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.



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)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:



If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
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Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Bokuto Koutarou & or / Kuroo Tetsurou & or / Ushijima Wakatoshi (& or / Oikawa Tooru) (Haikyuu!!)

remember when the captains had a wholesome day out at the beach? remember when Bokuto and Kuroo somehow managed to pull Ushijima into roughhousing with them? (remember when Oikawa got dragged into it as well, much to his dismay?)

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[putsch]

miyuki/mei; daiya no ace

[[NSFW TEXT AND LINK]]

Remember that time they strawberry shortcaked each other?

[catlarks]

Kat. Kat why. Why do you want this.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Shirabu Kenjirou/Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu!!)

remember when Ushijima smiled at Shirabu during their match against Karasuno?

FILL: TEAM KYOUTANI KENTAROU/YAHABA SHIGERU, G

[reffieisred]

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 534

Tendou always talked about it like he was talking about his ever-loved conspiracy theories.

"Oh, he definitely has before," he would say, leaning back in the lunchroom chair in the manner that Reon had advised him against time and time again, "I've seen Wakatoshi smile before. Definitely. A couple years ago, maybe? Or was it a dream. Who knows? I don't think it was, though." And then he'd laugh, probably too loud, continuing even when Ushijima would return from getting his mountains of food.

Shirabu, however, wasn't quite that sure. It wasn't that it seemed like Ushijima couldn't smile, or was never in a mood that warranted smiling, but rather that smiling just wasn't in his nature. And honestly? Shirabu was perfectly fine with that.

(Or, at least, so he thought, up until that single millisecond where the corners of Ushijima's lips turned upward and Shirabu realised he'd do near anything to see such a sight again.)

It was just a point of curiosity, one that would visit Shirabu's mind every so often in order to plague his thoughts with what if and but why would he in the most distracting way imaginable. He found himself daydreaming, eyes cast towards his captain on some of the longer bus rides, trying to get his brain's photoshop to do him a favor for once. It never worked quite right.

Luckily, though, he didn't need it.

When Ushijima did smile-- that relaxed, soft, gentle, warm smile-- during the match against Karasuno, a smile aimed in Shirabu's direction, a smile for Shirabu in all senses of the word, the setter felt that maybe Tendou (for once) had some kind of point. It was akin to a dream.

It was a lucid dream, one where Shirabu was fully aware he was dreaming, and urging to take advantage of it. It felt so real that Shirabu's inhibitions were the only things keeping him from reaching out right there and softly touching Ushijima's cheeks with his fingers. He wanted to see if he could somehow feel the gentleness of that smile, to see if the warmth was tangible.

The smile seemed to have come so easy to Ushijima, so suddenly, that anyone who had didn't have an idea about who he was would have assumed he did it on a day to day basis. It now seemed wrong that Shirabu could have ever thought that smiling wasn't in Ushijima's nature because this was the most breathtaking sight nature probably had to offer.

--at the same time, he itched to find some kind of reason, to define this smile in a way that could give him a formula. What-plus-what would equal this again? Shirabu wanted to study this, have an excuse to stare for days and days at this simple damn turn of the lips and crease of the eyes and pull of the cheeks if only so he can find a way to replicate one of the best things he has ever seen.

(Sadly, people don't come with formula sheets, time can't stop for the scientific method, and Ushijima is one of the biggest unsolved equations that Shirabu had ever come across.)

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Miyahara & Tachibana Aya, Yowamushi Pedal

Remember when Aya got stuck on the same transit flight to the moon with the most frustrating goody-two-shoes? Remember when they accidentally bonded over their spacey space friends?

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Furuya Satoru/Kominato Haruichi or Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya (Daiya no Ace)

remember when Furuya randomly decided to start wearing skirts? remember how Haruichi/Miyuki found it really distracting?

Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T

[lemontongues]

No tags
Word count: 1,385

Furuya has taken to wearing skirts. It’s to combat the heat, Furuya tells him, and Kazuya can't exactly blame him for that. This summer in Tokyo is even worse than the last, the temperatures higher and air even more humid and oppressive, so it’s no wonder Furuya is willing to do just about anything to beat the heat. Luckily for their ace, they have Sachiko for a manager, who has broad enough hips that her old skirts fit Furuya and little enough interest in social convention that she happily brought him a stack of them when he had broached the subject.

For Kazuya, it's a little less lucky. He needs Furuya to stop wearing them.

It’s not that he minds that a boy is wearing skirts—he grew up in Tokyo, after all, so he’s seen much stranger things, and it’s not like he’s ever had a lot of interest in conformity, either. It’s just that it’s Furuya wearing skirts, skirts that must have been almost knee-length on Sachiko, but which are much, much shorter on their ace’s tall frame. Not to mention, Furuya isn't just wearing them in the dining hall or around the dorm—no, he’s wearing skirts while running at night and at their informal, post-practice pitching sessions. Just like what’s happening right now, as another hundred and fifty kilometer-an-hour fastball whizzes past Kazuya’s shoulder and slams into the net behind him, making Kazuya cringe.

“Sorry, my bad!” he calls, twisting quickly to scoop the ball up. It’s the third one he’s missed tonight, and Furuya is looking increasingly horrified and uncomfortable with each pitch that hits the net. Kazuya feels bad, he really, truly does, because he knows that much of Furuya’s comfort on the team is a result of Kazuya being able to catch his pitches. To be compromising that over a stupid skirt is terrible of him, but it’s hard to pay attention when the tiny little skirt slips up and Kazuya gets a clear view of Furuya’s slender, shapely thighs and the curve of his ass, not to mention flashes of blue or white or grey underwear, every time Furuya lifts his leg to pitch.

