all i do is win, win, win no matter what

[thekinged]

 

and every time i step up in the building everybody hands go up - and they stay there

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DUMB SPORTS PINING

[kablam]

[ so creating portkeys is probably sort of maybe a little bit illegal.

not really. creating them irresponsibly is illegal. but it's not like the ministry of magic has any way to track the creation of portkeys so they get made all the time. at least, that's what bokuto told hinata when he asked him for help because he wanted to travel...somewhere. bokuto seemed like the safest option because A) he wouldn't tell hinata no because he's irresponsible (like literally anyone else) and B) he'd totally be down for breaking the law a little bit.

so! it's around july when he gets a package from his overly fluffed up owl, an old, deflated volleyball. he has to touch it with gloves to make sure it doesn't pick him before he wants it to, and tells his mom not to throw it away and natsu not to touch it no matter what. natsu doesn't really understand, his mom just looks awfully sly and shouyou doesn't quite notice, but the fact of the matter is that after several failures, he managed to get a portkey that would take him to kageyama's house.

not. that he was really excited about it or anything.

but! this was a surprise!! a really good surprise. he knew kageyama was stuck at home alone from their letters and hinata was getting kind of twitchy not to have a magical place to practice quidditch--kageyama's house was actually sort of near other witches and wizards and nowhere near muggles, unlike hinata's own, so they could go out and fly in the fields without getting in much trouble. he was going for quidditch. that was the only reason.

so with a cheerful goodbye to his mom, hinata slings his backpack over his shoulder and touches the volleyball, which gives him an unpleasant hook-in-the-stomach lurch before he ends up transporting in the blink of an eye to kageyama's house. not bad for someone who isn't old enough for his apparation license yet.

he's practically vibrating with glee at his perfectly planned surprise as he skips right up to kageyama's door and knocks on it, nice and loud, fidgeting as he waits for him to answer. hinata's...excited. he's always excited at some capacity, but this is different.

(maybe he missed kageyama. a little.) ]

SUCH DUMB

[thekinged]

[ Ever since he was old enough to reasonably take care of himself, Kageyama has been used to summers mostly alone. He's known since childhood - as if he still isn't basically a child, really - that his mother does very important work as a cursebreaker, and of course she has to go away for extended periods at a time. Whether they're in high demand or not during the holidays, he's not really sure, but it probably doesn't matter, maybe.

It would just be nice for her to be home when he is, but he's a teenager now. Surely Tobio can go a while without his mom. Even if it's another year of the same.

The time alone just means that he can sit back and do summer reading, try out some broomwork. He's still not old enough yet to be cleared for magic outside of school, at least not without strict supervision, but it is what it is. The broomsticks are already enchanted, so it's only a matter of not crashing or anything like that. There aren't any neighbors, at least not any that are close enough for him to bother, so it's not like it'll matter too much. He can take the broom out for a quick lap or ten and there won't be anyone to yell at him or to distract him from practicing as he waits for an owl from Hinata.

Not like he's waiting anxiously for it or anything. No, he's definitely not checking the window every couple of minutes as he polishes the wood of his Nimbus. Said window is not cracked open to allow the owl to come by quicker.

Not at all.

But he's distracted when he hears the knock on the door, and Kageyama pushes himself up to his feet from where he's seated on the floor so he can go to get it. The house is quiet, just the occasional noise from the grandfather clock in the foyer, so the sound stands out, loud and clear.

Just like the person on the doorstep. Kageyama can only stare at him, eyebrows jumping as his heart lurches into his throat. ]

Hinata? What're you... [ Hinata is here. Hinata is here. ]

[kablam]

[ okay, admittedly, hinata wasn't sure what he was expecting when kageyama opened the door. shock! surprise? who knows? what he got was this--this look that made hinata's heart do like fifteen backwards broom flips in his chest and oh, that wasn't good. it's weird and he usually tries really hard not to think about stuff like that, because hinata's priorities typically do not involve the ministrations of his heart literally ever, but it's kind of hard not to right now.

luckily, hinata is a human hurricane of a person, because he throws his arms in the air and beams, obviously entirely too proud of himself to be worried about feelings or anything really dumb like that. ] Kageyama!!! [ he practically yells, arms still in the air, grin on his face stretching from ear to ear ] Surprise!!!

