allunburied

@camealive:  i’m not staring at that, you asked me for an opinion of whether or not it looked good. let me see properly? turn around, face me.

“   that was the truth—    then they called me in to fill in for someone urgently, it’s in the work logs. see?   “

@camealive:  but you told me that you were off today. why did you lie? 

“   okay, okay—    i see it! i see it.   “       it’s not as if rei doesn’t know kurama is a student, they go to the same school after all! but it’s the rules of the establishment, and so he just takes quick note of the plastic card dangling far too close to his face. nodding, he inputs the order and the register chimes its agreement.      “   no add—ons or customisations, kurama? oh, no- you pay here. this is the ordering area, y’know? will it be cash or card.   “

@camealive:  i do,  [kurama had came to study after all. he knew well enough if he went home, there wouldn’t be a good amount of peace and quiet for him to look at the material properly. settling his book bag onto the seat by the table, he pulls out his identification and shoves it in front of rei’s face.]  could i get the strawberry shortcake latte?  [the boy inquired, putting the card down and back into his pocket. blue orifices going back to glance at the barista,]  where do i pay ..up front over there?

“   i can do a student one, yeah—       do you have your school id on you?   “

“   give it here, i’ll delete it for you. okay? i promise.   “       rei takes the camera back quickly but not unkindly, and gets to work doing just what he said he would. he keeps the screen slightly angled towards the other student so he can see what’s going on as well.       “   see? all done. permanently deleted.   (…)   .. well. you’re the captain, aren’t you? feels only natural to get pics of you, if you’re the face of the team. do you want me to avoid taking your photo?   “

@camealive:  [kurama didn’t care to listen, he was too caught up to his own need to having his photo deleted rather than how rei felt. quietly inspecting it, despite how gruff his hands were. the student still handled the camera with enough care that there shouldn’t be much concern over him possibly breaking the device.]  how do i delete it?  [a swallow,]  —and why are you so adamant on taking my photo.. there are plenty of other people, rei.

“   .. hey! don’t touch that—    “       not the lens, fuck—    rei fumbles, and his grip loosens which allows kurama to practically snatch the camera away. he can only flail, watching uncomfortably as the precious device was roughly handled.        “   .. please be careful with it, the school will kill me if it breaks.   “

@mrperfects:  but we lost our previous match,  [but he doesn’t do much more to fight against the other. instead, he just continues peering down at the snacks, noting how there was a couple he knew that yūrei would like. it would make a good apology for how he’d need to go work later tonight, and he definitely wouldn’t have time to go home with his brother and cook for dinner.]  thank you then, kin.  [a small expression of gratitude, it was the very least he could do.]

       uh, because I like treating my teammates? [he says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.  an eyebrow quirks upwards, lips pull into a small frown, the top lip irked at the corner.  he leans back on his right leg, head tilting to the left.  he watches every little shift the setter makes, satisfied when his gift was finally accepted.  his expression lets up, and he  smiles brightly.]    oh,  save that crap for someone who has that kinda stuff to worry about!   [he waves his hand dismissively, huffing.]     you deserve it just as much as anyone, captain, it's my pleasure.  ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ 

@mrperfects:  (?) but why would you be giving me anything,  [kurama can’t help but stare. blue orifices glancing at the bag of snacks, was it out of pity? he knew that many of his peers’ felt that way, from the way their eyes linger a bit too long, or the way their body uncomfortably shifts around. however, the volleyball player mirrors a smile he’s seen in passing, rough hands extending out to pick up the plastic straps.]  thank you.. i guess? but you don’t have to go out of your way to get me anything at all. save your money. 

@mrperfects:  [upon further observation, the verdict was that the blonde was being dramatic. the captain just couldn’t bring it in himself to cause a problem over it, and so he let the other’s wrist go after a few seconds had came to pass. when kin seemed offended, it didn’t phase kurama, but that’s also because he couldn’t understand where it could have stemmed from. quietly, the platinum-blonde’s mouth draws into a thin, straight line.]  they’re much weaker than your spikes, kin. you know i don’t mean anything by it.  [shaking his head,]  it wouldn’t be on purpose either if i broke one of your nails. come on, get in position again.