“Miyuki-senpai….” Furuya is looking at him, brow furrowed and mouth turned down at the corners. He looks hesitant, clutching his glove to his chest like he’s hiding behind it. “Miyuki-senpai, if you need to take a break, we can. I want to pitch, but if you aren't able to catch right now, I could practice on my own. I don't—I wouldn't want you to get hurt because of me….”

He looks so earnest it makes Kazuya’s heart hurt a little. Sighing, Kazuya puts his hands on his thighs and pushes himself to his feet, standing so he can face Furuya—and stop looking up his skirt, thankfully.

“Furuya, I’m going to be honest with you,” he says, pushing his facemask up. Furuya blinks, his eyes going a little wide, but then he nods and holds himself a little straighter—it’s unbearably cute. “The whole skirt thing? Is really, really distracting.”

Furuya stares at him, uncomprehending. Putting his hands on his hips, Kazuya looks up to the rafters of the indoor practice ground and sighs again, asking for strength from anyone who might be listening.

“Look, I totally support your right to wear them if it makes you more comfortable and keeps you in better condition, that’s all fine. The thing is, those skirts are short on you, Furuya, and when we’re practicing? I get a pretty thorough look at everything you’ve got under there.” Furuya’s mouth drops open, and his cheeks start to flush a deep pink that has nothing to do with the heat.

“Oh…. I—I hadn't thought about it, Miyuki-senpai, I’m sorry. I’ll stop wearing them.” He looks crushed, and now it’s Kazuya’s turn to stare at him in horror.

“Hey, hey, I didn't say that, did I? It’s—well, it’s not like I don't like you in skirts,” Kazuya says, taking a leap of faith and following his instinct. “It’s just that it doesn't exactly do wonders for my catching, you know? I mean, I’m not really watching the ball if I’m staring at your legs.”

“I… don't think I understand, Miyuki-senapai,” Furuya says, cocking his head at Kazuya. “Do you want me to wear them, or is it a problem?”

“Both, Furuya, both,” Kazuya says plaintively, which does absolutely nothing to wipe the puzzled look off Furuya’s face. Pulling his facemask off, he strides across the dirt between them until he’s standing right in front of Furuya. “Listen, you look great in the skirts, okay? If you like them and you wanna keep wearing them, you absolutely should. But in the interest of me not letting you hit me in the face with a fastball, could you maybe find some bike shorts or something to wear under them for practice?”

Furuya is turning a little pink around the edges again, and looks… shy, almost. Kazuya squints at him.

“I will, Miyuki-senpai. But… you think I look…?” Ah. Kazuya tips his head back and laughs, reaches up to wrap a hand around the back of Furuya’s neck.

“Yeah, Furuya, you look really, really good in them. You’ve got great legs, anybody ever told you that?” Furuya shakes his head, flushed and smiling, a tiny, soft thing that changes his whole face in a way that makes Kazuya’s heart flutter.

“No. But… I was sort of hoping you might think so.” Kazuya jerks back a little, although he doesn't let go of Furuya.

“You—what? Seriously? Because if this was all some elaborate plot to seduce me then you really could have figured something out that didn't involve putting me at severe risk of losing life and limb. It’s not that hard of a task, you know,” he says, whining more than admonishing.

“It wasn't my top priority, but. Some girls in my class were talking about an episode of some show and how cute it was for the boys to wear skirts, so I thought maybe….” Trailing off, Furuya shrugs, not quite looking Kazuya in the eye. Kazuya can't help it when he bursts into laughter, forced to let go of Furuya this time so that he can brace his hands on his knees.

“Oh my god, Furuya,” he wheezes, freeing one hand to wipe at his eyes. “You—you're really too much sometimes, you know that? You could have just asked me out.” Furuya crosses his arms defensively, glaring at Kazuya now.

“It worked, didn't it? I don’t see how you can complain about getting to look up my skirt, anyway, Miyuki-senpai.” Shaking his head, Kazuya straightens up, still breathless and grinning.

“I guess you’re right. Well, come here then, let me reward you on the success of your devious plot.” He crooks a finger and Furuya obeys without hesitation, stepping easily back into Kazuya’s space and leaning down a bit, hopeful.

Kazuya can’t really say no to that, so he closes the distance between them, one hand cradling the back of Furuya’s neck again to guide him while the other rests on his chest. Feeling Furuya’s arms come up to encircle his back, he regrets not taking off the rest of his gear, the thick, stiff material of his chest protector a barrier between them that he wishes wasn't there. He lets Furuya kiss him for a minute, enjoying the slow, soft slide of their lips against each other, but then he breaks away, smiling a little ruefully at his ace.

“Why don't we call it a night? I’m definitely not gonna be much good for catching now, not until you get something to wear under this,” he says, reaching down to pluck at Furuya’s skirt where it falls over the curve of his ass. It makes Furuya blush, which makes Kazuya grin. “Not that you need to wear something under it all the time.”

“Miyuki-senpai!” Furuya looks scandalized, and Kazuya cracks up again, dropping his head to rest on Furuya’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” he gasps between peals of laughter, and he doesn't even have to look up to know Furuya is pouting at him.

“No, you aren't,” he says, and Kazuya snickers, presses a kiss against his chest to make up for it.

“Alright, maybe not.”

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru, The Prince of Tennis

Remember when Inui invited Kaidou to that private karaoke practice session*?

* link goes to SFW audio of said private karaoke practice session (from Kaidou's character CD "Hebigara").

PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[hunks]

nishinoya yuu/tanaka ryuunosuke (haikyuu!!)

remember when tanaka got sick and nishinoya nursed him back to health??

Re: PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[chiharu]

HEY WILL YOU ACCEPT GENDERSWAP FILLS?

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Ashikiba Takuto & Manami Sangaku, Yowamushi Pedal

Tags: Gore, Maybe,

Remember when heartstrings only made sense for pianos?

do i just say that i kind of want manami to be a good junior and offer terrible ways to help fix pianos and be absolutely literal. do i just say friendly kouhai gore.

