Bonus Round 1: Memory

[referees]

Let's start our summer by looking at the past—things that happened in canon, or maybe in an AU, or maybe just as wishful thinking...


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 9 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post! You prompt should consist of one scenario beginning with the phrase "Remember when", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from our list of nominated fandoms.
  • Your prompts can take the form of recalling canon facts/events ("Remember when Nozomi and Eli got parfaits after school?"), non-canon events ("Remember when Megumi and Jin met at the Tadokoro Family Reunion?"), or somewhere in-between ("Remember when Bokuto and Kenma first met?"). Headcanons and AUs are welcome!
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Rei & Nagisa). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Rei/Nagisa). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Post fills by leaving a responding comment to a prompt with your newly-created work.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.



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Required Work Minimums:
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• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.

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PROMPT: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[underscored]

Ayase Eli/Kousaka Honoka, Love Live
no tags

Remember when Honoka was away on tour and Eli raced home after work to watch all her live shows on television?

FILL: TEAM CHIHAYAFURU, G

[outstretched]

no tags
705 words


Eli can't stop herself from checking her watch.

It's analog, a pretty flash of silver and leather on her wrist, and it says the same time it did the last time she checked a few seconds ago. She stares for a moment to make sure it's not broken, but the second hand is still ticking away, steady and calm as ever.

Eli knows she should emulate that same calmness, but her foot taps against the floor despite herself.

It's the middle of winter, and the rush hour train is even more crowded than normal with the addition of heavy coats and bundled scarves. Eli catches her reflection in the window and her cheeks are bright red from the cold, she tells herself.

She presses her lips together, mock-scolding herself for her own eagerness, before she ducks her head to hide her smile. These days, she tries not to lie to herself. It was a hard-won lesson, taught to her by a girl who leads by example.

She stifles the urge to check the time again. She's cutting it close but she knows she'll make it; Eli prides herself on her punctuality. Still, she hustles off the train when it comes to her stop, takes the steps to the street two at a time, begins at a walk that slowly gets faster, faster.

She flies into her apartment, shedding gloves and coat and shoes as she stumbles her way to the TV, and clicks it on with a few fumbles of her cold-numbed fingers. She blows on them to help them thaw as the TV wakes up.

Audio comes first. "Everyone!" she hears a familiar voice cry, and the excitement in it matches the thrill of pride in her chest. "This is Honoka! Are you having fun tonight?"

Eli turns away from the TV then, returning to the narrow hallway to pick up the clothing she'd strewn about in her haste. The infectious beat of Honoka's latest single begins, matched by the roar of the audience. Eli bobs her head as she tucks her gloves back into her coat's pockets, hums the melody under her breath as she hangs the coat on its waiting hanger.

She turns back in time to see Honoka illuminated by the brilliant stage light, one hand stretched to the sky, the other gripping her microphone. She begins, "One, two three—"

"Let's dance," Eli replies softly, nearly drowned out by the same chant from the rest of the crowd. She moves to the kitchen, one eye always turned to the TV as she starts making dinner, moving to the music wih subtle sways of her hips, with a well-timed hip check to knock the silverware drawer closed. If she throws in a pirouette before washing the carrots, well, the only other person with a key to her apartment wouldn't judge her for it.

Eli remembers Honoka sitting at the kotatsu in the next room, trying to speaking through a mouthful of curry to tell Eli how good her cooking was. She remembers Honoka saying, "I want you to hear what my next song is going to be," and the way her her strong, beautiful voice cut through the silence of her small apartment. She remembers Honoka looking into her eyes, a smudge of curry on her right cheek, and telling her, "I chose it because it reminded me of you, Eli. When you dance, I think the whole world stops to watch you."

It's a short performance, and then the rest of the program is a standard variety show. Honoka plays a variety of games with the show's other guests and Eli shakes her head, bemused, as she eats dinner. She can't take her eyes from the screen, though: Honoka's charisma captures all the attention. It's been that way from the beginning, she thinks. Eli has never been able to look away.

--

"Eli! I love you!" Honoka says when they skype chat later that night, because she believes in saying the most important things first. Her face is scrubbed clean of makeup but no less lovely for it. "Did you see me on TV?"

Eli can't stop herself from smiling back. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world," she replies.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[tsunderekita]

Koizumi Hanayo/Nishikino Maki (Love Live)
no tags

Remember when Hanayo was teaching everyone to make onigiri but she couldn't stop admiring Maki's hands?

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[catlarks]

no tags
Word Count: 739


"Kayo-chin," Rin calls out. "Mine looks a little squashed, how come something is wrong with it?"

Hanayo breathes out, a sound that's almost a sigh, albeit one more filled with fondness than exasperation. The other girls of mu's have more or less grasped the hang of making onigiri, which allows her to walk over to where Rin is squeezing her rice too tightly in order to give her a hand.

