"Brought your books?" Tsukishima cocked an eyebrow. Kuroo smiled, opened his mouth to speak, but fell flat. His eyebrows drew together and lips pinched into a straight line. "Okay, so I forgot. But-". Tsukishima groaned, letting his head fall back on the chair. "BUT" Kuroo repeated, lifting a finger in the air. A Harr...
Tsukishima was an oddity. In a world full of people with wings he was wingless. Wingless, and just as broken on the inside. After reluctantly joining as the manager on the boy's volleyball team midway through the year, he goes along to the week long training camp where he meets the one person he never thought he'd see...
What happens when you and your best friend like the same person? It doesn't end well right? Well that's what I hoped wouldn't happen. But here we are.
Kuroo Tetsurou was a man of culture, he must say. But his love for flowers were undeniable.
The road before him was curved. He decided to slow down a bit, before finally making his mind. Stepping on the gas pedal, Tsukishima held the steering wheel hard as he ran through the iron fence. As if everything around him moved slowly, he felt adrenaline coursing in his veins. Tsukishima closed his eyes, as he was w...