FILL: Team Grandstand, T

[yusukesjeans]

tags: non-graphic gore,
linked off meme just in case, click on thumbnail.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Kyoutani Kentarou (Haikyuu!!)

nsfw, trans character in sexual situations

remember when (trans dude) Iwaizumi & Kyoutani's competitions spread to the bedroom? remember how this somehow ended up with Kyoutani giving Iwaizumi multiple consecutive orgasms?

casually steals from the hqkinkmeme

Re: Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[underscored]

N I C E

PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[hunks]

hazuki nagisa/ryugazaki rei (free!)

remember when rei and nagisa painted each other in art class?

Re: PROMPT: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou

[doxian]

that was cute (also this icon, christ)

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta (Yowamushi Pedal)

remember when Teshima angrily sang a vengeful song to Manami at a talent show?

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[elucidatedlucy]

Tags: Major character death referenced - technically. ok so, I know what the prompt is, but i'm not funny and it was difficult for me to find a way to write it in a way that i felt i could manage, so i ended up on /this/. i did try for. vengeful. to manami. talent show, sort of. i'm so sorry i filled this prompt like this, but Anyway - inadvertantly inspired by what little i know about the Macross series
Word count: 2600 words

Gold and red flickered into life around the suit, flashing with the wearied sickness of warning.

"Yeah, yeah," Teshima muttered. Running through the buttons, he couldn't make it stop. "I get it, we're critical, I know." Running a suit on his own wasn't any easier lost in rubble.

"We're not critical," echoing metal in his teeth. Inescapable, as though he'd ever have chosen otherwise. "Damage has exceeded only fifty percent. We can aim for more if you like!"

"Close enough," he muttered. "If you're awake now, mind telling me our coordinates?"

"Your coordinates are currently -" Static wailed through the tears in his ears. "Oh. It looks like that's broken too! We're lost."

"No need to be so cheerful about it."

"That's what I'm here for," they said, in endless programmed singsong. He wasn't sure who was so masochistic as to have done that.

Hanging wires entrapped themselves around his hands, loose frames banged into his arms, but Teshima forced himself into a concept of leisure. All he needed was light enough to see. With that, he could think, and with that, he could get out of this. Always.

"Excuse me." Always the intervention to make him sink. "We're losing power." They always knew how to turn his bones to little more than paper mache. "One of the auxiliary lines appears to have been damaged by the explosion!"

He had to be used to this. "How long have we got."

"90 minutes till storage is depleted."

Teshima forced one leg over the other. "No need to act so cold about it!" A clatter in his head and he caught chattering teeth. Hot air made frozen skin stretch and tear, he could have sworn, if he had the courage to look beneath the suit. "We'll get power a different way."

"Like what?" Petulant gentle sing-song. "I'll be happy to follow whatever order you have to save yourself."

"I'll be getting both of us out of here. No need to worry."

"Unit 006-13's system intelligence is backed up along three separate drives. Regardless of the physical unit's status, currently catalogued data remains for both research and future use."

When Manami was little more than those lines of rules and requirements, they always fell back to the same easy bored tone. Elevator speak, muzac in words.

"Glad to know what you're pre-programmed to tell me. What do you think about dying." Saying it to them, about them, rather than himself - it made the weight crashing into his chest a little less overwhelming.

They didn't often answer this. But -

"I don't mind." More like them. Still too easy. Yet, as they went on, it was matter-of-a-fact. Manami sounded like they were throwing a secret in the air, just to see it crack along the ground. "I don't know what to expect. It'll be interesting."

It was easier to fight back when they did.

"Is it really? What, let me guess, gimme eighty seconds. You actually believe all that garbage about AIs and robots who think it'll just be more to see when you crash?" It was just - he felt sick, sicker still, thinking about never opening his eyes again. "The only you that got this far and you're willing to just throw that away in a stupid instance of curiosity about what you haven't experienced?"

"Yes," they answered - too snappy.

"Right," Teshima said. "You know I believe that." He banged a fist against the hatch. "Do the cameras still work, or do I need to put my head out a window to get a look around here?"

For all of how rude it was - it made it easier to hold his smile. Acting like a forward captain, a pilot in control, sure of everything that was coming, and when the video feed clicked on, he didn't let it crumble. No matter how many lifeforms were resting. No matter how far the suit had fallen into the colony, no matter the fact that a signal couldn't even send out a warning beacon at this point.

"There you go," Manami said. Finality laced in everything, and he wondered if they'd planned not to show him - as though he'd have given up from the start and never bothered to ask. "You have about eighty minutes, if you can maintain relative quiet for that long. In the meantime, we'll make a portable satellite to jettison with information and store anything else you might like to get back to Earth."

He'd never seen this many up close before. It took time to remember speech.

"They all hate singing. Don't they."

"Yes," Manami chirped, quick and - that always meant they were annoyed. "As you're all taught in basic training! Singers are handpicked and trained from around the world to disorient and, in some cases, even damage the neural plate of enemies."

His eyes were drying out.

"Hey." Teshima uselessly flicked a screen. "Have you seen many people singing."

"I have many broadcasts in my databanks."

He glanced up, around, shaky grin wide and sarcastic. "Come on, you know what I mean."

"People do not typically sing from mechs. They are held in otherwise undisclosed colonies or larger warships, and -"

"So give me one of your less typical cases."

"The previous pilot sang in-suit. They were formally trained as a singer, but preferred front lines. And proved themself for it." Manami fell into an uncustomary silence. "It's been a long time. But you might know of them."

"Yeah," he whispered. "Unfortunately."

The same unreachable titans of the past, and their coffins.