"Loosen your grip," Hanayo suggests. "You aren't trying to grab the rice ball like it's a baseball you're about to throw. You have to treat the rice gently, when making onigiri."

She places her hands over Rin's, re-positioning them subtly and moving with Rin, as she makes another attempt at the motions Hanayo has taught all of them to use in shaping the rice. With Hanayo's help things go more smoothly, and Rin emerges with an onigiri that might be the littlest bit lopsided, but which isn't manhandled into too-compressed shapelessness, as her previous attempt had been.

"Better," Hanayo says, a smile in her voice.

Rin flashes her a grin, and immediately moves on to the next.

"Hanayo..." another voice says, this one a bit more reluctant in her calling.

Maki never was nearly as pushy as Rin, far preferring to appear aloof and removed. Hanayo has never minded. It was something they've always had in common — needing a little bit of time to warm up, a little bit of time to get to know someone. Until that happened, neither of them could quite find their feet.

"Are you having trouble?" Hanayo asks, moving over to the stretch of counter Maki has been working at.

Her hands are wet, and her work station is neat and clean, but it appears as if her rice has hardly been touched, all of it still sitting in the bowl Hanayo had dished it into, when she was portioning out measures from the rice cooker so everyone could easily reach. It looks as if Maki has hardly tried at all.

"I don't know if I can do this," Maki says. "It's just not the sort of thing I'm good at."

"Anyone can make onigiri," Hanayo insists. "All you need to do is believe that, and to try."

Maki looks at her skeptically, from behind the curtain of her hair where it's fallen in front of her face. But Hanayo only looks back, not having words enough to push Maki, but feeling very strongly that if Maki would only really try at it, making onigiri would come as naturally to her as everything else that she does.

"Show me how you're making them," Hanayo suggests, patiently. "And I'll help you."

Maki hesitates, her hands moving toward the bowl of rice but not quite reaching into it. Hanayo can see the slender dips of her wrists, white and pale as she bends them. Her fingers are slim and sure, the trademark of those flexible pianists hands. When they scoop up a measure of the rice, lone grains stick to them, dimpling Maki's palms with little rice-shaped indentations.

"Hanayo?" Maki says. "What's the first step?"

Hanayo shakes her head, clearing it, focusing her attention. She knows how to make onigiri backwards and forwards. But some things are easier hands-on, and she can't help but remember what had worked for Rin.

"Let me help you," Hanayo says, reaching out to cover Maki's hands with her own.

They work together, Hanayo guiding, Maki following. Hanayo murmurs the instructions into Maki's ear, giving her little cues and the occasional pointer on what to do next. They're standing very close together, with both their hands wrapped around the same ball of rice. It's warm. Cozy. They learn to move in time with each other before the first of Maki's onigiri is finished.

When it's done, it's the perfect shape, plump and triangular and ready to be eaten. Maki's hands are still coated with a layer of stickiness from the rice — Hanayo feels it when she lets go of them. Somehow, she doesn't especially mind.

"That isn't too bad, is it?" Maki asks, squinting down at the onigiri where she's set it on a plate.

"No," Hanayo says, though she's watching the way Maki's fingers straighten the plate so it sits just so, more than she's paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth. "It's not bad at all. I think you've gotten the hang of this!"

Prompt: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

[hqqt]

ayase Eli/sonoda umi (love live)

No tags

Remember when umi gave Eli's hair a trim on a sleepover at butt o'clock

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[tsunderekita]

Ayase Eli /& Sonoda Umi (Love Live)
tags: bathing, non-sexual nudity

Remember when Eli and Umi were the last ones in the bath after a long day's practice and had a nice time relaxing and washing each other?

The thought here is actually NOT sexytimes but I won't stop you if it heads that way.

PROMPT: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[underscored]

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru & Kousaka Honoka, Haikyuu!! & Love Live!
no tags

Remember when KyouYaha won backstage passes to the Muse concert and got to met Yahaba's best girl?

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

no tags; 869w

Shigeru is dejected that morning, and Kentarou doesn't even need to ask why, because he already knows. It's all that Shigeru has been talking about for the past two weeks, after all; he's been spending every last yen of his pocket money entering the lottery to win backstage passes to the µs concert next weekend, and the winners were announced at midnight last night.

He's slow to change in the club room, his shoulders slumped, and it's early enough that no one else is around just yet, so Kentarou comes up behind him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Hey," Shigeru sighs, leaning into his boyfriend's touch. "Sorry. I'll get over it in a bit. I just… I really wanted to win, okay? I was trying not to get ahead of myself and imagine what it would be like to meet my favourite idol, but… she's just so amazing, okay? She works hard and she's determined and she gets so much flack for it, which is just ridiculous and—you've heard me talk about this before. I'll stop."

"What was her name again?" Kentarou asks. "Was that one… Hanayo?"

"Honoka," Shigeru corrects, smiling as he turns to Kentarou, kissing the tip of his nose. "It's easy to get them mixed up if you're not all that invested, I guess."

