snapchat *kageyama

three

her rich of collagen, sultry-like lips curled up on both corners. sunbeams cascade through the crystalline windows; pooling the hallways with a faint golden hue. her fingertips walks on the virtual reality lying beneath, tweeting away on twitter. her shoulder sweeps past another unconsciously, making them wary of her presence.

their grey fox-like eyes observe the girl next to them. a prominent beauty mark rests on the lower left side of their chin, with pink rimmed glasses that luster in the sunlight. dark tresses hung above their shoulders, teasing with little touch.

"why do you keep grinning at your phone like an idiot? did you finally get a boyfriend?" kiyoko spoke out to her little sister, who seemed like a lost puppy judging from how she follows her everywhere.

"do i look like i have a boyfriend to you?" [y/n] sighs at the mere thought, gently throwing her phone into the blazer's side pockets. she runs her hands through her tangled strands, getting trapped into the mess upon her head. "great. my hair looks like a whole ass bird's nest, i have no boyfriend.. or a girlfriend, AND exams are coming up soon?! it's like the whole world is against me.. even my bangs look against each other."

what an ecstatic sound to kiyoko's ears, the whines of her sister. a smile extends on her face, "you should've woke up when i told you to, but instead you got up last minute and ran to school with your friends." she watches her sister roughly brawl at her hair with her hand, small chuckles escaping her mouth at the sight.

"nevermind that," [y/n] yanks her hand out of a knot crammed with hair with a slight frown plastered on; "have you found a manager for the team yet?"

"yep," kiyoko stuffs her fists into the warmth of her blazer pockets, "a girl named hitoka yachi, she's coming to the gym today. hopefully she accepts the offer, or i'm going to have to settle for you.."

"is that a bad thing?" she rolls her eyes at kiyoko's witty remark.

"how is that NOT a bad thing?"

[y/n]'s eyes averted to her older sister, "look at me; i'm cool as hell, funny, stunningly sexy, AND i smell good. how could i not qualify to train some boys?"

"whatever you say," kiyoko laughs at [y/n] as she watches her saunter into a classroom filled with pupils who were either studying for the upcoming exams, or were gossiping with their friends. "have fun in class today!"

[y/n] carries herself to her ligneous chair that had a slight iridescent glaze to it, throwing herself on it sloppily as she gently rests the side of her head on the smooth surface of the table; staring out of windows to observe the azure sky. she rests her eyelids, letting the sun soak into her unblemished skin.

"not again," a boy looks at her from afar in curiosity. "she does this every class period, does she not sleep at home?" the boy stood up from his chair, the slight screech from the chair scratching on the tiled floor echoes throughout the classroom.

he inches closer to the windows that allowed sunlight to strike her face ever-so gracefully, the clicking of his shoes in sync with one-another. his arms reach out to the curtains as it hauls the fabric to come together harshly; shutting the sunlight out of the inside world.

[y/n] flutters open one of her eyelids, taking a peek of who dared to disturb her peace. her orbs stares straight into his bronzed-over ones, she lets out a long breath. she flips her head to face the other way, as the saying goes; ignorance is bliss.

her ears perk up to the sound of shoes marching her way; and another long sigh escapes her lips. she can never have a soothing class period if tsukishima was present to bring carnage to her ears.