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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-06-02 10:34 am
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Bonus Round 1.5: AUs


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 10 June. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.

Second verse, same as the first! This is an overflow post for br1, meant to hold new prompts and their fills (so that we don't hit comment cap on the first br post).

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

  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
    • 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., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
  • Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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)
There is no max work cap.

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For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

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First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
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saccharinescorpion: powerfulisntit (powerfulisntit)

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] saccharinescorpion 2017-06-09 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ihara Tomoya & Ishigaki Koutarou
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major tags: none
Other tags: none

Prompt: AU where Ihara does, in fact, feel more than a little resentful about how Ishigaki let Midousuji treat him and the rest of the team like garbage
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[personal profile] creamedcoffee 2017-06-09 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: IwaOi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: I love wolves!

Prompt: Alpha and Omega au please make them into dumb looking wolves i want to feel alive
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prompt: team grandstand

[personal profile] miaoujones 2017-06-09 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: miyuki kazuya &/ takigawa chris yuu; optional/possible miyuki kazuya & isashiki jun
Fandom: daiya no a | ace of diamond
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: au where chris wasn't injured, seriously or at all. determined to make the starting lineup as a first year, miyuki seeks alternatives and either picks up a second position (with his arm and speed, i'm thinking outfield, but it's up to any filler) or becomes a two-way player (as catcher and pitcher).

as always, please bring in any other characters you want/need. (i mean, imagine what it would do to jun if miyuki picks up pitching only that year and makes the bullpen?)
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[personal profile] kazuyas 2017-06-10 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: barely-there mention of sports injuries, miyuki-chris battery because i am weak to this apparently
Word Count: 835

i may or may not have subtly leaned on the fill i did for a chris-miyuki battery prompt from last summer but gosh i just love the idea of miyuki being a catcher and pitcher so thank you for this prompt


Chris remembers, from a time that somehow manages to seem so far and yet so recent, murmurs about Miyuki’s capabilities as a catcher and as a baseball player. He remembers the talk in middle school about his sense for the game, remembers watching him call pitches at a level of complexity he hadn’t yet seen from another catcher.

The hair on the back of his neck prickled a little, back then—recognition that there was another player that might just keep up with him.

“What do you make of it?”

The coach’s voice pulls him back to the present; Chris pulls his hand free of his mitt as he considers, casting his eyes over the bullpen. Miyuki is stationed next to his batchmate Kawakami; Tanba is pitching for the batters on the practice field, testing out a shootball he’s been working on.

Chris chooses his words carefully, knowing by now that Kataoka takes his input to heart. “We’re in need of pitching strength,” he begins. “But more than that, I think we need depth. Tanba’s inconsistency is still an issue, and putting all of our relief needs on Kawakami when he’s still just a first year…” Chris trails off, letting the thought hang. “I would suggest trying to bring Isashiki back into the pitching lineup, but he’s done so well in centerfield it seems like it would be a waste.”

Kataoka nods, cementing the thought that Chris isn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know, or hasn’t already considered.

That in mind, Chris goes on: “If Miyuki has made it to the bullpen this quickly, I think it’s worth seeing how he does in a game, Coach. I’d like to see how he does in the scrimmages this weekend.”

“You think he’s ready?” Kataoka says.

Chris returns his gaze to Miyuki, watching him pitch a fastball into Miyauchi’s mitt—clean, direct, and precisely where Miyauchi asked for it.

“I don’t think we’ll know for certain until he gets a chance in a real game.”

Miyuki’s suggestion—or request, perhaps—to become a two-way player, made just shortly after Miyuki arrived at Seido, had been unexpected.

Though not fully a surprise, Chris reflects to himself. Miyuki’s desire to be on the first-string team was a near-palpable thing, so strong that one could classify as an outright need. Chris is familiar with the sensation; after a scare with his shoulder towards the end of the previous season, maintaining his position as the starter had been at the forefront of his mind.

More than anything, though, what takes Chris aback is how Miyuki was able to hide his throwing from the team for so long; it had been clear from the moment Miyuki showed Kataoka some of his throws that he had been practicing without anyone’s knowledge. Miyuki’s shoulder had always been impressive, but the level of control and sheer amount of thought that clearly went into the pitches indicated time spent. Being a two-way player was not a half-baked plan on Miyuki’s part—it was the plan.

“We’ll have to be careful he doesn’t overwork his shoulder,” Kataoka says, a remark Chris knows isn’t solely about Miyuki.