"Their music's alright," Kentarou murmurs, wrapping his arms around Shigeru's waist. "I mean, we are going to the concert together, right? Even if you didn't win those backstage passes, you still get to see Honoka on stage. That's pretty cool."

"Yeah," Shigeru nods, kissing Kentarou one last time before they both turn away to finish changing. "You have a point, there."

—

It's hard to keep a secret for an entire week and a half, and it eats away at Kentarou. It sits there at the tip of his tongue, and he burns with the knowledge with just a few words, he could absolutely make Shigeru's day.

But he knows that he's going to get an even better reaction if he waits for it. He knows that it's going to be worth it.

He still checks that the passes are there in their envelope every single day before going to bed, before leaving school, after coming home. He can't wait to see Shigeru's face.

—

"Hey," Kentarou says, as they get to concert venue, hours early, because of who Shigeru is as a person. "I have something I need to tell you."

"That sounds ominous," Shigeru says warily. "You're not breaking up with me, are you? I know I joke about leaving you for Honoka but I suck too much at talking to girls to actually follow through with that."

Kentarou snorts quietly. "You can't even look my big sister in the eye while you talk to her. You're such a useless bisexual. But no, it's not about that. Actually—maybe it's not something that I need to tell you? It's something I have to show you."

Shigeru waits, and Kentarou pulls the passes out of his pocket.

In the span of five seconds, Shigeru's face does some incredibly interesting things.

First, he frowns, like he doesn't really understand what he's looking at or why Kentarou is showing it to him. Then it clicks, and his eyes go wider than Kentarou has ever seen before. He shakes his head in disbelief. He looks at Kentarou with a look of—anger, jealousy, Kentarou isn't quite sure.

Then, he begins to tear up.

"You won passes," he sniffs. "Fuck you, I wanted to win passes. You didn't even tell me you were entering the lottery! You—oh fuck, you didn't apply for the Hanayo lottery instead of Honoka, did you?"

Kentarou laughs, and he means to shove Shigeru lightly. Instead, his hand just lingers there on Shigeru's side.

"I know who your best girl is, you know. You'd hope I would, when you don't shut up about her." Kentarou grins. "I wanted it to be a surprise. We're going to meet Honoka."

"I love you," Shigeru whispers, covering his mouth with both hands, tearing up again. "I mean, I love Honoka more, but I love you."

—

The meet and greet doesn't last for very long, and Shigeru spends all the time he gets telling Honoka how much he appreciates her hard work, and it's cute, Kentarou thinks, as he watches.

Honoka is like a ball of sunshine. She's enthusiastic, she's caring, she truly appreciates the fact that Shigeru admires her so much.

"I'm the captain of my volleyball team," Shigeru says, and takes Kentarou's hand. "This is my—ace. Boyfriend. The team's ace. Watching you bring people together to form a team is so inspiring."

She looks between the two of them, and her smile grows even wider. "I'm glad. It's good to see that you know what you want, and you're doing your best to achieve it! Fighto daiyo!"

They're ushered out, and Yahaba's face is red.

"She said the thing."

"I heard her," Kentarou replies, with his hand on Shigeru's back. "Do you need a minute? You look like you might actually explode."

"I really really need to drag you off into a quiet corner and kiss you really hard," Shigeru whispers. "Thank you."

Prompt: Team Mihashi Ren/Tajima Yuuichirou

[qingtian]

love live, Eli/&Umi

Remember when Eli picked up crocheting

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[catlarks]

no tags
Word Count: 708


"Hold still," Eli says, one of her hands brushing past Umi's temple to tuck a lock of hair away behind her ear. Eli smiles, and Umi cannot help but give a smile of her own in turn.

"What is it?" Umi asks. "Do I have something in my hair?"

"Not yet," Eli replies, the corners of her lips pulling up farther. "But I thought I might offer you a bit of styling. I've been working on a few new accessories, and this one would look lovely on you."

Umi ducks her head, momentarily derailed by the compliment. When she meets Eli's gaze again, she nods, unable to refuse the gentle touch of the older girl's fingers where they cup against her cheek, where they fuss thoughtfully with her hair. Eli does have an eye for this sort of thing, and a stately elegance to her designs. If Eli is the one administering to her, she trusts that she will love seeing the results.

"Of course," is what she says, then, "Should I—"

"No, this is perfectly alright," Eli says, pulling herself to sit behind Umi's chair. "I can work with this just fine."

Eli's hands are light, picking out strands of her hair, peeling away sections from the front to twist into slender ropes meeting just above the base of her neck. She can feel where Eli holds them, twisting something into her hair to fasten the twin tails together. Whatever it is, it's heavy against Umi's head — not prohibitively so, but it hangs with a weight that Umi cannot miss.

"What is it?" she asks softly. "Can I see?"

