Iwaizumi whacks him in the shoulder, which Tooru thinks is incredibly unfair, considering that he’s trying his best to protect Iwaizumi’s virtue. When he tries to explain this to Iwaizumi, he’s met with a sigh and a barely-hidden smile. “I can take care of myself, dumbass.”
He likes him, Tooru thinks in amazement. He actually likes him.
He’s always trusted Iwaizumi. But it’s young Iwa-chan’s first time falling in proper unrequited love. As a senior in all things romance-related, it’s Tooru’s duty to make sure Iwaizumi’s first time is good enough to be his only time.
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o1kawa: i have a thing for you o1kawa has sent a file. nyatsurou: is this a quiz? nyatsurou: ‘name three things that made iwa-chan cry when he was five’ oikawa i’m not sure this is a fair quiz o1kawa: of course it’s a fair quiz i can answer them all with my eyes closed ☆＾∇゜) nyatsurou: i want to slap that emoji nyatsurou: and i’m coming over i need help o1kawa: i’m not helping you no cheating nyatsurou: i wasn’t going to ask you anyway o1kawa: DON’T COME nyatsurou has left the chat.
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Kuroo comes with flowers. He comes with volleyballs. He comes with takeaway agedashi tofu from that one store you have to line up for hours to get into. Tooru tried to get takeaway from there once and the chef yelled at him. Kuroo’s clearly bribing someone, somewhere.
Iwaizumi scrunches his nose at the flowers, takes the volleyballs, and scarfs down the agedashi tofu. He laughs too loud when Kuroo cracks jokes and blushes when he thinks nobody’s looking, and Kuroo might not be, but Tooru sees everything.
It becomes rather entertaining, so he gets himself a bag of popcorn and makes a show of crunching it loudly while watching them stammer at one another.
“Get out,” Iwaizumi yells at him one day, completely ignoring the fact that this is Tooru’s house as well as his. Kuroo sticks his tongue out as Tooru retreats to his room.
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Somewhere along the way, Kuroo challenges Iwaizumi to an arm-wrestling match --- and loses. He takes this as an opportunity to come back every day for a rematch.
Tooru watches them hold hands for ten minutes before suggesting they lip-wrestle instead. Their faces are well worth the near-concussion Iwaizumi gives him after.
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nyatsurou has sent a picture. o1kawa: what’s that nyatsurou: my hot bf ヽ(=＾ﾟωﾟ)＾/ o1kawa: why’d you send me an empty pic nyatsurou has sent a picture. nyatsurou: i sent you a clearer pic (´･ω･`) o1kawa: … o1kawa: firstly. gross o1kawa: secondly. he sees that, you’re dead o1kawa: thirdly. i saw nothing nyatsurou: are you done yet o1kawa: fourthly. never again o1kawa: you come into my house nyatsurou: he was cute o1kawa: *is o1kawa: good for you. goodbYE o1kawa has left the chat.
FILL: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama, T
They probably came out pretty caricaturised >.< This is an A+++ prompt though!
Word Count: 1099
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nyatsurou: who was that
o1kawa: my hot friend (✿´ ꒳ `)
nyatsurou: who was that
o1kawa: you would know if you were paying attention in high school 凸（￣ヘ￣）
nyatsurou: sorry i only remember the people who made it to nationals
o1kawa has left the chat.
nyatsurou: seriously though who was that
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It’s 6am in the morning. If it weren’t for the fact that Kuroo’s voice is more annoying than five of his alarm clocks combined, Tooru wouldn’t think twice about leaving him to freeze outside. It shouldn’t be possible for a human voice to sink through two pillows, several layers of comforter and an entire lounge room. “Why,” he says, looking at Kuroo. “Why are you here.”
“That’s no way to treat a friend,” says Kuroo indignantly. “I wanted to see how you were doing. Also, do you have notes for that lecture from Thursday?”
“I do, but you’re not getting them.” Tooru traipses back through the living room and puts a hand on the doorknob. “I’m going to sleep. Do whatever, but shut up while you’re at it.”
Iwaizumi grunts. “Is he gone?”
“He’s in the house,” Tooru says, flinging an arm over him. “Now my feet are cold.”
“I’m going to kill him when I wake up,” vows Iwaizumi, burrowing deeper into the mattress. “I will strangle him with my bare hands and hang him over your balcony as a warning to any of your other insane friends.”
The sheer fury in Iwaizumi’s sleepy voice makes Tooru grin. “Just go to sleep,” he laughs, and dreams of Kuroo asking him for Iwaizumi’s hand in marriage.