At pitch 14, an inning and a half into Miyuki’s first game as a pitcher, the problem Chris had been waiting for finally makes itself known. After one-too-many misfired pitches, Chris can’t ignore it any longer. He calls a timeout and heads to the mound, ignoring the trace of affront on Miyuki’s face.

“I know that last one was off,” Miyuki says. “Sorry, won’t happen again—”

“Yes, it will,” Chris says, and Miyuki chafes. Chris continues, “You’re too tense, and it’s because you’re overthinking.”

“I’m not doing anything differently,” Miyuki says.

Chris holds back a sigh. “I know you’re thinking that being a catcher gives you the upper hand as a pitcher, and I’m inclined to agree, but it can also be a weakness if it means you’re overthinking.” He taps his mitt against Miyuki’s chest. “Trust me to do my job as your catcher. I’ll always work with you to get the right call, but if we spend too long debating with a batter in the box they’ll get too comfortable, or they’ll take advantage of the disconnect. You know as well as I do that a pitcher needs to trust the catcher.”

Miyuki looks away. “I do trust you, Chris-senpai.”

Chris smiles. “Then get this batter out with me,” he says, waiting for Miyuki to look up and meet his gaze, smiling forming and a keen edge returning to his eyes.

“Finish him with an outside?” Miyuki asks.

Chris nods, and it’s in this he finds Miyuki’s experience as a catcher gratifying—reasoning he doesn’t have to explain, when they’re on the same page. “Show me what you did yesterday and the bullpen and it’ll be easy,” he responds.

Miyuki nods, and Chris sees the tension in his shoulders has lessened.

As he settles behind the plate again, taking in Miyuki’s grin from 60 feet away, he can’t help but grin in return.
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[personal profile] miaoujones 2017-06-10 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
this is so satisfying to read! full disclosure: there's a two-player who is the national college player of the year and who is expected to go in the first round of the draft, and he's sheer joy to watch play. so i got it in my head i wanted a daiya fill with a two-way player. the rl one is a pitcher and first baseman, and i guess i could have seriously au'd it up and asked for tetsu. but i love that flash of determination we get from first year miyuki in canon and the way he goes right up to chris and challenges him; i took it not only a personal challenge to chris but a mark of his determination to *make it* -- and this hit all the right notes for me.

and of course i love the baseballness of this. the conversation between kataoka and chris at the bullpen, the sense of teaching i got from that (that kataoka already knows what he wants to do, but wants this to be a learning experience for chris, a chance to think about things off the field that will affect gameplay) and the little hint about chris' own tendency to overdo it physically. and the conversation on the mound, chris' observation that miyuki's biggest problem is going to be overthinking, because that's so very miyuki, and also something i've seen in rl games.

i'm actually on my way to watch a high school game this afternoon, and i'll surely be thinking about this fill between innings. thank you ever so much for this! :D
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Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] moetushie 2017-06-10 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Titanic AU!!!! Akashi's a socialite being pushed into a loveless marriage when an attractive American drifter with a floppy haircut catches his eye. Will the ship they're on sink with the weight of their sexual tension or will a giant iceberg named Murasakibara do the trick????
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[personal profile] wino 2017-06-10 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: suicide mention, character death
Other Tags: my_heart_will_go_on.mp3
Word Count: 1353

mistakes were made



The engagement is not merely one of convenience or prestige—the Akashi family has enough of both to last several lifetimes over. What his father is greedy for is something immaterial, intangible: the concept of honor, or something like it. He will not introduce unsavory characters into the bloodline; Seijuurou is forbidden from besmirching them that way. Not that Seijuurou has any plans to do so in the first place, nor does he want to disappoint his father.

He simply would've liked the choice, is all.


"That wouldn't be a pleasant dive," says a voice from behind him. Seijuurou glances over his shoulder, at a man with half of his face obscured in shadow, watching him seemingly without intent to help. His own voice is even when he responds.

"I have considered both the temperature and the propeller." He affixes his gaze back at the water, blackened by the evening sky. "And yet the prospect still seems more inviting than returning to that smoke room."

The man approaches so that he is standing almost right beside Seijuurou, though keeping a particular distance, as if he would prefer not to be responsible if he decides to jump. Seijuurou admires this trait.

"What problems could a guy from first class have?"

"I will not stand for condescension, much less from strangers."

"No condescension here," says the man, holding out his hand as if Seijuurou isn't currently gripping the rail with both of his. "And no strangers either. My name is Himuro Tatsuya."

