Impressions

Impressions (A oneshot)

It had all started at Matsukawa's mention of 'party tricks.'

They were all sitting in Oikawa's basement, either on their phones, or having little private conversations, and generally just enjoying each other's company (with the exception of Kindaichi, who was napping on the couch. Long night).

Until...

"Party tricks?" Watari repeated, looking confused.

"Yeah," said Matsukawa with a nod, "like how Hanamaki can lick his elbow or that weird clover thing Iwaizumi can do with his tongue."

Oikawa scowled at Hanamaki. "I still don't get how on earth that's possible."

"What, this?" He grinned, bringing his elbow close to his mouth and licking a long strip down his arm, eventually ending at the very tip of his elbow, thoroughly enjoying the look of disgust it got him.

"That shouldn't be possible! Your arm is too long for that, and your tongue is too short!" Oikawa retorted.

Iwaizumi nodded, scrunching his eyebrows together. "I'm with Oikawa on this, Makki." He grimaced. "That really shouldn't be possible."

"Guess I'm just that cool," Hanamaki replied with a grin.

"No, you're an alien." Oikawa huffed childishly.

"Maybe."

"So, does anyone else have any cool stuff they can do?"

"I can do a headstand," Kunimi said in his regular bored tone. "Without using the wall."

Matsukawa grinned. "No way. With those twigs for arms? Prove it."

"Fine." Kunimi casually stood up and walked over to the middle of the room, crouching forward to swing himself up, and held himself there for a good 4 minutes before toppling like building blocks with a groan. He stood up, brushed himself off, and walked back to his spot on the couch.

"That's a new record," Kindaichi murmured, waking up for just a moment, before immediately falling back to sleep.

"Jeez, he didn't even break a sweat!" Hanamaki gaped. "Nice!" He held up his hand for a high five but was left hanging. "Rude..."

"I'm not sure you'd really consider this a party trick, but I'm double-jointed in a few places," Kyoutani grunted. He grabbed his hand, and pulled his arm behind his neck, then popped his shoulder in and out of place, causing Yahaba to wince.

"What the-?!" Iwaizumi choked. "That's even weirder than Hanamaki's weird elbow-licking trick!"

"Thanks, Iwaizumi-san..." Kyoutani muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Holy shit!" Hanamaki eyes practically popped out of his head. "That's so cool!"

"Thanks, I guess."

"Y'know, Shigeru," Watari started, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as Yahaba's eyes widened almost comically, "I seem to recall you having a party trick as well... though, I can't seem to place my finger on it..." He paused in mock thought, tapping his chin. The shit eating grin was still on his face, though, signifying that he remembered exactly what it was.

"Hmm?~" Oikawa hummed, leaning close to his fellow setter. "And what might that be, Yahaba-chan?~"

"I-it's nothing! Not that impressive," Yahaba said as he laughed nervously, face turning a light pink shade.

"I'm sure it's at least noteworthy, Yahaba-san," Kunimi prodded.

"Yeah, cmon!" Matsukawa agreed, his own grin widening on his lips. "No need to be shy."