sportsanime | Bonus Round 1: Memory

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.

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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.
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Brand-new works only, please.

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400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)

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Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

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1150 words. Blood, Violence (to the face), Bloodplay (a little???)

ofc this is my first fill, i'm not even surprised :,D I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED

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Oikawa waved over his shoulder to the pair of girls gossiping about him by the schoolgate. They squealed, hiding their embarrassed faces behind their hands, and Oikawa turned back to Iwaizumi with a satisfied grin.

"That's how-"

"That face pisses me off," Iwaizumi cut him off gruffly.

Oikawa huffed, turning his nose up in feigned offense. They walked on down the sidewalk, schoolbags slung casually over their shoulders, bumping into each other every time Oikawa glanced up at the sunset and stopped watching where he was going. There was no practice that afternoon, so there was still some daylight illuminating their route home, and Iwaizumi considered stopping at the convenience mart to grab snacks for their study session.

"You could learn a lot from me about handling social situations, you know, Iwa-chan. Someone with your looks could never rely on natural charisma to make his way in this world," Oikawa was saying, but Iwaizumi just grunted, tuning out his boyfriend's narcissistic blathering. He was checking his pockets for loose change – did he have enough for milk bread? He just wanted a coffee for himself, as he could feel the exhaustion of cram week building pressure behind his eyes, and maybe caffeine would make tonight's calculus easier to comprehend.

"Iwa-chaaaan, you're not even listening," Oikawa whined. The taller boy leaned in close, fluttering his impossibly long eyelashes so close to Iwaizumi's face he swore he could feel them brush against his skin.

The wing spiker swatted at him on impulse, and Oikawa gracefully dodged his open palm, laughing brightly.

"Too slow, Iwa-chan! As if you'd dare mess up this pretty face of mine," Oikawa flirted, sticking out his tongue.

Iwaizumi scowled. Oikawa really did have a pretty face, unfairly so (especially when the setting sun lit up his wavy chestnut hair with auburn highlights, and made his soulful brown eyes turn soft and inviting). But it had never once stopped Iwaizumi from wanting to smack him for being an idiot. If anything, that pretty face – and Oikawa's total awareness of how it affected him – just pissed him off all the more.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see how pretty your smile is after you swallow a few of those teeth," Iwaizumi chuckled darkly.

Oikawa whooped and skipped backwards a step as Iwaizumi threw a playful right hook. His knuckles collided unexpectedly with something. Something that gave way with a startled yelp and a wet crunch.

Iwaizumi's bag slipped from his numb fingers and hit the sidewalk. Oikawa's hands clapped to his face, eyes huge and watery, blinking rapidly to stem the tears.

Iwaizumi stared in horror, transfixed as Oikawa crumpled to his knees. Sunset-red dripped between the setter's fingers and spattered the pavement.

"Shit," Iwaizumi blurted. "I mean-! Shit! I'm so sorry, Tooru, I thought you’d dodge, you know I didn't mean to—"

"Iwa-chan, you brute!" Oikawa wailed, muffled through his fingers. "I dink you broke my dose! How are dose arms so strong, you gorilla, ah…!"

The captain's voice trailed into a whimper as Iwaizumi knelt in front of him, gently prising his hands apart. It was hardly the first time he'd seen Oikawa bleed – and definitely not the first time it was his fault, either – but it was always different when they were off the court, without the adrenaline driving them to keep fighting at any cost. Oikawa was fragile when he let his guard down, just as he used to be as a kid, before he'd learned to build defenses at all.

He gripped Oikawa's chin and tipped it back, pointing his face skyward. Oikawa moved obediently as he was directed, snuffling wetly and looking anywhere but at Iwaizumi.

His skin was shock-pale, a darkening bruise blossoming purple and blue from where the punch struck him. It looked painful. Gouts of dark blood painted his lips and teeth red, making a mess of his school clothes. His stained hands were trembling, just slightly, as he lowered them, trusting, to his sides.

Iwaizumi used his free hand to rummage through his bag and locate his gym shirt. He gently staunched the nosebleed's flow with the fabric, hushing him under his breath, guiding him to pinch the bridge of his nose. As they both quietly waited, crouching on the pavement, Iwaizumi stroked his fingers through Oikawa's hair.

"It’s not broken," Iwaizumi murmured in reassurance. "Just bruised. I'm really sorry."

Oikawa relaxed into his touch, blinking away the dampness that made his long eyelashes stick in clumps. His lower lip was quivering, but he didn't say anything as he watched the sun sink below the horizon.

After a while, Iwaizumi tentatively removed the soiled shirt, and was relieved to find the bleeding had stopped. Good.

Without hesitation, he pulled Oikawa in by the shoulders, pressing their lips together. Oikawa hummed in surprise, but quickly melted into the forceful kiss, one hand twisting in his boyfriend's shirt collar to hold him close. Iwaizumi knew he needed the reassurance, and he wasn't good enough with his words, so this would have to do.

When Iwaizumi pulled back, there was a smear of red on his parted lips, until his tongue darted out to lick it off.

"Iwa-chan," Oikawa exhaled shakily. He looked dazed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you like my pretty face better when it's covered in blood… What a violent brute you are," he whispered, a slow smile curving wickedly along his countenance.

Iwaizumi coughed to disguise his laugh, and jammed the dirty gym clothes back into his bag. He offered a hand to help Oikawa stand.

"Are you seriously trying to hit on me right now, Shittykawa? You're a mess, we need to get you cleaned up at my house. You look super gross right now."

"Ooh, don't run away from your feelings, Ha-ji-me," he sang, hurrying to his feet. "You think I'm totally sexy right now, don't you? How scandalous! I can't wait to tell Makki and Mattsun about this."

"Are you trying to make fun of me or seduce me, idiot?" Iwaizumi laughed. He still felt an uncomfortable twist of guilt in his gut when he saw Oikawa touch his swollen face and wince; he'd make sure to get a cold washcloth and some pain meds from the bathroom as soon as they got home.

"Smooch me again, while I'm still concussed by your caveman fists," Oikawa crooned, waggling his eyebrows. He sniffled loudly, voice congested by his stuffy nose.

"Oh god, you're being serious," Iwaizumi groaned. He heaved a long-suffering sigh, gazing dramatically at the evening skyline. "This is gonna be a long study session."

Oikawa aimed an impatient kick at his shins. Iwaizumi stomped on his foot. Then before he could protest, he took Oikawa's hand in his, lacing their fingers together and giving a squeeze.

Oikawa beamed at him, through a puffy face and watery eyes, and squeezed back.

Eeeeeeee!! This is totally what I wanted thank you!!! Aaaah so nice I love it.

<3!!!

AHhhhh how is this so cute ;A; Iwa-chan control your gorilla arms!! I love how Hajime's thoughts are just constantly revolving around Oikawa, and how Oikawa just understands, accepts, moves on. You have a really nice writing style, and I adore how you've characterised them!

(✿ꈍ。 ꈍ✿) th-thank you!!

Bonus Round 1: Memory

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