Seijuurou looks at the water again, then at Tatsuya's inviting smile. It turns out to be less of a decision that he thought.


Following that fateful night, all he has are memories of a face, shrouded by night, and a palm, warm and soft. For someone so inquisitive, Tatsuya barely gave anything of himself away, and thus Seijuurou has no hope of finding him on a ship so large and densely populated.

That is, if he were a lesser man. But Akashi Seijuurou has pride to rival his determination, and sets off in search of the mysterious Himuro Tatsuya, if not to thank him, then to threaten him in some manner to never divulge what he'd seen Seijuurou almost do.

Dozens of doors closed in his face later, one opens to reveal a face, lit up by daytime, but still somewhat covered by hair.

"Hey, First Class," says Tatsuya, leaning against the door frame. "You're the last person I thought I'd see."

Seijuurou has all manners of retorts die early deaths in his throat, looking at him up close. After an ample pause, he says, "take a walk with me."


If Tatsuya seemed mysterious in the evening, sunlight exacerbates the effect. It's ironic, but perhaps Seijuurou expected for him to be much more forthcoming than he was. Only when Seijuurou becomes curious about the sketchpad he kept tucked under his arm does he unravel, ever so slightly, not exactly embarrassed, but.


At the very least, he lets Seijuurou rifle through it, lets him touch the pages and dust his fingertips with charcoal. Seijuurou has always had an interest in art, curious about the way it betrayed the artist's worldview.

And what Tatsuya's drawings say about him is—

"You're quite a shallow person, Tatsuya."

Tatsuya's visible eye widens, and laughter he doesn't seem to have intended to let out escapes anyway. "Excuse me?"

Seijuurou points to the sketchpad. "You only draw beautiful things." To his surprise, a genuine smile eases onto Tatsuya's mouth.

"Actually, you're probably not wrong about that. If I draw someone, it means I've fallen in love with them."

"...shallow and emotionally fleeting. Good to know."


Seijuurou isn't sure how a few evasive—though increasingly revealing—conversations leads to him inviting Tatsuya to dinner, to his fiance's suspicion and his father's disapproval. Tatsuya shows up in a borrowed suit, ill-fitting in some corners, but still more aesthetically pleasing than all of the men in the room.

He skirts his way around most of the questions thrown his way, until Seijuurou's father halts it all with something damning and absolute:

"What do you do?"

Everyone at the table hears it for what it's worth: what is the measure of your worth?

Seijuuro offers no aid, wondering how Tatsuya will find his way out of this maze. Finally, Tatsuya says, "likely far more than you've ever done with your own hands, sir."

If inappropriate laughing hadn't been purged from him since childhood, Seijuurou might have indulged it. He glances down at the table instead, trying to tamp down the urge to applaud.


"My father is displeased with you," says Seijuurou, as Tatsuya takes his hand in one soft palm and leads him to God-knows-where. Tatsuya is smirking; he's still facing front so Seijuurou can't see it, but it's clear in his tone.

"Yet his son could not sound more delighted."

"You must realize you're far more suicidal than I ever was."

Tatsuya pulls him into a room full of music and drinks and dancing, so that his reply nearly gets lost in the din. "I'm just good at weighing pros and cons."


Far from the celebration, now, they end up in Seijuurou's quarters. Tatsuya's brought his sketchpad, somehow, and it doesn't take someone of Seijuurou's intellect to arrive the right conclusions.

"I'd like to draw you," says Tatsuya, almost whispering, as if his throat has gone dry. Seijuurou's lips twist in a wry smile.

"Like one of your French girls?"

"No," says Tatsuya, pinning Seijuurou with such a heavy gaze that he feels like a butterfly in a display case. "Better."

Seijuurou holds that gaze with his own as he sits down. It seems apt, to take the engagement ring off his finger, but Tatsuya says, "keep it on," seeming transfixed by it.

The red diamond truly is beautiful, nicknamed the 'Emperor's Eye' by jewelers, or so Seijuurou's been told. This, he dwells on, if only to avoid the fact that Tatsuya seems transfixed by something—someone—else entirely.


Tatsuya has shed most of his clothes and he remains a mystery to Seijuurou, unable to look away, like the first time he'd seen Tatsuya under anything but moonlight. He's art itself, sculpted or painted, and just like that first time Seijuurou's eyes linger until they're closed by the touch of Tatsuya's lips against his own.

When Tatsuya's hands wander under Seijuurou's clothes, Seijuurou makes an observation.

