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Till looked down to his hand, a quick “ahh,” coming out of his mouth before he bowed. “Sorry, I used too much force.”
“DID YOU PRACTICE WITH BASKETBALLS OR SOMETHING!?” Kindaichi stamered.
Till shook his head, not quite remembering the reason for his strength, “Genetics?”
Oikawa smirked, “Nice genetics,” he spoke in a satisfied tone.
Til bowed to the coach, apologizing as he did, saying he’d replace the volleyball by getting a new one.
For the meantime however they just grabbed a different ball and continued playing. Till being mindful of his power when spiking.
Soon afterwards, the practice match ended. Till’s team ending up winning by quite a few points.
Practice ended, Till along with everyone else went home.
Taking a shower Till wrapped the towel around his waist, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror he paused.
He had crazy muscles. He worked out, but not to a crazy extent. He had more then a teenager should.
He paused.
“허락해줘 네 손 끝까지(Allow me, to the tips of your fingers).”
He gasped, taking a step back. The lyrics came as natural to him, but it wasn’t his native language, Japanese. Nor English. Korean, it sounded like?
Since when the hell did he know Korean.
Till shook his head, he probably just got the lyrics from a random k-pop song.
He got to his bed, still only wearing his towel. He looked at his walls, tens of drawings he’d made taped on his wall, his guitar in the corner.
Till sometimes wondered why he chose volleyball, why volleyball out of all his other hobbies.
His phone lit up, a notification from a friend.
Or atleast what used to be his friend.
King Yaoi the Third: “Hey, I thought you got into Shiratorizawa? Where were you?”
Till responded with shaky hands,
Till: “I’m sorry…”
King Yaoi the Third: “Till? Did you go to a different school?”
King Yaoi the Third: “Answer me, please.”
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The boy with black hair stared down at his phone, small tears slipping down his cheeks.
Till! (Best boy): “I’m sorry…”
He reread the message over and over. Not knowing what to do. Not knowing just what the hell Till was doing either.
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Till began to change, putting on a loose t-shirt of some rock band and putting on baggy checkered pajama pants.
He went to go brush his teeth, the birthmark around his neck visible.
It was an odd birthmark, it resembled someone grabbing Till’s neck, it frightened him almost.
Till shook his head, he shouldn’t think of saddening things.
He was in a peaceful world.
No harm came his way.
No singing on stage…?
No…aliens?
Till frooze, he had to stop, he had to go to sleep. He shook his head, turning off the lights as he walked into his bed, glancing at his phone before falling asleep.
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“Oh my, my cle-ma-tis.”
That was what the main melody of the song that played in his head.
He saw Mizi, and her good friend.
Sushi, was that her name? Wait no that’s just stupid. S- Suu. Till didn’t bother to try.
He was more concerned by the fact that Mizi’s good friend had died. She got shot in the neck, and the look of horror on Mizi’s face was tragic.
But surely Mizi’s good friend was alright, afterall they looked much older in the dream either way.
Plus it was a dream.
Till groggily got up, smashing his alarm a bit too harshly as he did.
He got dressed, quickly ate some food and left for school.
Walking in he saw Mizi giggling with her good friend.
“God she looks cute,” Till thought before continuing his walk to his class.
It was ought to be a long day without Ivan.
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The boy had been walking hurriedly down the hallways, not making eye contact with anyone, but at the same time looking for the familiar gray hair and teal eye he knew well.
“Yo! Dude, are you alright?”
Ivan jolted, nodding slightly.
“I don’t know what’s up, but you’re acting hella weird.” The boy pouted.
“I-I’m just looking for a friend..”
“Just a friend?” The boy questioned.
Ivan looked at him, his eyes wide as a drop of sweat fell down the side of his head.
“You seem to worried for ‘a friend,’ atleast I wouldn’t worry that much for my friend.”
Ivan looked down at the ground, “You’re…Goshiki, right?”
Goshiki nodded.
The two then stood, Ivan still glancing up whenever he saw someone with light colored hair.
“Are you going to tell me anything about this person?”
Ivan blushed slightly, “W-well, he’s kind of tall, grey hair and teal eyes. A birthmark around his neck that looks like someone choking him. A small teardrop like freckle on the inside of his right middle finger. Many earrings, a cute and cheerful smile. Painted nails…” Ivan trailed off listing more features of Till.
“Oh ok so you like this Till guy.” Goshiki stated.
Ivan stared down at the ground.
“I don’t know what that feeling is.”
Goshiki knew one thing already. That Ivan was weird as fuck, but rolling his eyes he asked, “Are you sure he got into Shiratorizawa?”
Ivan began to wave his hands, “O-OFCOURSE! SURELY TILL WOULD NOT HAVE! PLUS HE WOULD’VE TOLD ME IF HE DIDN’T AND I’D INSTEAD GO TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS HIM!”
Some kids began to stare at the rather attractive kid.
Goshiki shook his head, “Whatever, I’ll just help you look for him.”
Ivan glared at Goshiki for a moment before bowing, “THANK YOU!”
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The blonde boy found himself staring up at an old picture of him and 2 of his friends.
A girl and a boy, clear siblings.
He pondered the thought, “Would we have all made it to highschool together If I hadn’t moved?”
His mom then yelled,
“LUKA GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE.”
“Ah, the yelling again,” Luka thought before going to his mom.
It was 5:24 in the morning, long before his school starts.
“Yes, mother?” Luka asked, putting on that cheerful smile he used around her.
“I signed you up for another modeling competition, you’d better win or you’ll know what’ll happen.”
Luka smiled more, “Right….”
He then walked back to his room, sitting on his bed with unnaturally straight posture.
He then grabbed a book, looking through it.
It seemed to have tactics, ways to sabotage the other contestants.
He continued to smile, his eyes twitching and his leg shaking as he did.
“Lovely.”
He stated.