[ because that's really, when it comes down to it, what this was. hinata's not great at keeping secrets, especially not from kageyama, and he's done his absolute best to try and not explode from trying to keep it inside. he's told everyone except kageyama, pretty much, about his awesome plan and it mostly just got him some eyerolls and a weirdly proud hair ruffle from suga. and it worked! obviously. because kageyama looks totally shocked and hinata totally surprised the hell out of him.

(this is also not counting for how thrilled he is to be here and how something inside of him just feels totally warm and gooey and happy in getting to spend time with kageyama. like he's been away from home for a really, really long time, and then he just found it again.)

he's practically vibrating on the front step as he puts his hands on his hips. ] I got a portkey! So now I can come visit whenever!! Isn't that awesome?!

[thekinged]

[ "Surprise" is one way of putting it.

Kageyama blinks once, twice, slowly, as he tries to process what Hinata is telling him. He got a portkey, to his house. So that he can come and visit him whenever. Carefully, he lifts his hand up so that he can brace it against the frame of the doorway, sort of steadying himself in what he figures will be a casual enough gesture. It gives him enough time to get his feet under himself again, figuratively speaking.

He really does not have the time or the capability to deal with these emotions, but Hinata never gives him a choice about it, really. ]

You got a portkey to my house? [ For clarification, as if he didn't hear him loud and clear.

He reaches out as he asks, though, grabbing hold of Hinata's shirt so that he can drag him inside and off the doorstep. ] Of course you did, I don't know why I'm asking.

[ It's not nearly as surprising as it could be. And he doesn't know what or how that makes him feel, but he'll pretend he doesn't feel anything as he draws him inside and that much closer to him. But there's no denying the flicker of a there-and-gone smile, before he schools himself back to a more normal expression for him. Can't let Hinata see it, after all. Everything is already complicated enough as it is. ]

[kablam]

Yup!! [ of course he did is exactly right. it was totally a great surprise. hinata misses out on kageyama's steadying gesture, mostly because he doesn't actually know what he's doing that for, and allows kageyama to drag him inside without any struggle. hinata's very obviously pleased with himself, because he thinks he's super clever and also because he's here. it's not like he doesn't like his family--quite the opposite, hinata loves his family more than (almost) everything (not more than quidditch). rather, it's that he knows kageyama was alone, and that he knows he wants to spend time with him. if hinata's feeling particularly good or sappy he can maybe quietly admit to himself that kageyama is one of his best friends in the whole world. even if they argue all the time, hinata's life feels like it has a huge, gaping hole in it if kageyama's not there beside him.

but it's different than it is with kenma. he doesn't know why, or how, but just that it is.

as he gets tugged inside, hinata's too busy beaming to notice kageyama's second long smile, preening a little bit. you should have seen the look on your face is what he wants to come out of his mouth, but what comes out instead was-- ] I missed you!

[ hinata pauses and turns red at the ears, abruptly backtracking and trying to cover for himself. ] I mean--puhhh, playing quidditch with you! And racing you all the time, that's all! It feels weird not to go to practice with you every day, and I'm not allowed to fly at home so I'm dying, can you even imagine that--

[ he's gonna keep babbling, you might want to cut him off. . . ]

[thekinged]

[ It's no real surprise that Hinata is so pleased with himself, nor that he went and... probably got one from someone, actually. Because he can't really see him making the portkey himself, so either an older schoolmate did it or they pointed him in the right direction to get one.

If he's being honest with himself, it's really nice that someone came to see him. Kageyama knows that he has teammates and people who he could call his friends, especially in his house - so long as you ignore the fact that Oikawa exists - but none of them really feel like the type that would go out of their way to visit him. And he knows why that is, knows that he's awkward with people and often difficult to get along with, though obviously that doesn't stop Hinata.