"You've done this before."

"Many times," says Tatsuya, his mouth hot along Seijuurou's collarbone,too far gone now to even think of being vague or dishonest. Seijuurou pushes him down onto his back, speaking low until he feels gooseflesh bloom on Tatsuya's skin.

"I will make you forget the rest," he says, far too sure of himself to be considered jealous. "I will be your best one."

Because what Akashi Seijuurou is, is absolute.


They're on deck when it happens, in full view of the collision. Neither of them realize the gravity of the situation, not until much later.

Seijuurou isn't one for wishes, but he would waste them all to have been told what he could have done.


"Don't worry," says Tatsuya, his breath, so warm just hours beforehand, turned freezing by the Arctic cold. "You're not going to die here, Sei."

"That is a certainty," says Seijuurou. Their hands seem to have been frozen together, carved into the same ice sculpture. "And neither will you."

Tatsuya is no longer meeting his gaze. His eyes are closed now, his cheek pressed to their clasped hands as he stayed in the frigid water and Seijuurou stayed atop of it.

"Do you still think I'm shallow?" His lips are curved in a smile, and for the first time Seijuurou loathes the sight of it, if only because he'd like to see those lips frown in contemplation or and gape open in surprise again, not be trapped in a smile forever.

"Worse than a spilled glass," says Seijuurou, his eyes burning despite the below zero temperature, as if withholding the truth will give him more chances in the future to take back the lie.
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[personal profile] exyankee 2017-06-10 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miyuki / chris
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: none
Prompt: S&M club AU (with spanking if it's possible!!!!)
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FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, M

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: miyuki kazuya, takigawa chris yu
Word Count: None

Hehe a chance to be naughty with ChrisMiyu always makes my day!


club au
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[personal profile] sylphofkarkat 2017-06-10 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: manami sangaku/teshima junta
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: minor manga spoilers, violence but not serious
Other Tags: the best boy hat

Prompt: wherein teshima finds out that onoda's mom gave the hat that was supposed to be for him to manami so he goes to fight for it back. he may not have wanted it in the first place, but listen, it's the principle of the thing
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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-06-10 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Naruko Shoukichi/Onoda Sakamichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: Onoda finds old diaries/journals in the house his family just moved into. He reads them, out of curiousity at first, but at some point he falls in love with the author, who may or may not be dead.
Edited 2017-06-10 04:47 (UTC)
outstretched: (SASO ♥ [ookiku furikabutte] Izumi)

Prompt: team oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi

[personal profile] outstretched 2017-06-10 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kanou Shuugo/Mihashi Ren
Fandom: Ookiku Furikabutte
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Rival pokemon trainers AU.
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FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, G

[personal profile] merorine 2017-06-10 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: None.

This barely made it but here you go! Hope you like it! Mihashi is grass flying type trainer and Kanou is fire flying type trainer!


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Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: NASCAR AU. Furuya and Sawamura work in a NASCAR pit crew bickering over tires and making out.
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Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yuki Tetsuya/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Tetsu is captain of a Shinsingumi squad and Miyuki is his second in command. Tetsu is totally oblivious to Miyuki's massive crush on him.
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Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[personal profile] hilaryfun 2017-06-10 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Takigawa Chris Yu/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt: Miyuki is a sports reporter who never misses a chance to interview Giants catcher Chris
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-10 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ryoma &/ Horio
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: AU where Ryoma, after becoming a famous tennis player, hires Horio as his body double to distract paparazzi/his fans.
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-10 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ryoma &/ Horio
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: stalking
Other Tags: none

Prompt: AU where Horio is a lot creepier about his obsessions and ends up stalking Ryoma. (Please don't hurt Karupin, I am 100% serious about that.)
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[personal profile] fickle 2017-06-10 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Ryoma &/ Seigaku
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: You know the Rising Beat Prince of Tennis rhythm game that's being released? Yeah. AU where that gets released in PoTverse, with their famous tennis players+Ryoma. I just want to see how the chars react to HEY RYOMA IS IN A RHYTHM PHONE GAME, really. XD
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[personal profile] wino 2017-06-10 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: robot/youzan
Fandom: robot x laserbeam
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt: 50 first dates au
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[personal profile] kiyala 2017-06-10 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Amnesia, maybe angst
Word Count: 941


When Youzan steps onto the driving range, he hears the most beautiful sound that he has ever heard in his entire life; a ball being hit at the absolute perfect angle.

