good. suffer.

yet he likes him.

sleepily blinks.

princess ——.

he thinks she has excellent taste in men. friends, however, is something she needs to reassess.

it's confirmed as being correct as he receives a positive response, "i do," he muses, tilting away from her, "i just prefer  ( my )  names for you."

stretching.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ as someone who frequents in denial, he has to say that he protests too much. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ hm. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ everyday, he regrets giving anyone a moment of his time. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ pressing his knee to the back of his leg —— don’t say things like that. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ it’s in his terms and conditions to bully iron heart at every opportunity. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ah, fabled ‘uncrowned kings’, that’s what they’re called isn’t it? the point guard despises it really, what a title to those unworthy, aside from him of course. “what a shame,” hatred in every word, “maybe next time.” ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ flexing fingers, hmm —— discontented. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he likes the troubled expression, but honeyed words would not sway him —— he cares little about sweet words of ‘having fun’ out there during matches. “doubtful,” but there’s a careless gesture for the other to continue. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “you want to . . . talk?” his dynamic with kiyoshi was more . . . bitter enemies than the other seemed to realise —— it was like he had missed the memo and still kept trying to be friendly. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 👹👹👹 i’m here m*therfuckers . ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ I ASTERISKED YOU CANT COME FOR ME . ⠀ ⠀ ⠀