"I have a hand mirror," Eli says. "But, hmm, we may need to maneuver a bit more than that."

Umi doesn't mind. She pushes herself up from her chair with her usual resolve, catching Eli's hand so that her fingers close around Eli's wrist. Eli laughs, and it's only then that Umi realizes she may have become hasty.

"We can use the bathroom mirrors," Umi explains. "You should have shown me what you made before fastening it in place!"

"Oh," Eli says. "I suppose I could have done that."

Umi can't help but think that Eli has done things this way on purpose. But that makes no sense, and she pushes the thought from her mind. Her hand is still wrapped around Eli's wrist, Eli's other hand grabbing hold of her bag, before she pulls Eli down the hallway and into the deserted bathroom. The mirror is a broad stretch of silvered glass, reflecting back Umi's own serious face and Eli's smiling one where she stands just beside her.

Umi can see the tops of the hair twists pulling back from her temples, but other than that she doesn't look all that different from the front.

"May I?" she asks Eli.

"Allow me," Eli replies, holding up the hand mirror behind the back of Umi's head.

Reflected in it, Umi can see the hair tie Eli has fashioned, from countless loops of deep blue thread. They're shot through with silver and gold, in an interlocking pattern used to build the band that wraps around Umi's hair to hold it in place. Dangling from it are little stars and shells in gold and white, constellations of the same tiny stitches that form every other part of the hairpiece. It's delicate, lovely, and just the sort of thing Umi would willingly consent to wear.

"How did you make it?" Umi wonders, one hand coming up to finger the accessory holding back her hair.

"Sometimes beads haven't felt like the way to go," Eli says. "So I thought I should pick up some new techniques. Most of this one is crochet, although the elastic itself isn't."

Umi touches the hair tie again, gently, flicking the little stars lightly with her fingers. She doesn't have to see her face in the mirror to know that she's smiling, she can feel it in her cheeks where they're just starting to ache. All of the stitches are so tiny — she can tell that Eli must have put a lot of time into the item's construction.

"Thank you," Umi says.

"You're welcome," Eli replies, admitting, "I did make this one especially for you."

Prompt: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

[hqqt]

hoshizora rin/nishikino maki (love live)

No tags

Remember when rin wanted to adopt EVERY cat and maki had to provide proof that this is not possible

(Remember when maki somehow ended up with a kitten anyway, while rin remains petless)

Re: Prompt: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

[underscored]

rin is me

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[tsunderekita]

Ayase Eli/Sonoda Umi (Love Live)
tags: Umi's impure thoughts

Remember when Eli asked Umi to help her with the zipper on her dress before the wedding photoshoot?

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mother_herbivore]

Umi Sonoda/Eli Ayase, love live
no tags

remember when eli and umi made syrniki together? (bonus content: remember when one of them got splattered with some of the hot oil and the other scolded her for being careless (but still treated her burns with the utmost tender care?)

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi, Kuroko no Basuke

no tags

Remember when there was a cage, a bird, and a kite? (You are neither of those; you are the key.)

make what you will of that, kii

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

no tags
word count: 504

"Even if I can't be anything else," Tatsuya says, "then at least I'm yours."

But that is not how this story ends.




Tatsuya begins his journey, as everyone in life does, with a choice. He is presented with three things; a cage, a bird, a kite, and told that he can only choose one.

The cage is made of made of wrought iron. It looks solid. Heavy. It is empty.

The bird has clipped wings. It sings beautifully. It is not what he needs.

The kite has a beautiful tail and is attached to a long string. It is not how Tatsuya wants to touch the sky.

"My choice," Tatsuya says, "is nothing."

He does not wait to find out whether or not he is allowed to make this choice. He picks out a path, empty-handed, and begins to walk.




Atsushi, too, is given a choice. His three things are different; a book, a locked box, a scarf.

"This is boring," he says, and picks up the locked box, shaking it hard.

It does not make a sound, even though it feels heavy. He hums, tucking it under his arm and walks away. Starts on one path but tires of it quickly, wandering off, until he finds another. It makes no difference to him, in the end.




Tatsuya sees Atsushi from a distance, wandering absently, turning a box over and over in his hands. They pause, watching each other. It is Tatsuya who makes the first move, walking closer.

"What do you have?" Atsushi asks, in the middle of the long and empty path, with nobody else in sight. He does not question the fact that Tatsuya is the first person that he has seen.

"Nothing," Tatsuya replies. "I have nothing."

"Boring," Atsushi tells him.

"What do you have in your box?"

"I don't know."

Tatsuya looks away, his lips curving into a smile. "Boring."

"It's locked," Atsushi says, shaking it in front of Tatsuya to show him.

Tatsuya looks at it. "No it's not."




"I don't care what's inside," Atsushi says. He cannot remember when he and Tatsuya started walking together, but he decides that he will not complain. His hands are still turning the box over and over. It has become an idle habit, by now.