It takes a player of high calibre to be able to produce a sound of that quality and it sends a shiver down his spine, walking through the range to find the source of the sound. Every time he slows as he approaches someone who looks like they might be a professional, he realises that it's not them, that the sound is coming from somewhere further down. He frowns, but keeps walking, until he finds a pair of boys, roughly his own age, standing with clubs in their hands as they talk. One of them has strikingly bright red hair, and he doesn't look like he belongs here at all. It must be his friend producing the sound, for as plain as he looks, but Youzan hangs back to watch anyway, as the redhead steps up and swings.

That perfect sound rings out again, clear as a bell, and Youzan's feet are carrying him forward before he can even stop to think about it.

"You," he says, approaching them. "What's your name?"

The boy who just swung goes very still, turning around and regarding Youzan with a blank expression. "…Ah."

"Ah!!" His friend says from beside him. "You're Youzan!"

"Your shot just then," Youzan says. "It was perfect. I want to know what your skills would be like on a golf course. What do you say to a match right now?"

"Huh?" The redhead blinks at him, clearly confused.

"Um, wait a minute!" His friend interrupts. "Um, Robot's very busy today! He can't afford the time to play a match with you today!"

"What are you talking about, Tomoya?" Robot turns to him. "I don't have any plans."

Youzan doesn't ask, looking between the two of them, and nods. "Fine. I'll meet you here tomorrow instead, then. The golf course is a fifteen minute bus ride. We'll play then."

With that, he turns away to leave.

The next day, Robot does not remember him. Tomoya clearly does, smiling nervously at Youzan.

"Um, Robot, I'm just going to have a chat with Youzan, okay? You keep swinging."

"Okay," Robot replies, and doesn't give a second glance to Youzan.

Tomoya leads Youzan away, to where Robot can't hear, and smiles apologetically at him. "I'm sorry, but Robot isn't going to remember you. His memory's kind of—wiped."

"Wiped?" Youzan repeats, frowning at Tomoya. "He's not actually a robot, is he?"

"He has anterograde amnesia," Tomoya replies. "He can't make new memories. He isn't going to remember anyone he's met after his accident."


"We call it the forget beam," Tomoya says, not explaining who he means by we. "Robot was trying to learn how to curve his shots and one curved too much. It came right back at him and hit him in the head."

"Shit," Youzan mutters, looking at Robot, who is making swing after swing, each one sounding perfect. "I still want to play him though."

"About that," Tomoya sighs. "He doesn't know how to play golf. You'll have to teach him."

Youzan teaches Robot the rules to golf almost every single day, when he can spare the time to go to the driving range and then challenge Robot to a match on the golf course. It isn't often enough for his liking, but it still feels like too much. It's frustrating, watching Robot not understand the most basic of concepts that he did by the end of the afternoon just yesterday. Tomoya is always there, patient and supportive, exchanging strained smiles with Youzan.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Tomoya tells him one afternoon, as they walk to the next hole. "You've already done a lot."

"I disagree," Youzan says, watching as Robot walks ahead, twirling his golf club in his hand like he's learning the weight of it. "I have to."

Tomoya follows Youzan's gaze to Robot and hums in thought.

Youzan watches as Robot's muscle memory compensates for what Robot can't remember on the golf course.

He watches Robot get better and better, but there's only so far he can get, when he wakes up each day with no memory of how to play golf, except for how to make his perfect swing. Youzan spends entire afternoons teaching Robot different kinds of swings, different rules about golf and it's so unfair that Robot learns it all so quickly, when it's all gone just as quick the next day.

Tomoya makes his excuses to stop coming to the golf course and Youzan can't blame him for it; it must be exhausting, tagging along every single day and watching the same conversations happening, the same basic concepts being rehashed.

"You think that's why I left you two to go together?" Tomoya asks, when Youzan apologises for this later. "Do you even have any idea how you look at Robot?"

Youzan frowns. "I don't understand the question."

Tomoya sighs loudly. "Of course you don't. Why don't you spend some time with him outside of the golf course sometime? You can remind him who you are. You can sit down and have a proper conversation."

Youzan's frown deepens. "But we play golf together?"

"I guess that's enough, huh?" Tomoya smiles, and Youzan is about to say that he doesn't understand again, but he thinks about it. He thinks about playing gold with Robot, no matter how limited their games are. He thinks about watching Robot become a better golfer, bit by bit, and he nods to himself.

"Yeah," he agrees. "That's enough."
Edited 2017-06-10 14:46 (UTC)