( MEME ACCEPTING ) @catlibero
❛ h-huh?!❜
pink COATED the taller male’s cheeks at the declaration from the libero’s lips. did he really just hear that? were his ears deceiving him? blinking rather rapidly down at him, it appeared lev was still trying to process what he meant in his mind. kissing .. him. would he kick him afterwards? wait no – he wouldn’t. at least that’s what the middle blocker would like to believe, he seemed to WANT him to kiss him. lips were aligned in a straight line, a nervous pout breaking through that line as he shyly replied.
❛ fine, just, – don’t KICK m-me afterwards..❜
bending downward so their heights would match, emerald green eyes glance down at the other’s face, the blush refusing to leave his cheeks. his heart was beating LOUDLY in his chest like a drum, and didn’t show any signs of stopping soon. god, this was so nerve wrecking. he’s never kissed anyone before. for awhile he merely looked down at him, examining every feature, and letting it all sink in.
impatience was sensed; and in paranoia of not wanting to be kicked, lev stopped stalling the inevitable. forcefully swallowing down the lump that formed in his throat, he nods slowly in a shy manner. face to face; breath remaining hitched in his throat, the silver haired teen took the initiative and finally CLOSED the gap between them.
lightly pressing his mouth against the shorter one, he was greeted by the s o f t n e s s of the libero’s lips. it was a little awkward on his part, yet at the same time – it was nice. he didn’t mind doing this. the kiss was chaste and rather quick, however the warmth of the other’s lips continued to linger long after he departed away from them.
for a brief moment his nimble fingers pressed against his own lips, still feeling the tingling sensation of his touch. albeit, that only flustered the russian more once he noticed him doing so. adverting his gaze AWAY from morisuke, his arms cross stubbornly as he stutters.
❛ t-there, now keep your word and don’t TELL captain that i came in l-late for practice!❜
( MEME - ACCEPTING. ) @petiteballofsunshine
a look of concern captures the self-proclaimed ace’s face, despite his best attempts at concealing it that pout was visible for all to see. his mom always packed a first aid kit in his schoolbag just in case there was ever a practice accident, even if they had one, being extra prepared never hurt anyone.
lev nods anxiously in response to her question, gathering the bandages out of his bag. he lightly holds up the blonde’s ankle with a free hand, and lightly begins wrapping gauze around her injury. with a sigh the tall teen looks up at the karasuno manager, blush embedded deep into cheeks. silence filled the area, and he d e s p e r a t e l y wanted to break it.
come on, say something lev!! —
❛ i, uh .. UM! p-please be more careful, i wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, h-hitoka-chan! ❜
emerald eyes meet her brown ones, upon further inspection he notices a lunch box in the manager’s possession. bingo. the male’s eyes light up with excitement once she confirmed it was for him. lips begin curving upward in a happy grin in response to the free meal, anything involving food put the volleyball player in a good mood.
❛ hey thanks, yachi-chan! that’s very thoughtful of you. ❜ the taller male replies with an eager nod; playfully ruffling her blonde locks as he took ahold of the lunchbox.
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