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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
- Package: medium sized cube, rattles
From: Kageyama Tobio
To: Hinata Shouyou
Note: These will help you get better. - Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kinjou Shingo
Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets! - Your prompt MUST include a relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
package: one small box
from: Yamaguchi
to: Yachi
note: These reminded me of you, I hope you like it...
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
I love
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G
Fill: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G
no tags, 1336 words
“This is for you.”
It was just another Wednesday. When Kiyoko handed her the box at the beginning of practice, Yachi’s base reaction was sheer incredulity. She thought this little, simplistic white box was from the third-year. A beautiful girl, the most beautiful girl in the world was giving her a present. Blood flushed to her face, and a million, wild possibilities flooded her brain. Words wouldn’t come to her mouth because they were all getting jumbled, crisscrossed in her head. Thank you so much, Kiyoko-senpai! I don’t deserve such kindness! I should be the one giving you a gift!!!
But she never got to stutter any of them out. The older girl cut her fretting short when she chuckled softly and cocked her head to get a lock of her hair out of her eye. “It’s not from me.”
Oh. Yachi tried to not look so blatantly disappointed. But she really was. Her life had flashed before her eyes, all her fantasies had seemed leaps and bounds closer to reality... And here they were now: crushed. Yachi tried smiling, but it didn’t feel genuine at all. “Um…”
Kiyoko handed her the box, and her gentle expression grew a little sly. Yachi’s throat went dry. Behind the older manager’s glasses, her focus briefly darted away from Yachi’s and over to the boys who warming up on the court. “It’s from Yamaguchi.” And with that, she left, walking back into the supply closet to get the rest of the equipment out.
It’s from… Yamaguchi?
She wasn’t disappointed anymore, that’s for sure. If anything… she felt… she didn’t know how she felt. The word warm came to mind. Giddy. Yamaguchi gave her this.
Tadashi got her a present.
A present…! In all the commotion, she hadn’t even examined it yet. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was just a small, white, thin cardboard box, barely larger than her palms. Light, hollow. Whatever it was, it wasn’t big.
And that’s when she noticed the message scrawled onto an orange sticky note placed on top.
These reminded me of you, I hope you like it…
The note was only slightly lopsided. But it looked like he tried.
Yachi was almost too nervous to open the box. What could it be? Was she unnecessarily getting her hopes up? That was a bad habit of hers. She’d just done the same thing with Kiyoko, her mind going to extremes more easily than an off balance scale. But that’s who she was, that’s how it was always going to be, so she tried to accept it.
But… but what if? Yachi held the box tighter, and sighed. She wouldn’t know unless she opened it first. No use getting stressed over hypotheses.
Not feeling brave enough to glance over to see if Tadashi was looking, she carefully, gently opening the box. It really was a present - he put tissue paper inside.
Tissue paper.
Her heart hiccuped inside her throat. Uh-oh. He’d put effort into this. Heat crawled up her neck and tingled into her fingers, her stomach shivering with excitement, her lips suddenly curling upwards. She was smiling, hard.
When she folded the tissue away and saw what was underneath it, her breath caught in her throat.
A pair of heart-shaped hair clips.
Lustrous metallic rose, with soft cute designs. They were just like her star clips that she wore in her hair everyday. But they were different: pinks and greens, with a shiny border around the perimeter of the shapes. They were slightly newer, actually… they were incredible. Perfect, even.
Yachi swallowed and ran her fingertips over the design. It wasn’t cheaply made, that was for sure. Nice quality hard plastic, the clips themselves sturdy, not something that would break easily. And they were just so cute…
She snapped her attention up to the team, her eyes feeling a little watery. Blinking through the tears she refused to shed, she located him in the group. Tadashi was helping Hinata stretch his hamstrings, pushing the redhead forward to touch his toes, while also conveniently hiding his face in his shirt as he leaned over.
Was he hiding?
They were still warming up… She could definitely run over there to talk to him…. right? Well, whatever happened, happened. Her legs seemed to have minds of their own, taking huge strides towards the team. She didn’t even know remotely what she’d say to him once she got there, she just knew she had to see him. Thank him. Ask why. Offer him money for the gift. Was that tacky? What were his intentions? Was this a friendship gesture or… or was it????
The next thing she knew she was in front of him, practically vibrating with excitement. Hinata strained out a chirpy hello! as he stretched below, and Tadashi’s neck splotched with red, still hiding his face.
Oh god, what did that mean…?
But everything was catching in her throat again. The words, the emotions, the ideas. Everything was just so fluid, rushing together, blending into something like an ink swirl, an explosion of color inside. It was bubbling and bubbling and it was rushing up to her voice box and she was hardly aware that she was blurting out thank you so much I love them Tadashi.
Hinata looked up, infinitely curious, knowing that he was witnessing something truly, horrifically awkward and private. Yachi glued her mouth shut.
Oh no. She called him by his first name. She’d been doing that in her head for awhile but never aloud.Never aloud.
Death would be great right about now.
Tadashi wasn’t looking up yet, but his shoulders were rigid, body taut. Of course he heard, how could he not? He was barely a meter away. Yachi swallowed the lump in her throat and willed him never to move, to never make eye contact again.
Maybe it’s not too late to switch schools?
But the heavens were fond of making things go the opposite way she wanted. Tadashi lifted his face. It was a splotchy pink color, awkwardly flushed, not quite complimentary to the plethora of freckles all over his cheeks. But he didn’t look angry, or shocked, disgusted. Far from it, actually.
He was smiling. At her. A real smile.
“I-I’m glad.” His voice cracked a little, and he sucked in a breath, getting even more pink before clearing his throat. “I saw them in a window and I just… well, um, you read the note…”
“They’re cute.” She cradled the box to her chest, never wanting to let it go. “They’re just the kind of thing I would buy.”
That made his eyes brighten, and Yachi’s stomach dropped inside, out of her body, into the core of the earth. Everything in her was crashing downward, melting. But Tadashi seemed to be raising up. He straightened his posture, leaving poor, confused Hinata on the floor to watch them.
Tadashi bit the inside of his cheek. “Um… so…”
Yachi smiled with her teeth.
“…Can I…?” He tried again.
“Yeah?”
It looked like he was saddling up for something. It made her pulse quicken. “Take you for… for ice cream after practice?”
Yes.
“Yeah.” Yachi held the box tighter, definitely not wanting to let go, especially now. “I would really, really like that, Yamaguchi.”
He snorted. “You can call me Tadashi.” You seem to already do.
“Okay… Tadashi.”
He took a step towards her and gazed into her eyes. It was the briefest moment, his face tensing before he decided to nod and walk towards Tsukishima. There’d been a debate inside his eyes, she could see. Did he want to say something else? Do something? Give her a hug, a high five or… or…
Yachi was okay not knowing for now. In reality, it didn’t even matter.
Because she had a date after practice.
Re: Fill: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G
Re: Fill: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G
Your Yachi's internal monologue is FABULOUS it is FABULOUS. I LOVE her and I'm so exciiiiited for their date and you write them both SO WELL!!! I hope you post this somewhere else so others can enjoy it!!! I LOVED IT
Re: Fill: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G