"I'm sure you don't," Tatsuya replies indulgently. "I'm sure it doesn't matter at all."

Atsushi huffs. "It doesn't."




"You said it's not locked," Atsushi says, and his words may not be a question, but his meaning is clear enough in the way he pushes the box over to Tatsuya.

"I don't see a lock," Tatsuya tells him, picking it up.

"There's a trick to opening it. You can't open it unless you know exactly—" Atsushi frowns as Tatsuya takes hold of the lid and eases it open, "—how."

"Well." Tatsuya places the box down. "That's how you do it. After all of that, you don't even find anything inside. It's empty."

"Mm," Atsushi sighs, lying on the ground, looking up at the sky. "I found you."

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Haikyuu!

supernatural (maybe? or it can just be meta)

Remember when none of you casted shadows, but everything still felt so real?

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

no tags
word count: 490

When does something not cast a shadow?

Shigeru knows the answer as if the question has been crafted specifically for him. He doesn't even stop to consider the fact that perhaps it was.

When it isn't real, he supplies confidently, and he doesn't stop to care about what that means, either.

It doesn't matter to him at all.

The only thing that matters right now is the fact that Kentarou's hands are warm in his own, rough with calluses but still tender in the way his fingers wrap around Shigeru's. Their foreheads rest against each other, and Shigeru's chest feels full with happiness, with contentment. This is all that he wants right now. The details themselves don't matter at all.

Kentarou pulls back, his gaze soft, his eyes the bright amber of the setting sun, his smile just as warm. Shigeru wonders if it's possible to actually burst with how much love he feels.

It doesn't really matter either way, if this isn't real.

Shigeru doesn't even know where they are. That doesn't matter to him either. All he cares about is the fact that he knows for certain that no one is going to disturb them here. He has Kentarou to himself. He wants to keep it that way, at least for now.




Dawn arrives with the gentle glow of the sun, pulling Shigeru from his sleep, leaving him blinking, slow and disoriented, as he struggles to remember what is real.

He lifts his hand over his face, and his eyes are caught in its shadow.

He sighs.




There's light everywhere, does that mean that there won't be any shadows?

Shigeru doesn't know where he is, again, but he can feel the phantom warmth of Kentarou's lips along his neck. He can smell Kentarou on him, sharp and strong, the way he does when they've just recently had their arms around each other.

He looks around, but he doesn't see anyone else.

Then, a figure in the distance.

Your limbs don't leave any shadows, your footsteps don't make a sound.

This isn't real and Shigeru is certain of that now. He walks forward, meeting Kentarou halfway in between nothing and nothing else. They're warm against each other. This moment is perfect—too perfect—and it isn't real.

Shigeru still doesn't care.




He's slower to wake this time. There are shadows cast all across his room and he gets to his feet, watching as his head and shoulders join the shadows on the wall.

Real, he thinks to himself. He tries not to be disappointed about it.

He goes about his day, business as usual, to work, to lunch, to the gym, back home.

His apartment is too big, too empty, too lonely.

He takes a deep breath, and he tries to remember what it was like to have company.

Kentarou, an apologetic kiss to Shigeru's forehead, a soft click of the door in the middle of the night, is long gone.

PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[hunks]

iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru (rule 63) (haikyuu!!)

remember when oikawa and iwaizumi were lesbians??

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T

[dynamite]

iwaoi, graphics/cosplay fill
iwachan being rude, cisswap

oikawa = dynamite
iwaizumi = chiharu


A CLASSIC

PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[hunks]

tsukishima kei/hinata shouyou/yamaguchi tadashi/kageyama tobio (no tags) (haikyuu!!)

remember when the four of them all got up to some shoujo activities?

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[chiharu]

Hinata/ Kageyama & Yachi & Tsukishima & Yamaguchi, no tags, 1535 words, G


When Yachi volunteered to be the costume designer for their class play in second year, Kageyama hadn’t given it a second thought. Yachi had always been creative, and it felt fitting that she made the outfits for their period production, even if Kageyama played a lowly blacksmith and Hinata an errand boy.



Still, something changed after the play, and Yachi became busier with her own projects outside of volleyball. Kageyama didn’t pry because she didn’t offer. Yachi deserved her privacy, and Kageyama told Hinata as much when Yachi became more and more haggard-looking as the year went by.



Hinata just huffs in response. "You don't want to ask because you're lazy!"



Kageyama has been called many things in his life, but lazy isn’t one of them. He closes his locker door shut and looks down at his volley partner of three years, boyfriend of three months. "You haven't asked her either!"



A response is on the tip of Hinata's tongue when Tsukishima, already done changing, cuts in. "Stop stalling and take your lovers' quarrel elsewhere. You're bothering the first years."



The first years, in fact, look more entertained by their exchange than anything. Still, they duck through the door of the club room and bid Tsukishima goodbye with a quick "See you tomorrow, Captain!"