"For this unit, however, that was the only one. They were the only previous pilot, after all."

Air stuck to his throat like the closest thing left to dew, unfamiliar when he opened his mouth. "Does it matter who sings."

"You're welcome to sing if it makes you feel better, Teshima-san."

"That's not what I asked," he spat - and collected himself. He didn't want to be that way. "If you turn on the broadcast. Does it matter who does the singing."

"There is some particular training." The quiet processing in their silence, he waited. They knew well enough to be frank. "Singers undergo specialized conditions to familiarize themselves with the different consistency between Earth's atmosphere and that within constructed habitats." Listing off every required response, it hardly sounded like them, till Manami said, "Usually."

"Sounds good." He pulled at the buttons along his collar, rubbing his throat. It had been a while. Too long.

"No other questions?"

It would never be so simple. If it had been, maybe he wouldn't have needed to be here. "Was it difficult?"

A click.

A mockery of tapes flipping over, as though there was anything that made them up but code and static.

"No clue," Manami said. "They're dead now, aren't they?"

Words to make him fall back, or just honest - Teshima took a fiery breath to regret. "Fine. Did it work well enough?"

"Usually."

He swiped through commands and options, on screen and in mind, but he couldn't hold any other plan in his head. It was foolish. Risky enough for death, if he wasn't already about to knock. But there was nothing he'd ever wanted to do more.

In the last moments he gave himself, he made a worse decision. "So, you go by Manami because of them?"

"Manami is a common given and family name in Japanese society."

"Manami Sangaku," he pronounced, point for point. "Famous idol-turned-pilot. Died young, but not before completing fifty successful missions." He'd gone long enough, smart enough, to avoid bringing it up. But here was a ghost, and he couldn't help but acknowledge that much. "They must have made an impression."

"You're saying I'm nothing more than the imprint of a human."

He couldn't swallow anymore, not even in the rising dread he felt. "It makes sense." Every piece of information he'd shoved aside in single-minded drive to be here. "Administration wouldn't just wipe the AI of a suit this famous, but they can't very well let you out for every impressionable pilot who might wander your way." All the good reason they'd been shut away in dust for fifty years. All the terrible reason he could shove a foot in the door.

"I see." Short.

"Come on, Manami." Worse himself, standing here, on the steps to his own grave. He'd never be so remembered. It was stupid to want. "Don't you think it's a bit weird?"

"Believe what you want." The volume could have made his bones crack, inner ear out. It didn't. Fans whirred, not their typical fake tapes and sound board. They were quiet as they said, "But I'm not the shadow of someone else's death."

If it was anyone else, Teshima might have given an awkward apology - here, though. He grit his teeth. Nodded resolutely.

Cameras could pick up a lot of things.

For something that amounted to a voice in a suit, they tended to pick up on more than he liked. Maybe here. Just what he needed.

"It's difficult to issue commands while your mouth is full of words otherwise." Manami rattled off facts he knew by heart, never acknowledging - there was already too much. "That is why commanders tend to keep their singers far from the relative eye of battle. I'd recommend at least three more hands to deal with that, but I don't think you could grow that many in so short a time." But there was a fondness in - "I realize you humans are fond of that ability, but it's good not to rely on it too much."

"That's fine," Teshima said. "I'll let you handle that."

Nothing responded.

"Oh. Right." He laughed, wishing for more than just screens and placid voice to read. "Activate autopilot."

The same whirr. "This goes against regulations." Tickertape back and forth again gently echoing in the chamber. "Without due admission from superior or other administrator, an investigation will be launched for a potential court marshal. Any tech or vehicle otherwise will be confiscated and -"

"Can you not do it?" he interrupted, loud as he could - reminding him just how raw his throat felt. Whether it was trust or respect or fear that fueled him, he kept running his mouth like it was guaranteed to work out. "Or are you scared? All those rules that might get you warehoused again?"

The screen ahead turned azure blue, adorned with a single symbol.

:)

Metal shrieked into life. The smile flickered away, to rusted scorpions already shaking themselves free. It was impossible not to notice - just how little time he had left.

"So," drove him further from his own body. "What would you like to sing?"

He stared down at his hands. He couldn't remember how long he'd been piloting. How long ago he'd compromised and lied just for the chance of his own mech. How long it had been sitting in silent storage without a care in the world. Because of - being blind to the bodies he had personally dug up, in all of his own sick desperation to get close to an unattainable dream.

And in its broken way, he had it in his hands, rather than as another self-indulgent dream.

It didn't feel as good as it had in his head.

"I could recommend you something! I have songs in dozens of languages, with the original singer and without, several covers, tempo changes, plenty of wonderful fun options. Would you like something from Hirai Ken? I believe you tried to download one of his albums onto here at one point. Or should we -"

"Shut up." Pressed to his face, he could smell how burnt his gloves were, soot grinding into his skin. "I'm trying to think."

"Don't take too long," hummed around in return.

Teshima held his hands over his mouth. Too many things to process. Too many songs he'd always dreamed of singing. And them. His lips stuck like velcro, faint iron mixing on the air.

"You keep saying you've got something for me."

"Hm?"

He took a breath. Regret already pouring alongside, he tried to pitch his voice from rough crackle. "Something you call love, but confess." Lights flickered back to a gentler yellow. It responded, if not the way he'd seen in broadcasts. But he could skip and skim - it was just about the right range, the right volume, the right distance. Even if he could never have been handpicked, with a suit and such disquieting closeness, even he could make a mark. "And you keep lying where you oughta be truthing," came out with a better force, and the edge of a grin.

"That's not how the song goes," they hummed back.

But it was starting.

"And you keep losing when you oughta not bet!" Seventy minutes. How far they could get - he wouldn't think about it, shells warping on screen like Fabergé eggs made of iron weave. Manami was better at piloting than him. "You keep samin' when you oughta be changing, now what's right is right-"

And they finally started playing the song, moments late and enough to make him want to slam hands through the dash.