Not that much could even stand in the way of Hinata.

Except maybe Tobio putting his hand over his mouth to stop his babbling. (As he disregards his own flustered response to that, heart twisting into knots.) ]

Did you bring your broom, or are we gonna have to see if there's another one in the shed for you to use?

DUMB CATS

[iphones]

[ kenma's newest enchanted psp has been working really, really well for him lately. this is one of the very, very few (we're talking one of two) things in the entire world that makes him get excited, because the thing about being at a school that's magical is that technology doesn't work. kenma doesn't particularly care that it's a big deal that he had magical ability. he doesn't particularly care about a lot of things besides the new final fantasy game that came out the day he had to leave for his fifth year term.

but, with a little bit of ravenclaw ingenuity, he at least has the thing working. he has to chase it across the dormitory every now and then, considering how it occasionally flutters away like it could fly, but kenma'll take it. it's better than not having it.

hogwarts is honestly, a little bit of a bore. but he has friends here (shouyou, yaku, kuroo... lev, he guesses....) and though it's troublesome as hell, he sticks around. he kind of enjoys quidditch, maybe. he kind of enjoys transfiguration. he's pretty good at the rest of his subjects--they all come easy to him. he enjoys hanging out with shouyou, and...kuroo's here, which helps him feel a little more comfortable, admittedly.

though, kenma hadn't seen kuroo all day. the fact only crosses his mind once as he plays through a level, and he's only distracted from a game when something leaps up on his bed. kenma looks up from his psp, catlike eyes lifting just above the screen to see a black cat staring at him. is this one of his dormmates? he looks left, then right, slowly to see if anyone will claim him before he reaches out two tentative fingers towards the cat. what the hell. it's kind of cute... ]

BUT ALSO CUTE

[ainmhi]

[ Ever since they grew up together - in a very unconventional friendship all around, given their personalities and their backgrounds - Kuroo hasn't ever really kept anything from Kenma in the past. A few surprises and tricks, sure, but that's just who he is, and it's never malevolent in the long run. But it's strange, thinking he needs to hide this from his friend until he finally gets a handle on it. The others have all helped, unconventional as they are. (It had been his and Bokuto's idea, first. Daichi just got dragged into it when Oikawa decided it was interesting enough for him. No surprise there.)

Funnily enough, becoming an unregistered animagus is probably about as illegal as the enchanted PSPs that Kenma keeps making out of the ones that he's brought or buys himself. But that's hardly what matters.

What matters is that Kuroo finally managed to pull it off, and finds very little difficulty in getting into the Ravenclaw common room. He just follows along at the heels of one of the students, and makes his way expertly to where Kenma's dorm is. With no one around, he just hops up onto the bed and waits until he's noticed - which results in him purring softly, satisfied with himself. He stares with his own cat eyes into Kenma's, tipping his nose forward to rub his head beneath his fingertips in greeting, purr resonating loudly.

Now to see how long it takes for him to realize it's him. ]

[iphones]

[ the cat is distracting enough for the moment that kenma puts his game on pause, which is enough of a shock in its own right. kenma's not really adverse to animals or anything--he doesn't have strong opinions on them, but he doesn't have strong opinions on a lot of things--though if he had to pick, he could say that he liked cats. they had a lot in common.

as the cat purrs at him and touches his fingers, a flicker of a smile crosses over kenma's face. it's blink and you'll miss it, his smile usually reserved for video games (or sometimes for shouyou) but it's there, and kenma quietly gives the cat a small scratch on the top of the head. it's kind of cute. must be one of the other boys' cats, though kenma hadn't seen it around before.

still, there was something off here, but kenma really wanted to get back to final fantasy. he stares at the cat for a second before he lifts his arms up, still holding onto his psp, to give it the chance to walk onto his chest before he puts his arms back down and rests the game on top of its head. there. that works.

kenma likes cats because they're low maintenance. they're lazy. they're smart. they remind him a lot of his stupid best friend. it's the little things. ]

[ainmhi]

[ If Kuroo had the eyebrows to do it, he would be raising them in surprise at the fact that Kenma sets aside his PSP so that he can pay attention to him in his animagus form. Not a lot will get him to set aside his video games or his phone, but it's kind of nice to have his undivided attention for a moment. It's not even that he's preening about it, mostly that it's just... yeah, it's nice. And it's nice to get that smile, because very few things make him smile like that, either.