Hinata has the surprising tact to wait until all the underclassmen are gone before rounding on Tsukishima. "We're not fighting! We're talking about Yachi-san! Don't you think something is going on with her?"



"I know something is going on with her." Tsukishima picks up his bag. "But that's her business. Don't be nosy."



Yamaguchi cuts in then. "Hinata's right, Tsukki. Yachi-san looks so tired lately, like she can barely stay upright during practice. You're both in the advanced class. Do you think classwork is weighing her down?"



Judging by the expression on Tsukishima's face and Yachi's academic history, Kageyama already knows the answer before Tsukishima says, "No."



"I'm going to ask her," Hinata decides. He throws his bag strap over his shoulder and strides out of the club room. When Tsukishima gives him an expectant look, Kageyama does the same and follows Hinata.



Yachi is locking up the gym when all four of them descend on her smaller figure. As a sign of how long she's known them, Yachi doesn't jump at the sight of them, although she does gulp. "Do you need something?" She asks.



"We're worried about you" comes out of Yamaguchi's mouth the same time Hinata shouts "WHAT'S GOING ON?!"



"Um." Yachi blinks once, then twice. "What are you referring to?"



"You're tired all the time," Kageyama begins.



"The first years think you're sleeping with your eyes open at practice," Yamaguchi adds.



Tsukishima adjusts his glasses. "If anything is affecting your performance as our manager, I'd like to know about it."



"PLEASE TELL US, YACHI-SAN!"



"Um." Yachi clutches the keys to the gym close to her chest. "Would you like to see it?"









The condo Yachi shares with her mother is cleaner than Kageyama remembers. Kageyama hasn't been here since they baked cookies for their first-year libero's birthday-- Yachi's idea, of course. Unwittingly, he shares a look with Tsukishima as they follow Yachi to what used to be the guest room.



The normally neat room is now in disarray with fabric thrown across various surfaces. A sewing machine sits at the desk, flanked by two Styrofoam heads with bright colored wigs. Judging by the half-tucked chair and the trail of loose thread, Kageyama has an idea of what Yachi has been doing in her spare time.



"What is this for?" Yamaguchi asks while Hinata oohs and ahhhs through the room, touching everything. "Are you making the costumes for another play?"



"It's not for a play," Yachi whispers while folding some fabric. Her voice drops a few decibels and Kageyama doesn't catch what she says next.



Hinata frowns. "What? I can't hear you."



Yachi mutters something under her breath again, her face red.



"Wha-"



"She said cosplay," Tsukishima cuts in, looking annoyed. "She's making these things for cosplay. Learn to listen when people are talking."



Hinata scrunches his nose up in a way Kageyama would have found obnoxious, if it wasn't so endearing. "Is that like dressing up as anime characters?"



"If you already know the answer, then don't ask." Tsukishima.



"I think this is really cool, Yachi-san!" Yamaguchi.



"Are you going to wear ALL these by yourself?" Hinata.



Yachi frowns. "Um. I met some people online, and have been participating in their cosplay group since. It's been a few months."



Yamaguchi carefully lifts one of the Styrofoam heads to examine the styled wig. "That's so impressive! Do you only make the costumes or do you also wear them?"



"I do a little of both! Sometimes I wear them and sometimes I act as the photographer. I also edit our group photos, but it's fun and I really enjoy it!" Yachi is talking fast in a way she only does when excited. "We have a shoot coming up next weekend and things have been hectic. Um... I'm sorry if I've been a bad manager lately."



"You're not," Tsukishima says, voice neutral.



"Soooo, what's the problem?" Hinata takes a seat on the bed, thankfully not on any of Yachi's fabric. "Are you behind on making the costumes?"



Yachi looks nervously at them. "No. The costumes aren't the problem. Two of our friends had a last minute emergency and can't make it anymore. Actually... I was hoping you guys could help me?"

















"No," Tsukishima says when they arrive at the train station.



"Why not?!" Hinata demands, already bouncing in excitement. "It would be so much fun!"



"Think of all Yachi-san has done for us," Yamaguchi adds. Kageyama isn't surprised, because Hinata and Yamaguchi would probably rob a bank for Yachi if the need arose.



Tsukishima makes an affronted noise. "I'm not letting anyone photograph me in anime cosplay."



"Why not? Even Kageyama is doing it!" The look Hinata gives Kageyama is half pass-me-the-ball and half can-I-have-your-extra-meatbun?



Kageyama thinks about all the tests Yachi has helped them study for. When Kageyama rolled his ankle last year, Yachi had been the one who patched him up and, in her own mousey way, enforced his bed rest. She was also the one who helped Hinata practice confessing to Kageyama and bought Kageyama milk on The Big Day to ensure his good mood, as if Kageyama would've ever rejected Hinata. "Okay," he says at last. "I'm in."



"Come on, Tsukki!" Yamaguchi insists. "She needs someone pale! Hinata and I are too tan for it!"