"But you ain't been right yet!"

Years of sickness and failure and he shouldn't have been here, and he wasn't right, but neither were they. And it made him smile, stupid and wide and genuine, too wide to see through burning eyes anymore.

"Don't stop just yet," Manami hummed back, useless against anything, only in his own ears. "If you're having so much fun."

He grabbed a useless microphone, taped above with a starry old packet drawn about it, the same thing he'd feigned jamming along through months of training and waiting.

"You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing!" There wasn't room to point or move, but he did the best he could, flashing screens and buttons the best stagelights he could ask for. He could feel them all lighting up his cheeks, flashing along skin in endless electric energy. "And you keep thinking that you'll never get burned!"

A quiet laugh in his ears, and it made him spit out, "Hah!" Covering his mouth in the next moment, over someone who was there and not there at all.

"I just found me a brand new box of matches, and what he knows?! You haven't had a chance to learn!" How far or how many they'd handled, where he'd even end up, he didn't care for once.

For one goddamn shining moment, Teshima felt like he'd won - and deserved the victory.

"These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do!"

"Flying," Manami said, and he should have ignored them.

But - "One of these days I'm just gonna fly right over you."

Teshima dropped the mike.

Or his body.

Or his mind, maybe, as his vision cut out into nothing.

It was alright. Just a nap. But he could almost hear -

"That was pretty cool." But not really. "Teshima-san."

---

The videos were everywhere.

It was a miracle he wasn't in jail - more of one that Manami hadn't been completely decommissioned. What was going to come, though, he couldn't say.

Other than more fanmail. The hospital had actively removed every care basket and letter for warehouse storage until he was discharged and out of their hair.

"Did you need to broadcast the entire thing?" Teshima would be able to hear his hammy rendition of a song he could hardly sing even if Manami hadn't been playing it in his ears any time he brought up a line as a joke.

"You asked me to," they said. The video had been worse. Cheerful jokes about Space's Got Talent wouldn't stop haunting him. "And it'd be a waste if I hadn't, don't you think?"

But he couldn't get enough of it. Maybe he was the worse one here. Behind an arm slung over his face, he was still grinning.

He didn't say anything. There weren't any cameras for them to observe through. But -

Manami said, "I figured as much."

Short - petulant - a little annoyed. And distantly, terribly fond.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta (Yowamushi Pedal)

manga spoilers

remember when Aoyagi reunited with Teshima at the second InHigh and Teshima cried?

Re: Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[underscored]

IM THE ONE WHOS CRYING BECAUSE I CANT FILL THIS

PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[jinbeizaki]

Miyuki Kazuya / or & Tetsuya Yuki

Remember when Miyuki asked for advice to Yuki?

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke (Haikyuu!!)

remember when Nishinoya and Tanaka fell asleep on each other on the bus ride home back from a game?

FILL: team bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou, G

[hunks]

no tags
415 words

Nishinoya yawns and blinks at the scenery rolling past the bus window. They’ve barely been in the bus for ten minutes and he’s already on the verge of falling asleep. It doesn’t help that Tanaka is crowded up against his side, even though there’s plenty of room in the back of the bus for him to spread out. Warmth radiates from all the places they’re touching, shoulder to knee. Nishinoya yawns again, hugely, and Tanaka turns to look at him.

“You tired, Noya-san?” he asks, as if it isn’t obvious.

Nishinoya just grunts and drops his head onto Tanaka’s shoulder, because holding it up all on his own is getting to be too much effort. Tanaka laughs quietly, maybe trying not to disturb him. He seems less exhausted than Nishinoya feels, but Nishinoya knows him well enough to tell by his slowed-down reaction times and the slight groggy edge to his voice that he’s sleepy, too.

“You really gave your all,” Tanaka continues, quietly enough that the words almost get lost under the noise of the bus. “You deserve a rest.”

The sincerity in his voice drives Nishinoya to respond, even as close as he is to passing out completely.

“You too, Ryuu,” he says, and picks his head up off Tanaka’s shoulder so that he can make eye contact. “You were really cool out there.”

“Noya-san,” Tanaka says, much louder this time, in a tone of wonderment that Nishinoya never gets tired of. “It’s only because of you that we’re able to— “

“Hey,” Daichi says suddenly, turning around in his seat to look at them. “Will you two keep it down?”

“Sorry,” they chorus, more or less in unison. Daichi turns back around, and Nishinoya finds that somehow he isn’t that tired anymore. Even at his most exhausted, talking with Tanaka always manages to get him fired up.

“Hey,” he whispers. Tanaka looks a lot livelier now, too, and they may as well take advantage of it. “Wanna go over strategy?”

“You know it, Noya-san,” Tanaka whispers back, leaning in even closer, and Nishinoya feels a wave of fondness wash over him. Ryuu really is a cool guy.

They stay like that for another half hour or so, speaking in whispers for the most part and enduring warning glances from Daichi when they slip up. They only manage to fall asleep for real when they’re almost back to Karasuno, Nishinoya’s head pillowed on Tanaka’s shoulder once more as he drools peacefully onto his shirt.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[snowysatoru]

Kanemaru Shinji/Sawamura Eijun (daiya no ace)

Remember when Kanemaru saw Eijun bawling his eyes out while reading a shoujo manga, goes over to see what it's about, and ends up sobbing with him?

(bonus points if Haruno catches them both crying)

Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[bandera]

POINTS TO MY EYES, POINTS TO THIS PROMPT

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Kindaichi Yutaro/Kunimi Akira (Haikyuu!!)

remember when Kindaichi was crying too hard to talk properly so Kunimi had to speak for him?

