❁ university

@♥ tsukishima kei "hm? i am not as fragile as i look, tsukishima-san," hitagi said, blinking. he did not seem to recognize who she was — perhaps he knew her name, but she wondered if she knew the power her name held. though she was not one who liked to flaunt her wealth, it was still not strange for her to be surprised at not being recognized at first sight. nevertheless, she took his hand. her face did not betray her as she was surprised to find that his hand was not as rough as she had expected, or perhaps it was simply because she might or might not have intentionally touched other hands in the past.

"that's correct. i'm senjougahara hitagi," she said, pulling herself up with his help. her head throbbed at the gesture, and she wondered when she got so weak with just a hit in the head. was it because of that surgery that almost took her life away? she was not sure. she could never be too sure nowadays. "i'm fine. i can go on my own," she insisted, letting go of his hand as soon as she was able to keep herself on her feet. "thank you for the concern." now she had an excuse not to go meet whoever the send was, and she started to walk off, but her movements seemed a little out of balance. she hoped he would not insist on accompanying her.

she did not like the company of a stranger.

@♡ senjougahara hitagi crouching down, his eyes instantly checks her for any other injuries, a thing he developed almost instinctively after watching his high school teammates receive a ball with their faces. "are you sure? you might be concussed, we should let it be checked by a professional. the ball did hit you quite hard..." he trails off, wincing as he remembers the smack sound the ball made when it collided with her.

he offers a hand to help her stand up, manners kicking in all of a sudden. "you're...from one of my classes right? i'm tsukishima kei." he introduces himself, kinda weird since they're classmates but it's only polite. besides no one will bother to remember every single face in their class at the university, they change every single time why should you tire yourself with useless social connections?

"i can take you to the nurse's if you want," he offers.

@♥ tsukishima kei hitagi was by the gymnasiums of the university. she was not an athlete in any form — though she was a former track and field athlete, but that was years ago already. she was simply here because someone had called her to meet with them behind the gym. admittedly, she was curious about what it could be, but her curiosity was not enough to actually entertain the sender. unfortunately for her — and luckily for the snder — her precious arturia had forced her to just go and actually try to meet with them. hitagi wanted to refuse. of course, she was quite certain that this was yet another confession (she had no idea where they got the courage to confess to her, knowing her reputation), but since her lovely onee-sama insisted, hitagi was going to humor this one — just this once.

it just so happened that she was already inside the gym (taking the shortcut to go to the back), and she did not see the ball coming her way. she heard someone yell before the ball finally hit her in the head, a yelp escaping her lips. the impact made her lose her balance, and she fell to the floor, her arms moving instinctively to stop her body from kissing the ground directly. the ball rolled away from her figure, but she did notice it. it was though her whole body decided to focus on that one area on her head and put it in pain.

holding her temples, she looked up when she heard someone speak to her. it took her a good three seconds to recognize who he was. ah, the salty guy from her class. she knew his name, knew who he was, but that was about it. he had not lit a fire of interest within her, so she did not make any effort to know him more. "it hurts quite a bit," she admitted, closing her eyes. "but... it's nothing i can't handle."

[] it's alright bb!

@♡ senjougahara hitagi [ this took a wHILE IM SO SORRY ]

kei can't remember the last time he'd been in the court, with a ball in his hands and sweating bullets through his white shirt. it might be a lil out of character for him to say it, but maybe he did miss playing. he missed the feel of the ball as it hits against his palm, the way his arms sting after a good receive, and the satisfying sound of a very good block.

it's been a while.

so really, you can't blame him if he suddenly lose control of the ball. as he's said, he's been out of shape and he hasn't been keeping up with training. unfortunately for him, someone just happens to come by the gym during that one particular time he miscalculated the strength of his spike. the ball went sailing across the gym and to the girl's direction, and kei yelled out a quick "watch out!" before running after the astray ball and checking up for any casualties.

"i'm...really sorry, did you get hurt?" he asks, panting a little bit. he really is way too out of shape. when he can finally put his whole attention at the other person, he finds himself muttering a soft 'oh,' at seeing someone very familiar.

@♡ senjougahara hitagi () a wild university has appeared in the city