Tsukishima looks away. "Kageyama can do it."



"Kageyama is already cosplaying your love interest!" Hinata yells, drawing the attention of people around them. A mother on the platform slowly moves her child away. "Think about what Yachi-san has done for us. Think about what I have to sacrifice!"



Tsukishima looks at Hinata like he has grown a volleyball for a head. It's crossed between disbelief and resignation, the same way he had looked months ago when Ennoshita named him as the new Karasuno captain. He says nothing besides, "Come, Yamaguchi" when their train arrives. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi live in the opposite direction of Hinata and Kageyama, so they leave without fanfare.



"Do you think he'll do it?" Hinata asks when it's just him and Kageyama left on the platform. He moves a bit closer to Kageyama when more people arrive on the platform.



Kageyama readjusts their position so he can set his chin on Hinata's head. He keeps a palm pressed against Hinata's stomach to keep his boyfriend from fidgeting. "Yeah. He'll do it."



"Hah!" Hinata grins up at him. "As expected from our Vice Captain! You won't regret this!"













Kageyama regrets it immediately when Yachi's friend brings out a make up kit. Thankfully, she doesn't do much with Kageyama's face, opting to cover him with a layer of powder before working on Kageyama's hair.



"Good job, Yachi-chan!" The friend says to Yachi, who is fixing her own wig. "Your friend looks just like Nanase-kun!"



Yachi laughs nervously. She looks so different with red contacts and the wig on. "Thanks, A-chan!"



They all pause when Hinata comes bounding over. He's assigned to lighting duty, which consists mostly of him holding a giant umbrella around. "Yachi-san! Kageyama! I think Tsukishima is about to kill someone!"



"That's just the makeup," A-chan says while carefully parting Kageyama’s hair with a comb. "Rin is supposed to look angry."



Hinata tilts until he can see around A-chan. "Kageyama-kun! You look so dashing!"



"Thanks," Kageyama grunts and tries to not blow hair out of his face.



"The rest of the team will be so jealous we got to participate and they didn't!"



This is apparently the wrong thing to say, because A-chan stops obsessing over Kageyama's hair and turns to Yachi. "Hitoka-chan, you have access to more boys?"



Kageyama just groans. Yet, he looks between Yachi laughter at Hinata's grin and think this is all worth it.

PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[hunks]

kindaichi yuutarou/kunimi akira (no tags) (haikyuu!!)

remember when there was a cardcaptor sakura au...and kunimi was sakura......

Re: PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[chiharu]

lemme push my fill down lol

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[kayable]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu!!)
Tags for nsfw

Remember when Hajime first realised he was gay because he had a wet dream starring his best friend?

(Remember when Oikawa found out and improved on it)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[ambivia]

o m fg [bookmarks at speed of light]

PROMPT: TEAM KOBAYAKAWA SENA/SHIN SEIJURO

[queenschnee]

kozume kenma & or / lev haiba & or / hinata shouyou , haikyuu!!

Remember when Lev and Kenma were expecting a cat but found Hinata stuck in a tree?

no tags

PROMPT: TEAM KOBAYAKAWA SENA/SHIN SEIJURO

[queenschnee]

lev haiba / yaku morisuke haikyuu!!

remember when lev taught yaku a little russian?

no tags

PROMPT: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya

[kazuyaloveseijun]

Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, Daiya no Ace

no tags

Remember when Miyuki fell out of love with baseball and Sawamura helped him find his love again?

PROMPT: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

[kiyala]

Naruko Shoukichi/Imaizumi Shunsuke, Yowamushi Pedal
No tags

Remember when Naruko wanted to become the Hokage?

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T

[chiharu]

Naruko/Imaizumi, T, references to violence, 433 words

Naruko catches up to Imaizumi at Valley of the End. He's never stepped foot in the Land of Sound before, but he doesn't want to entertain the idea of Imaizumi going there either. "HOT SHOT!" Naruko screams at the top of his lungs as he leans over scratched knees.

As expected, Imaizumi halts in his step but does not turn around. He's heading for the waterfall that divides the Land of Sound and the Land of Fire, and Naruko knows Imaizumi won't come back if he lets him go.

"You shouldn't have come," Imaizumi says, his voice cold and clinical like he's pretending to be strong.

Naruko thinks about everyone who has helped on this mission. Onoda blames himself for letting Imaizumi leave and Naruko doesn't even know if Ayoyagi and Teshima are still alive. "Don't be stupid, Hotshot! I know those sound-nins messed with your mind! Come back with me and we'll forgive you for being stupid!"

"You don't get it!" Imaizumi snaps. "I'm not like you or Onoda. I can't- I have to become stronger to defeat Midousuji. Staying in Konoha isn't enough!"

"Why!?" Naruko screams. He wants to ask, why aren't we enough?