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When he plods down to the kitchen a couple of hours later, Iwaizumi is laughing with Kuroo by the stove, and Tooru feels incredibly, inexplicably betrayed.
“Breakfast, Trashykawa.” Iwaizumi slides over a plate. There is a single piece of toast on it, buttered. Tooru doesn’t mean to be rude, but he went shopping with Iwaizumi two nights ago, and the scent of pancakes hangs in the air.
“Where are my pancakes?”
“You eat too much sugar as is,” Iwaizumi says, ignoring Tooru’s obligatory what are you, my mum?
Kuroo sidles over and leans in close to Iwaizumi’s ear. “You know how to take care of a man,” he says. “I respect reliable people.”
Tooru snorts, choking on his slice of toast. But Iwaizumi nods and smiles, a dark stain creeping up his neck, and suddenly things aren’t quite so funny anymore.
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nyatsurou: so like. i have too much food.
o1kawa: no
nyatsurou: it’s gonna go bad, so i thought
o1kawa: nO
nyatsurou: since i’m such a kind person and a good friend
o1kawa: ok firstly i am the kinder friend here
o1kawa: and
nyatsurou: can i come over?
o1kawa: did they not teach you to read in nekoma
nyatsurou: they did but i was too busy going to nationals
o1kawa: YOU DIDN’T EVEN WIN
nyatsurou: i’ll be over in five
o1kawa: i hate you i’m locking the door and taking iwa-chan with me
nyatsurou has left the chat
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“Iwa-chan, we have to run.”
Iwaizumi whacks him in the shoulder, which Tooru thinks is incredibly unfair, considering that he’s trying his best to protect Iwaizumi’s virtue. When he tries to explain this to Iwaizumi, he’s met with a sigh and a barely-hidden smile. “I can take care of myself, dumbass.”
He likes him, Tooru thinks in amazement. He actually likes him.
He’s always trusted Iwaizumi. But it’s young Iwa-chan’s first time falling in proper unrequited love. As a senior in all things romance-related, it’s Tooru’s duty to make sure Iwaizumi’s first time is good enough to be his only time.
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o1kawa: i have a thing for you
o1kawa has sent a file.
nyatsurou: is this a quiz?
nyatsurou: ‘name three things that made iwa-chan cry when he was five’ oikawa i’m not sure this is a fair quiz
o1kawa: of course it’s a fair quiz i can answer them all with my eyes closed ☆＾∇゜)
nyatsurou: i want to slap that emoji
nyatsurou: and i’m coming over i need help
o1kawa: i’m not helping you no cheating
nyatsurou: i wasn’t going to ask you anyway
o1kawa: DON’T COME
nyatsurou has left the chat.
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Kuroo comes with flowers. He comes with volleyballs. He comes with takeaway agedashi tofu from that one store you have to line up for hours to get into. Tooru tried to get takeaway from there once and the chef yelled at him. Kuroo’s clearly bribing someone, somewhere.
Iwaizumi scrunches his nose at the flowers, takes the volleyballs, and scarfs down the agedashi tofu. He laughs too loud when Kuroo cracks jokes and blushes when he thinks nobody’s looking, and Kuroo might not be, but Tooru sees everything.
It becomes rather entertaining, so he gets himself a bag of popcorn and makes a show of crunching it loudly while watching them stammer at one another.
“Get out,” Iwaizumi yells at him one day, completely ignoring the fact that this is Tooru’s house as well as his. Kuroo sticks his tongue out as Tooru retreats to his room.
-
Somewhere along the way, Kuroo challenges Iwaizumi to an arm-wrestling match --- and loses. He takes this as an opportunity to come back every day for a rematch.
Tooru watches them hold hands for ten minutes before suggesting they lip-wrestle instead. Their faces are well worth the near-concussion Iwaizumi gives him after.
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nyatsurou has sent a picture.
o1kawa: what’s that
nyatsurou: my hot bf ヽ(=＾ﾟωﾟ)＾/
o1kawa: why’d you send me an empty pic
nyatsurou has sent a picture.
nyatsurou: i sent you a clearer pic (´･ω･`)
o1kawa: …
o1kawa: firstly. gross
o1kawa: secondly. he sees that, you’re dead
o1kawa: thirdly. i saw nothing
nyatsurou: are you done yet
o1kawa: fourthly. never again
o1kawa: you come into my house
nyatsurou: he was cute
o1kawa: *is
o1kawa: good for you. goodbYE
o1kawa has left the chat.