FILL: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/TACHIBANA AYA, G

[princesssid]

no major tags, but, uh, kinda creepy enjoyment of crying, and implied violence in an off-screen way

also i'm sorry i took this nice prompt and went somewhere silly with it. takes place in some nebulous time after the loss to karasuno

1144 words

KUNIMI, THE SOBS WHISPERER

Kindaichi is crying.

“I--” he lets out a huge sob, “I just. They were so! They,” he hiccups, “loved each other so-ho-ho muhuhuhuch.”

“Mmhmm,” Kunimi says very seriously.

“And then,” Kindaichi fumbles for a tissue from the box Watari is holding out. He blows his nose emphatically. “He left her. Why would he do that? Why?!”

“So what’s the matter,” Watari whispers to Kunimi. “Can you understand what he’s saying?”

When Kindaichi cries he goes full-throttle. Not much of his speech is understandable, but Kunimi has had several years of experience by now, thanks to Kindaichi’s passion for television dramas.

“Oh, yes,” Kunimi says. “Kindaichi says that he thinks Oikawa-senpai is ugly,” he lies.

An intake of breaths all around. Yahaba has a hand pressed to his chest and an offended look on his face. Kindaichi keeps on blubbering, oblivious.

“No,” Watari says, leaning forward and staring at Kindaichi curiously. “Not really?”

“It’s true,” Kunimi says. He cocks his head to the side, hearing things no one else can in Kindaichi’s crying. “He also likes Iwaizumi-senpai’s arms. He thinks a hug from Iwaizumi-senpai would be very reassuring.”

“Yeah,” Kyoutani agrees. “But I wouldn’t cry about it.” He stares at the wall, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I really wouldn’t,” he mutters.

“Kindaichi is a very sensitive young man,” Kunimi says. “I’m sure we’ve all been moved, emotionally, by our upperclassmen’s looks.”

Yahaba’s and Watari’s eyes glaze over. Kyoutani’s still scowling furiously at the wall.

“Uh,” Yahaba says, finally. “Yeah, I guess. Well then, make sure he’s okay and then come to practice, alright?”

Once the second-years leave for practice, Kunimi pats Kindaichi on the back. “Do you have more to say?”

Kindaichi wails. “And then her twin sister bought a butcher’s knife! And we all know what happens when that happens!”

“Do we,” Kunimi murmurs. “You just let it all out now,” he says, while he casts his eye around for a good napping spot. “It’s no good holding all those feelings in.”

--

At practice both Coach and Oikawa give them extra laps to run because they come in late. Kunimi thinks it’s worth it. Kindaichi’s face is still a little red and his eyelids are a little swollen, and Kunimi is a little embarrassed by how dumb it makes him look. Good, Kunimi thinks. Why is it good? Kunimi does not examine that thought.

Practice is the usual pull-and-push of trying to find shortcuts in the drills and getting caught by the upperclassmen.

“Where’s that sleepy face going?” Oikawa asks when he sees Kunimi giving the mats longing and loving looks.

“Um,” Kunimi says.

Oikawa smiles. “Say, Kunimi-kun, I heard something a little funny earlier,” he says. “Something something about Kindaichi-kun crying over… something?”

“Hm,” Kunimi says. “I can’t imagine who would have told you something so vague.”

“Is that so,” Oikawa says, very softly.

“You, uh, appreciate clarity, Oikawa-san,” Kunimi says.

“I think I’ll have a talk with Kindaichi-kun later,” Oikawa says. “You won’t mind, will you?”

Kunimi shakes his head. “Of course not,” he says, and does all his drills properly for the rest of practice.

--

Kunimi keeps close to Kindaichi after practice, and they’re nearly out the school and headed home when Oikawa waves them down.

“Yoohoo,” Oikawa calls out.

Kunimi freezes. Kindaichi turns to look. Oikawa jogs up to them, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki following close behind.

“Kindaichi-kun,” Oikawa says, in his sweetest voice. “I heard you were crying earlier! I hope you’re feeling better now.”

“Ahaha,” Kindaichi laughs nervously. “It’s just the dramas I like watching,” he says, looking at the ground with his eyes bugging out. “I was telling Kunimi about what happened last episode, and I got carried away, and then we were late to practice because of it. I’m sorry!”

“Whaaat,” Hanamaki says. “Which drama is it, I need something new to watch.”

“You can discuss your hobbies later,” Oikawa says. He leans forward and pinches Kindaichi’s cheek, “you know it’s not what’s on the outside that matters, but what’s on the inside, isn’t that right, Kindaichi-kun?”

“Yes, Oikawa-san,” Kindaichi manages to say while Oikawa wiggles his cheek.

“I’m glad we had this talk,” Oikawa says, now pulling on Kindaichi’s other cheek and making his mouth into funny shapes. He turns to smile at Kunimi. “Maybe next time you’ll be a little more careful with your words.”

“I don’t think I understand,” Kindaichi tries to say, “but okay. You know best.”

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi says. “Please. You’re giving Hanamaki and Matsukawa some terrible ideas.”

Kunimi turns to see that Hanamaki and Matsukawa are pinching each others’ faces.

“My friends are so strange,” Oikawa says, letting go of Kindaichi’s face. “Okay, that’s all! Don’t worry, I’m sure Iwa-chan will hug you one day.”

Kindaichi stares at the third-years with his mouth open as they leave. “That was weird,” he says eventually, rubbing his cheeks. “But kinda cool too. Oikawa-san knows so much, don’t you think? He really understands, like, stuff, I think.” He nods to himself.

Kunimi wants to lie down.

--

Kunimi spends a week thinking about the events that transpired. He comes to the conclusion that he likes Kindaichi, and also kind of likes it when he cries. If that means Kunimi is creepy, then he supposes it can’t be helped.