      I am treating it seriously!    [the pout stays fine to soft lips,  eyebrows pushes together to crinkle the glabella.  kin lets his hand be taken without issue,  wrist delicately bent as he checks over the nails on his left hand. the pout is quickly wiped away by offence, lips falling open, incredulous.]    my receives were NOT the issue there, thank you!   you better be more gentle,  if you actually broke my nail, i don't think i'd ever forgive you!  

@mrperfects:  it’s because it’s practice, that we need to treat everything seriously still.  [lacking sympathy, kurama would offer a dubious look. the captain collects the lone volleyball, holding it close before he approached the wing spiker. the setter glancing down, a free hand grasping the other’s so he could quietly inspect the nail.]  it’s not chipped, you’re alright. i’ll be more gentle—but you need to get better at receiving. 

/ oh my god bro HOLD ONNNN

@tohisown   *  Where’s his #Seonghyun? 

@reflctions:  hold it,  [hand reaches out grasping at the volleyball member’s collar. pulling the smaller figure back, blue irises glancing down to make sure he could catch a look at yūrei’s expression.]  i told you that you need to be more careful on where you are. if you keep pushing into everyone else, i’m going to have to put you on the bench in the meantime until you’re more careful.

      .... uhh.. something, something.. don't do that!  yeah, see i was listening!  so bye! 

@reflctions:  Of course not, did you even hear everything that I said? Repeat it back to me.

@reflctions:  [a brow rose, but he doesn’t necessarily reprimand yūrei as much as he probably should have.]  sometimes it’s better to keep it to yourself,  [kurama notes, larger palm going to ruffle between the white tresses of the other.]

      ``   hehe.. they're such scaredy cats!  "   he watches them scatter like rats,  his snaggle toothed grin wide in triumph over his face.  the gleeful look remains even under the questioning gaze.  he looks up, letting go of his brother and placing his hands up in a mock surrender.    ``    i just told them the truth! they kept going on and on in class!  it was making my ears bleed!   " 

@reflctions:  [The tall, looming figure is brought to a sudden stop. Kurama’s mouth parts, but he doesn’t find the time to interrogate the second year until he’s using his rigid frame to act as a divider between Yūrei and the one’s chasing. When the student’s had seen the volleyball player, they all seemed to scatter in seconds. With a moment to breathe, the platinum-blonde finally turns around to face the other.]  What did you do?  [It didn’t come out accusatory, but Kurama would find it odd if the troublemaker behind him wasn’t the cause of his peers’ seemingly irritated position.] 

*  Also he’s a setter / captain role 

✰  His memory is unusually sharp, he can recall memories from years ago but he can find a deep struggle when it comes to understanding how he felt from those moments
            ✰  He’s startled and often will use physical measures to separate himself. Although not on purpose, and typically Kurama recovers rather quickly otherwise
            ✰  Exceptionally high pain tolerance, don’t ask why. You’ll usually see his knuckles bruised and battered up for whatever reason there may be to that
            ✰  Sustained a head injury in middle school, now has splitting headaches enough to concern his fellow classmates enough to telling him he should go get it checked out
            ✰  Drinks water exclusively because soda makes his stomach uneasy
            ✰  Animals love him, although he can’t say he loves any of them from the bottom of his heart. Cats have a soft spot though, and a lot of strays climb into his lap at times
            ✰  Cannot recognize when other’s are joking unless they explicitly state it, but he can pick up on queues to laugh or not
            ✰  Surprisingly good at origami, claw machines, and crocheting

Unlike his younger brother, @reflctions, Ao Kurama is not loud enough for those to find him memorable  to remember. He doesn’t skip classes, starts arguments, and rarely leaves an impression besides being rather difficult to read when he wears a well-constructed smile. 
            
            After years of prolonged abuse, Kurama learned from his youth that any exertion of emotion invited punishment. Eventually, after years of suppression, his emotions dulled into what felt as distant and left behind a boy who only understood emotions mechanically rather than instinctively. Even to this day, it’s hard to discern how other’s feel while memorizing all of the signs that come along with it—it doesn’t mean he naturally empathizes with them however. Alongside his younger brother, Kurama had also decided to join upon Raterudai’s volleyball team as their captain. A place where there’s no need to understand others fundamentally, and the court became a space for him to exert everything including his body. The third year plays with concerning precision, dismantling opponents with unnerving efficiency.