He purrs louder as he gives him a scritch, but it mellows out again once he starts staring. Rather than look away, he simply meets his gaze, intent and interested. Behind him, Kuroo's tail flicks back and forth, and he waits attentively for Kenma to decide what he wants to do.

And, once it ends up being inviting him closer, he happily moves to his paws and moves to climb up his body. Rather than clambering around all over, he steps delicately, making sure not to get him in the stomach or anywhere else painful as he moves to curl up comfortably, resting his head over his heart and accepting his role as a PSP perch. ]

[iphones]

[ this is fine. kenma kind of likes this cat. not only is this one low maintenance, but it's apparently pretty tolerant. kenma plays his way through another level of the game, slowly grinding so his party's levels will be ready for the next boss--the process takes about twenty minutes, with him only glancing up once to look at the cat, curled up happily on his chest.

when he glances up, though, he spots the curl on the top of the cat's head. it looks like it had just done a bad job bathing itself, or something, at first, but kenma starts to think, still holding his psp. a too tolerant cat who found his bed and crawled up into it with no pretense.

abruptly, he sits up, dumping the cat off of his lap, and puts down his psp to pick up the cat, holding it under the arms and out a little bit, expression annoyed (but maybe closer to pouting than pissed off...not that much gets him pissed off, either.) ] Kuroo.

[ he knows thats you, you shit, give up the ghost ]

DUMB...dumb everything it's just oikawa.

[trashykawa]

[ tooru oikawa is very much enjoying being an animagus.

it'd been a collaboration between him, bokuto (bokuchan), daichi (sawadai-chan), and kuroo (kurun); the four of them used their shapeshifting in order to keep an eye on quidditch things, explore the castle, and generally just make mischief. admittedly, it was usually bokuto and kuroo who started everything, but oikawa had little problem joining them, and they could usually rope daichi into their shenanigans by proxy, so it worked out perfectly. he'd not abused his powers as a precious, perfect ermine at all yet, and, honestly, what kind of slytherin was he for that? besides, he was bored and iwaizumi was doing homework for some reason. their separation anxiety was bad enough with them being in separate houses, so oikawa did not take well to being kicked out for something as dumb as homework.

so! it's easy enough for him to sneak into the hufflepuff common room. he just slips around the corner with his best, cutest eyes and lets a girl pick him up and carry him right in. (honestly, he could have done this part as a human, but he would have wanted to get rid of her right after, and oikawa is nothing but not kind to his fans, thank you.) then, all he has to do is slip out of her grip and duck into the boys dormitory. iwaizumi is, sure enough, doing homework on one of the desks, and he slips into his room, hops up on his bed, and transforms back.

with no clothes on. ] Iwa-chan~

He's /so stupid/

[grumpily]

[ There's no denying the fact that Iwaizumi feels like there's ants crawling along the back of his neck every time that he and Oikawa are separated, but by this point he's come to terms with the fact that it's probably because Oikawa is up to something, not because of separation anxiety. The separation anxiety is mostly on his stupid friend's end of things - not to say that there's none for him, too, but you know what? admitting it enables Tooru even more, and he doesn't need that - so he can do things like study and work on his homework without too much trouble.

Like right now. He's perfectly content to work at the desk in his dorm room, his dormmates off somewhere - probably in the library or the common room - and leaving him in absolute peace. No one to bother him.