Of course, a week passing means that a new episode has been released. Kindaichi’s recounting it after practice this time, and he’s doing fine emotionally until he gets to the sub-plot involving the mother-in-law.

“She took out a loan for a hit-man,” Kindaichi cries, “because she cares about her family so much.” He rubs at his face with the palms of his hands.

“That’s dedication,” Kunimi says.

Kindaichi turns his sad tear-filled eyes on him. Kunimi clears his throat.

“Thanks for listening,” Kindaichi says. “It’s probably kind of annoying.”

“Nope!” Kunimi says, a bit too quickly. “I mean, it’s fine. I’m okay! I’m healthy!”

Kindaichi frowns. “Okay.”

Unfortunately for Kunimi, the rest of the stragglers on the team come out of the clubroom just then. A hand descends onto Kunimi’s shoulder.

“What’s this,” Oikawa says. “Are you making Kindaichi-kun cry, Kunimi?”

“No,” Kunimi says, standing very still. “Kindaichi’s telling me about his favourite drama.”

“Hmm?” Oikawa says. “And you’re not doing any misinterpretations, are you?”

“I, uh, I--”

Kindaichi gives a big sniff.

“Wow,” Oikawa says. “Seeing Kindaichi-kun cry, it really makes your heart beat a little faster, doesn’t it!”

Kunimi turns around, horrified, to see Oikawa giving him an innocent look.

“Look at that face,” Oikawa says. “I have to go now! Don’t be troublesome, Kunimi-kun!” And with that, he runs off to join Iwaizumi who’s already walked ahead.

“Oikawa-san really does understand stuff,” Kunimi says. Kindaichi nods. “Never mind that,” Kunimi sighs. “Tell me more about the mother-in-law.”

PROMPT: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka

[hakari]

Manami Sangaku & Miyahara , Yowamushi Pedal

Remember when they were Kiznaivers?

[elucidatedlucy]

OH NO ........................... OH NO ???????? OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love it

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Yamaguchi Tadashi (Haikyuu!!)

remember when Iwaizumi hit a spike so hard the ball bruised Yamaguchi when he received it?

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya (Daiya no Ace)

remember when Furuya turned into a catboy and wouldn't stop slinking around Miyuki and quietly stealing his food?

[catlarks]

now you're just laughing at me AND Icie at the same damn time

PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[jinbeizaki]

Lev Haiba/Yaku Morisuke (/Alisa Haiba), Haikyuu!!

Remember when Lev realized Yaku was in love with his older sister and not himself?

FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, G

[flippinflakes]

TAGS: Angst, almost tears? mention of coffee? I'm sad I wrote this?

Word Count: 884

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It wasn’t a date. It really wasn’t.

Of course that wasn’t what he told himself at first. He was determined to call it a date because that’s how you get what you want, right? You pretend and believe hard enough that in the end, you’ll get it! That’s why he’s the Ace of Nekoma right now no matter what Yamamoto-san says!

It didn’t take long for him to choose what to wear. It’s not that he didn’t put thought into it. He just knows himself and his closet well. He definitely knows what’s cool! And nothing is cooler than his military green shirt with the long black sleeves. He also wore a pair of slim nice white pants and his favourite blue converse and he’s ready to go.

He can’t drive so his amazing sister Alisa is driving him to the mall where he’ll see Yaku-san! And the rest of the team. But mostly Yaku-san!

Yaku-san is amazing. He can’t imagine how such power comes in such a small package. He’s the shortest person he’s ever seen in his life. At least shortest person who’s older than him. And he’s so cute! Very cute! His light hair matches his eyes really well! He’s very cute and pretty and strong and amazing and he doesn’t think he’ll every find someone as cool and perfect as Yaku-san in his life.

Honestly it’s not even a little bit of a surprise that he’s fallen in love with Yaku-san. That’s okay, though. Because he’s a hundred percent sure Yaku-san loves him too.
Why else would he always search for Lev during volleyball practice? Why else would he react so strongly whenever Lev talks about him? Why else would he smile so amazingly bright whenever Lev looks at him? Why else would his thumbs up and praise make Lev jump higher than even Lev can?

Lev was in love with Yaku-san and Yaku-san was in love with Lev. That’s why this is a date.

For the first 5 minutes of the drive, Lev had been chatting with his sister and the next five minutes was spent humming and contemplating how amazing it would be to hold Yaku-san’s hand. It looked very tiny. He wondered if it was cold because his body was too small to hold that much heat or if it was warm because there was so much anger in someone so tiny.

When the North entrance to the mall was in sight, he could see the Nekoma team chatting away at a large combination of tables at a coffee shop. It took less than 5 seconds for Lev to spot Yaku.

Lev was a little nervous. He’ll admit that. This is the first time he’s seen Yaku outside of school and the first time Yaku’s seen him outside of school as well! He fidgeted with his sleeves and took a deep breath.

“You’ll be fine.”

Lev jolted slightly at the voice and turned to his sister. She simply smiled warmly and unlocked the doors. Lev beamed back before he walked out of the car. He immediately shouted a greeting at his teammates and gave a large wave of his hand.

“It’s Lev!”

“Took your time huh?”

“Everyone’s been waiting.”

Yaku-san was glaring at him and had a slight scowl on his face. “How dare you come so late you giant behe-“

It was as if in slow motion, Lev could see Yaku’s scowl slowly drop into a small ‘o’ of amazement. He watched his eyes grow wide and his shoulders slack. A light blush rising on his face that had nothing to do with the slight chill in the air. He looked like he saw the most beautiful thing in the world.

Lev felt his face heat up slightly and was about to respond when he heard a voice calling out his name.

“Lev! Lyovochka, you’ve left your jacket in the car! Don’t get too cold.” She handed him his jacket and pecked his cheek before jogging away.

