kuroo
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((Open to anyone! tl;dr your character got hit in the face with a volleyball))
Their beach game has spooled into a coil of tension. Non-life-threatening takes were high with only the satisfaction of winning being what is left to sacrifice (as well as the cost of dinner at a restaurant close by.) "Oi!" Kuroo shouts after an attempt to block just behind the net, his neck craning back to follow the impossibly-high served ball that goes past out-of-bounds and nails a passerby in the face. The impact is loud, as are the other boys' reaction shoving each other, laughing, some faces twisting into hurt at the sight. 'Ohhh, that's got to hurt!' 'Are they okay?' 'You idiot, that went too far!'
Kuroo jogs over, sweat trickling down past his temple but his natural bedhead remains. A hand extends to help them up. "They overestimated that serve, looked like. Are you okay?"
Their beach game has spooled into a coil of tension. Non-life-threatening takes were high with only the satisfaction of winning being what is left to sacrifice (as well as the cost of dinner at a restaurant close by.) "Oi!" Kuroo shouts after an attempt to block just behind the net, his neck craning back to follow the impossibly-high served ball that goes past out-of-bounds and nails a passerby in the face. The impact is loud, as are the other boys' reaction shoving each other, laughing, some faces twisting into hurt at the sight. 'Ohhh, that's got to hurt!' 'Are they okay?' 'You idiot, that went too far!'
Kuroo jogs over, sweat trickling down past his temple but his natural bedhead remains. A hand extends to help them up. "They overestimated that serve, looked like. Are you okay?"
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