That is, until he hears a familiar voice, and he can't help the pinch between his brows as the corner of his mouth fights not to twitch. Oikawa incites mixed responses in him a great deal of the time, and he sighs heavily as he puts his quill down on the desk before turning around...

... and letting out a wordless shout, something like a battle cry, as he lunges forward to slam the drapes closed around his four poster. He shoves his head into the crease between curtains, hissing angrily. ] You bastard where are your clothes.

*perfect

[trashykawa]

[ oikawa can't help but grin at the reaction because it was exactly what he was hoping for--honestly, riling up iwaizumi is like the greatest thing he can do with his time. it's so easy, and when the drapes close oikawa's laugh comes out in a snort, pleased with himself and the fact that his plan to tear iwaizumi away from his homework worked out perfectly. oikawa has been finished ("finished") with his homework for a couple hours now, and he wanted to go outside and toss the ball around with iwaizumi for a little bit, but he was busy, and so, this happened. simple enough.

also because oikawa needs his best friend time like he needs air, pretty much. he and iwaizumi had always been inseparable, and if the hat had touched his head before it shouted slytherin at him, oikawa would have been happy to tell it so. (it didn't.)

so when iwaizumi's head pops back into the curtains, oikawa looks off to the side, completely nonchalant about his state of undress. ] Welllllll, back in the dorm, probably. I haven't totally mastered how to get back clothed.

[ yes he has that's a lie. and oikawa will just casually roll over on his side. full view much. ] It's not like it's nothing you haven't seen before, Iwa-chan, honestly. There's no need to be such a blushing maiden about it~

*garbage

[grumpily]

[ Iwaizumi wants to scream. He clutches the drapes close to his face, so that no one that might come in will see his stupid Slytherin friend laying on his bed naked. Maybe, someday, there will come a day where he doesn't react to the bullshit that Oikawa does, but right now? That day is nowhere near the horizon. ]

Oh my god. [ Voice strangled, he lifts his eyes up so that he doesn't look below Oikawa's beltline when he rolls onto his side. He really does not need that right now, he struggles enough with just being the bastard's best friend and keeper, dealing with his other feelings while facing a naked idiot is nowhere near the top of his to-do list. ] I don't believe you. At all.

[ OIKAWA IS A DIRTY LIAR HE KNOWS BETTER.

But he groans and drops his head a little so that it hangs down, rubbing his thumbs through the drapes so that he can press them against his temples. There's schoolwork to be doing, but no. No, Tooru is in his goddamn bed, naked. After mastering illegal magic. Great. ]

What do you want, Oikawa.

*flawless

[trashykawa]

[ and oikawa is perfectly fine with that to be honest. he's maybe a little bit of a glutton for punishment.

oikawa notices iwaizumi's eyes go up--of course he does--and he smirks, luxuriously stretching out a little further on the bed, entirely too comfortable on the bright yellow comforter. this isn't the first time he's been up here (like hell it is) and it absolutely won't be the last, and he'd mostly just showed up like this to rile him, not to get anything out of it.

(because oikawa knows his pathetic love for his best friend is his and his alone; he knows iwaizumi is better than he is and will find a witch to fall madly in love with and live happily ever after, while oikawa fills the empty iwaizumi-shaped hole in his heart with pretty girls and shallow flings.)

he props his chin on his hand for now, shifting to roll over on his stomach. in doing so, he takes the blanket with him to throw it gracefully over his back. you're welcome, iwaizumi. ] You said you were going to be done at five. It's five.

[ it's four thirty. ] And besides, my homework's killing me! I'm going to die, and you'll have to go on without me.

and there's nothing dumb about suga he's perfect

[complimentary]

[ suga really likes the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team, and this is a known fact. the two of them are practically inseparable--since being paired together in a potions class (suga is terrible at potions, actually, but the two of them got by okay) he's pretty much always with daichi. it's been like that since first year, and now, six years later, things are no different.

except for the part where suga is hugely, disgustingly in love with him, but, you know. that's fine. suga's great at hiding it. he can fool just about anyone with a smile, and it's part of why he does in fact make such a good slytherin. still, it's hard around daichi. daichi, with his great smile and handsome face and attractive jawline and amazing personality, daichi who is strong and responsible and sweet and goofy. suga adores him, and he's done his damndest to make sure that no one knows quite the extent of his adoration.

