égoïste [Akaashi Keiji]

raison #20

"Argh! They were really strong!" Shiori let out a tired sigh, rubbing her forearm. She was walking with the other members of the archery club to the bus, where they would be heading back to the school after their grand final matches.

"Yeah, as expected of a school that went to nationals for the past 10 years." The lone male of the club placed his hands on his hips, "5 bullseyes in a row from each person. That's way too OP."

"Yeah, I know right? But at least they didn't go easy on us. That would've been humiliating. Not that it isn't that we lost by so much, but hey, at least we tried."

"What does OP mean?" As Shiori and the male talked with gaming terms in their conversation, the other members of the club glanced at each other, wondering what they meant. Normally the duo had talks like this so it left a few of them in the dark to what they meant.

"It means 'over-powered', apparently." The club captain adjusted the strap of her bag, checking her watch.

"Ah...I see..."

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Kuroo typed a message on his phone, then erased it, then typed something again, and then erased it again. He frowned and put it down, staring at the wall and wondering what to write.

He wanted to text Shiori about something volleyball related to hear her opinions since she was interesting to talk to, especially behind that icy exterior and direct bluntness. But the problem was that she could shut down his texts with an 'okay, will check it out' or just a plain 'okay', which kills the chance for any other texts.

It was probably unintentional, but it was enough to make the Nekoma captain think he was a bother to her.

How does Bokuto do this? He wondered. His owl friend had told him that he would call her more than text because it was easier, but it took him a while to get used to it because her voice was so close to his ear.

I don't even know what to say to her, Kuroo let out a light sigh and took out a notebook, trying to distract himself from his thoughts. When that didn't work, he closed it, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Why do I even want to talk to her anyway? He wondered. Sure, behind that pretty face she had accomplishments and interesting traits that were really cool, and it seemed fun to get to know them, but what intrigued the male was that she was the type to unintentionally push people away through that bluntness of hers.

I think it's because she's interesting, or maybe because Bokuto keeps saying she's really cool, or maybe because she used to be a champion? I don't know.

Kuroo rested his forehead on his desk, but then heard the door open with a gentle knock. He lifted his head and turned to the door.

"Kuro, were you sleeping?" Kenma walked in and took a seat on the ground where the share table was.

"Nah, just thinking." The older male replied. He got off his seat and took a few notebooks with him, sitting adjacent the gamer.

Kenma had taken out his gaming console to play, clicking away. He was at Kuroo's to study for an upcoming test, but he didn't really want to do it because he was playing a good RPG with a good player.

"You playing with that FlyHigh person again?" Kuroo asked, eyeing the console.

"Yeah." Kenma gave a curt nod, "They're really good. It's been a while since I've played with them. They said they were busy with lots of work."

"Well, good thing they have some spare time, then." Kuroo suddenly remembered something Bokuto had told him.

Shiori played games.