When Imaizumi turns around, his face is livid and almost unrecognizable. The cursed seal has broken all of his skin, leaving dark marks across Imaizumi's normally pale cheeks. "You don't understand, Naruko. You don't know what it's like to constantly live in someone's shadow, to not be good enough."

"Fuck that!" There are tears burning in the back of Naruko's eyes now. He thinks about the years he spent alone, gazing towards the Mt. Hokage while he failed and failed at everything. "I know that more than anyone! Stop being so goddamn selfish!"

Imaizumi moves forward to grab Naruko's collar. "You-"

"Yeah, I don't understand everything!" Naruko cuts in. "But we're a team now-- you, me, and Onoda! I want all of our dreams to come true!"

"My dream is to be stro-" Imaizumi forces himself to stop and loses his grasp, making Naruko stumble backwards. "Go home, Naruko."

"Come home with me!" Naruko insists, swallowing his own pride. "Come home to Onoda and Kanzaki and everyone!"

"Konoha is no longer my home," Imaizumi says quietly as the rain overhead flattens his bangs to his face.

Naruko takes a deep breath. "You're not leaving! Not over my dead body!"

The silence that follows is unbearable, and Naruko is wildly aware of the rain falling around them, coating everything in a layer of mist. Eventually, Imaizumi reaches up to remove his Hitai-ate.

"Okay," Imaizumi says. "Let's fight."

PROMPT: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

[kiyala]

Kageyama Tobio & Onoda Sakamichi, Haikyuu!! & Yowamushi Pedal
No tags

Remember when Kageyama joined the road racing club?

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi, Kuroko no Basuke

no tags

Remember when you were terrified with the lights out? (It's unseen, it's undead, it's something hiding under the creaks of your bed.)

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[kiyala]

monsters(?)
word count: 646

It's not the dark that Tatsuya is afraid of, so much as it's the feeling of the fear taking a hold of him. It creeps along the bed, invisible, and weightless. It doesn't disturb the sheets, it doesn't make a noise, but it's there all the same, sitting on his chest, closing up his throat.

He breathes out, pauses, breathes in.

This is the part he hates the most. The waiting. The anticipation. Each second feels heavy as it ticks past and it's so dark, so silent that he can't follow the passage of time at all, can't even tell if his eyes are open or shut. He feels like he's suspended, even with the feeling of the mattress beneath his back, even with the weight of his quilt on top of him.

He breathes.

In, out, in out, in, out—

There's a low creak, and his sucks a sharp breath in. He doesn't know if his eyes were open before, but they are now. He can't see anything. He doesn't know whether to hope that it will remain that way, or if he would rather face whatever it is that has been keeping him up the past few nights, whatever presence he feels that doesn't quite sit right with him. It makes his skin crawl, it leaves his senses feeling too sharp, picking up every small change in his surroundings.

There's another creak, and he sits up, throwing his sheets back, hand flailing out to his side, to turn his bedside lamp on. He wants to see, he decides. He wants to know what it is.

Tatsuya is old enough that he isn't afraid of monsters under his bed, or to believe in them, but he grabs for his phone, turns the flashlight on, and checks anyway.

He flinches back at the sight of two purple eyes staring back at him.

"What—" his voice is thin, pitched higher than normal with fear. He's covered in cold sweat. "What are you?"

There's another creak in answer. Tatsuya, sitting on the floor of his room, watches as his bed trembles. There's a monster beneath it, and it's moving.

"Don't come near me," he threatens, his voice still shaking. "I'll hurt you."

The monster crawls out, and it's bigger than he is. So tall that it feels like it reaches the ceiling. In the lamplight, it looks purple. It looks entirely uninterested in Tatsuya.

"What are you?" he repeats, stumbling as he lifts himself onto his feet. He grabs the first thing he can think of to use a weapon. It ends up being the lamp, and moving the light source throws new shadows against the wall, large, sharp, shifting on their own even though there's nothing to cast them.

The monster doesn't talk, but Tatsuya takes one look and suddenly understands. "Oh. So that's where you went."

Atsushi, the monster that people sometimes like to say that he is, inclines his head and doesn't speak. Behind him, Tatsuya's bed creaks again.

"It can't have been comfortable under there," Tatsuya says lightly, pretending that his voice isn't still trembling. "Come on. There's plenty of space here."

If exhaustion and disillusion had a physical form, Atsushi would be it. Tatsuya can feel it coming from him in waves, and it's difficult to block it out, to keep himself from accepting it as his own.

"Come on," Tatsuya says again, and takes a step towards Atsushi, touching him, coaxing him back into a human shape. "You don't need to be like that. There's enough space in my bed for us both. You'll feel better after you've rested."

Atsushi lets himself be guided into bed, gradually becoming more human the more that Tatsuya touches him.

By the morning, he's grumpy and tired, but entirely human-shaped once again.

"See?" Tatsuya kisses him on the forehead with a smile. "That wasn't so bad."