(except oikawa, who wheedled it out of him. the two of them have a weird friendship, but suga also knows he wouldn't tell daichi, so, it's fine. fellow slytherins, et cetera.)

no one would have known until today.

it's four in the morning, and NEWT exams are coming up, which means suga and daichi are stuck studying. daichi's a good study partner because he's terrible at charms like suga is terrible at potions, so they make it work together, building each other up, fixing each other's flaws. it's nice. it's also four in the morning, and suga's starting to doze off at the table, chin in his hand as he glances down at his brewing polyjuice potion, which seems to be the right color this time and probably won't turn his professor into a newt or something.

suga yawns like a cat as he stares at it, glancing across the table to daichi before dropping an arm across the top of it. ] Daiiichii. [ he says, dropping the 'chi' as his arm falls across daichi's papers. ] Bed.

[ it wouldn't even be the first time suga'd stayed over in the gryffindor dorm, either. ]

Precious wife tbh.

[workouts]

[ Even these days, after everything that's happened, there are still people that think people from other houses can't be friends with one another. But Daichi sees the cross-house friendships everywhere, constantly, to the point that sometimes you'll get to watch one person walk out of a completely different house in the morning after staying the night. Do the professors even care? He has no idea, but, really, he can't even begin to care about it.

Especially since he frequently has his own guest in the Gryffindor rooms. One that he would very much like to keep. But that's for him to know, and no one else.

He's bent over his Charms work, trying to focus on what he's writing despite the fact that it's four in the morning and Suga is sitting right across from him. It's fairly easy for him to get distracted when Suga is around, although they at least have the ability to keep each other on task when they need to get work done. But just looking up at him tends to take his attention for a little while, makes him want to sit there and watch him.

Someone probably has something to say about a Gryffindor being so ridiculous smitten with a Slytherin, but he doesn't really care. So what, it's a thing. No one should blame him, and he doubts anyone even can, because Suga is brilliant and kind. The best person he's ever known. He's probably also the best Charms tutor that Daichi could ask for, so there's that.

He startles a little from his scrollwork and his drifting thoughts about the boy across from him when hands come into his line of sight, but then he yawns, too. His jaw cracks and he sets his quill down so that he can stretch his arms straight above him, popping his shoulders and back. ]

Yeah. [ His hands drop down, and he sleepily threads his fingers with Suga's, not even thinking as he does it. ] Bed.

8> actual angel sugawara koushi

[complimentary]

[ honestly, if suga could go the rest of his life without ever looking at a potions textbook again, he'd be happy. he wants to teach charms here at hogwarts (and maybe help coach quidditch), but become a professor requires an exorbitant amount of excellent NEWT scores so here he is. at least he gets to study with daichi, though, which really makes the whole process a lot better. it's been like this for weeks, though this is the first all nighter, and suga's finding the idea of bed much, much more appealing than his polyjuice potion right now. besides, he has to let the dumb thing brew for six hours, so taking a catnap before his 8 AM class will be perfect.

suga is distracted by these thoughts. that much is clear. if he'd realized that daichi had just reached out to hold his hand, he'd probably be turning scarlet red. but at the moment, it just feels completely and utterly natural, and suga just yawns again and nods, giving the hand in his a squeeze as he tilts it from left to right, a slow, lazy movement. ] Do you mind if I stay here?

[ again: not the first time. he's so tired he just wants to get in bed and sleep forever, and the slytherin dorms are way, way far off from gryffindor tower. once he gets an affirmative, suga pushes himself up to his feet and toes off his socks, only letting go of daichi's hand to shuffle over to his trunk and pick out one of his big quidditch national shirts to pull over his head. suga's completely comfortable with just about everything when it comes to daichi, and he tosses his shirt and trousers down in a pile on the trunk, having discarded his tie a couple hours beforehand. from there, it's easy enough to shuffle back over to the bed, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. ] Thanks...

[ thanks for the shirt, for the bed, the studying, who knows? suga just feels like he's going through the motions at this point, and he offers daichi a warm, sleepy smile as he goes to sit on the bed. ]

TRUTH

[workouts]

[ Rather than respond outright, Daichi just lets out an affirmative noise, rocking their hands back and forth without much thought as he looks down from Suga and at his scrollwork. He hates Charms so much, and he's good enough at Potions that he can help Suga get high marks for his NEWT scores, but he still hasn't figured out, exactly, what he's aiming to do personally. He's had a few mental breakdowns about it, though he's been talked down every time by the very boy sitting across from him.

If anyone can help him figure it out, it's Suga.

Just not at 4 AM.

Hand slipping away, he lets Suga wander off to where his bed sits. He's got some charmwork he needs to practice in the morning, but right now he just rolls up the parchment and sets it aside in the event that the polyjuice potion runs or explodes. Looking at it, though, instead of back at the half-nude figure behind him, he figures that it's going to be fine. It's brewed nicely.

That in mind, he gets up to move over to his trunk, stripping off his uniform as he goes along so that he can dump it all right inside. He stands there in his boxer briefs, debating, before he finds one of his other Quidditch National shirts to pull over his head. It's only then that he gives Suga his full focus again, and it's with his own warm, sleepy smile. ]

'course. [ Before he goes around to the other side of the bed to climb in, he leans down, hand settled on Suga's shoulder as he presses a mindless kiss to his temple. ]

[complimentary]

[ if you ask suga, he thinks that daichi's going to get recruited by one of the club level quidditch teams. daichi is so good, the kind of chaser that anyone would dream to have on their team--he's well rounded and provides an incredible defense for an otherwise offensive based team. suga loves watching him play, can pretty much always be found yelling his head off in the stands when gryffindor plays hufflepuff or ravenclaw. there's a poetry to daichi's playing style that suga will never manage, and he knows his time playing this year will be up as soon as the quidditch house cup comes and goes this year. it'd be nice to win. his teammates--kageyama, hinata, oikawa, all of them--they will have futures playing, but suga won't. so he's happy to give daichi that pep talk, assure him that everyone will love him as soon as the scouts show up to their next game, and solidify it all with a (mostly loving) punch to the gut to tell him to stop being an idiot.

it's certainly painfully obvious that suga admires daichi. he does his best to be subtle about everything else, but he thinks he might be allowed to do that.

here in the four am quiet, there's nothing about finals or quidditch or future careers. at the moment, it's just daichi standing there with a warm sleepy smile on his face, daichi who'd been half naked (which suga did note with a muted, tired interest) and all suga can do is smile at him and duck his head when his lips brush his temple. suga yawns, once, big and loud, and swings his legs around to curl up under the covers, making plenty of room for daichi.

though, admittedly, he'll probably end up rolling over into his arms before the night's over, but. it's fine. tugging the red comforter up to his chin, suga gets comfortable as he gazes up at his friend, brown eyes nothing short of absolutely adoring. ] 'Night, babe.

[ he mumbles it, already halfway to asleep, and smiles, all teeth. in the morning, suga's going to freak out about this something fierce. ]

just dumbs tbh

[coachings]

[ With the new school year starting up at Hogwarts, Hogsmeade is seeing more activity in the streets. It's not a ghost town or anything when the students are home for summer break, but their presence tends to bring more people, whether it be the students or the Hogwarts staff or the parents, whatever. So Ukai has more patrons that come into the pub and the shop alike, and he actually has to make sure that he has everything in stock.

Right now, the pub is what's seeing more activity, so he's sitting back with his feet up in the shop for his break. Downstairs, he can hear all the activity of the drunkards telling their stories, and of the current bartender telling off a few of the kids after their attempts to get the heavier alcohol instead of just simple butterbeer.

So he's not too concerned about anything, even as he keeps watch of the shop door, tapping the ash off his cigarette before taking another drag. But then there are rather familiar footsteps coming up to the shop door, and he pinches the bridge of his nose briefly. He was kind of hoping that he'd get to avoid it, but no - of course not. Without fail, he's had a very persuasive visitor.

Ukai looks up, and the moment he sees who it is, all he says is: ] No.

dumb grownups

[coaxings]

[ ittetsu takeda is very, very good at convincing people. this is a talent of his, he thinks. despite his sometimes nervous demeanor--he's a little shy--takeda understands that when something needs to get done, it will get done. and he loves his quidditch kids that he teaches; though he has a personal bias towards hufflepuff, takeda cares for each of those kids like they're his own. the problem is that he isn't a quidditch player (he actually knows very, very little about quidditch) and they need a real coach.

enter ukai keishin, and the reason for why takeda has been putting on his best convincing game.

ukai's grandad was a player. ukai himself was a player. he had it in his blood to be a great quidditch coach, and takeda knew that. his kids deserved the best, because he knew how much potential he had, and it's that that brings him into the pub in hogsmeade, warm, old yellow and black scarf wrapped around his neck, and though he's trying to sneak in-- ] Urk-- [ ukai clearly spots him.

right. okay. takeda sweats a little as he clutches his fists and hurries up to the shop counter, immediately bowing his head. ] I guess there's no reason to try and hide it... Ukai-kun, I'm begging you! Please think about my proposition, just a little further!

Really, really dumb.

[coachings]

[ Listen, if you're trying to be stealthy, it's just not going to work, Takeda. Between the bright colors of Hufflepuff, and the fact that he's here like clockwork, Ukai is just... getting used to seeing him there. He's expecting him, by this point, and it takes every ounce of his restraint to resist the urge to put a kettle on or something, for when the professor inevitably shows up.

Bringing a hand up, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in exasperation as he comes in, swinging his legs down to twin thunks of his old (quidditch, we're not going to lie) boots. Someday, Takeda is going to get it in his head that he's not going to come coach, that he's not made for it, that he's just not interested.

The nostalgia of the pitch is there, but... ]

You're a determined guy, professor. It's admirable and all, but I seriously doubt there's anything I can do that someone else can't. There's plenty of people that could fill in as coach, you don't just need my name, or my granddad's.

undeniably dumb.

[thunderstroke]

Asahi-saaaaan!!

[ With it being a new school year at Hogwarts, it's the last year for some quidditch players at the school. Nishinoya is not one of them - that's next year - but he's friends with a great deal many of seventh years, including Daichi and Asahi. One is a teammate, one is technically an enemy, but Noya hardly cares about that. Not with how good a player Asahi is, and how generally good a person he is. (Even if he's pretty damn soft, and probably one of the most reluctant but amazing beaters he's ever seen.) The problem is, he just doesn't know if Asahi is going to play again this year.

The thought is a terrifying one. It'll be the last year that he can play against the seventh year, but he has hopes for the future. Hopes that involve Asahi Azumane playing this year so that the scouts that come every year to watch their games will see him, get offers for national quidditch teams, so that one day they can play together. Yuu has, honestly, worked his hardest to become one of the best beaters in school history so that they can one day be a working unit together, so that he can have Asahi's back out on a real quidditch pitch, not a school one.

So he's made it his personal mission to be Asahi's one-man cheering squad, if necessary. Yelling at him above all others in the stands when Gryffindor isn't playing Hufflepuff, and bellowing at him on the pitch when they do, reminding him to work his hardest. ]

Hey, Asahi-san! [ It only has a little bit to do with how he wants to drag Asahi down to his level and kiss the hell out of him. But he's pretty sure if he did that just spur of the moment in the hallway, he'd probably kill the gentle giant in a one-shot kill.

So, he'll just settle for leaping at him. Asahi, receive! ]