And when he turned back, he realised something. Yaku-san wasn’t looking at him. No, he was looking at his sister.

“God, Lev. Why didn’t you tell us your sister is a Goddess on earth? Oh my gosh I think I’m in love…” Yaku-san said breathily. He even moved his head to the side to get a good luck at Alisa in her car. Lev turned his head too. He gave a brief smile and wave to his sister as she drove away, completely ignoring the jeers and taunts and exclamations of agreement from his teammates.

He kept looking at the other side of the street. He doesn’t want to look at the team, at Yaku-san. He thought Yaku-san had been looking at him. Looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world and he didn’t realise how badly he wanted that until he was so close to having it. But he can’t have it. Not at all.

It's not a date.

Because Lev was in love with Yaku-san and Yaku-san was in love with Lev’s sister.

“Hey, giant? Did you hear me?” Yaku-san called.

Lev swallowed the large stone in his throat. He won’t cry because Aces don’t cry no matter how many times Yamamoto-san does. He turns around and beams.

“Yeah, my sister is amazing isn’t she?”

PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[jinbeizaki]

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!

Remember when Iwaizumi and Oikawa decided to elope?

FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G

[sotongsotong]

no tags, 826 words (the song used here is "oddloop" by frederic btw)


It’s 2AM on a Friday morning and Iwaizumi finds it hard to sleep.

He’s not sure if it’s just the humid summer air or the cricklecrackle of cicadas droning on but there’s an itch under his skin that he can’t quite put into words. Oikawa’s snoring ever so softly beside him on their futon and it makes his lips twitch up because the idiot’s even drooling on his pillow; Iwaizumi is internally appalled at how adorable the sight is to him.

(He’d like to think he’s a stronger man than that.)

An idle mind is the devil’s workshop, after all, so it’s with very little remorse that he does the first thing his gut tells him to: he flops on top of his boyfriend.

Oikawa comes awake winded and spluttering (like a panicked duckling, his brain helpfully supplies) and accidentally shoots out an arm that clocks Iwaizumi’s chin lightly.

“Ow.”

He takes a few more moments to blink blearily up at Iwaizumi, and when his eyes finally light with coherence, his hand shoots out yet again to jab a bit harder at Iwaizumi’s shoulder.

“Owww.”

“You know you deserved that”, huffs Oikawa but he also leans up to kiss the spot he aimed at. “What’s up? Usually I’m the resident night owl but Iwa-chan seems to be doing a good job of it tonight.”

Iwaizumi still doesn’t really get what’s making him restless; his thoughts are antsy while his whole body’s just raring to get out and move.


(A song he heard some time back comes to him then, something about nights and dancing and emotions through telescopes—)


His back jerks straight and Iwaizumi scrambles upwards.

“Kusokawa, wanna go out with me?”

Oikawa’s face is decidedly nonplussed when he stares at Iwaizumi.

“Am I not dating you already, Iwa-chan?”

“Not that kinda out, I mean, literally, let’s go outside.”

His boyfriend taps a finger to his chin as if in deep contemplation when Iwaizumi already knows he’ll give in after a kiss or two so he leans down and pecks both of Oikawa’s cheeks. Oikawa snorts and sighs.

“Fine, fine. Iwa-woof wants me to take him out on a walk.”

“Oii!”

Oikawa’s always incorrigible.




The both of them slip out into the streets of Tokyo slightly past 3AM and there are litters of stars painting the early morning sky, they keep Oikawa occupied as he tries to make out which constellations’ are visible. It’s a comfort to just amble beside him as he prattles about Dippers’ (Big and Little! There are two of them, Iwa-chan!”) and whatnot so Iwaizumi smiles and truly breathes.


(”I don’t know of danceless nights, and I don’t care for nights without dance!” or so the song’s lyrics go.)


He pulls Oikawa along to a konbini and they bicker over onigiri choices and drinks before settling it through jankenpon. The cashier merely lifts a brief smile at their childish antics and patiently waits for them to confirm their purchases. Iwaizumi loses to Oikawa over their onigiri so the idiot picks konbu while Iwaizumi gets them iced teas instead and it’s unbelievably domestic enough that Iwaizumi tries to avoid looking straight at the cashier because his cheeks are on fire.

“Why are we such dumbasses”, he mutters as they leave the store. Oikawa grins widely at that.

“Well, you’re my dumbass and I’m your dumbass so that speaks for itself, doesn’t it?”

Iwaizumi’s face burns even more.


(”C’mon! I’m dancing in a future full of dancehalls, and the one to weave its colours with their life force is you!”)


“That almost sounds like a proposal, you know.”

Oikawa stops in his tracks and looks at him with those typical comical saucer eyes he puts on whenever he’s taken aback by something.

“Really?”


(”It’s like dancing inside a closet but I’m thinking this might just be our chance!”)


And Iwaizumi decides to fuck it all.

He lifts the lid covering his cup of iced tea open and fishes within for a sizeable ice cube, gets a circular one with a hollowed middle and beckons Oikawa for his left hand.

His boyfriend’s eyes grow even larger.


(”As castanets go tap-tap, ta-ta-ta-tap ta-taptap ta-taptap!”)


He slides the ice ring onto Oikawa’s fourth finger and clears his throat.

“Dear Oikawa Tooru, since I’m your dumbass and you’re my dumbass, can we be dumbasses for life together?”

Tooru’s fingers close over his in a tight clasp, then, they’re both doubling over towards each other in peals of mad laughter and it’s the greatest feeling ever. There are tears of mirth in their eyes as they keep laughing, keep walking, keep holding hands. The makeshift "ring" gradually melts, wetting their palms.

“Of course, dummy.”

Iwaizumi’s cheeks hurt to grin.

“Wanna just go somewhere when the trains are on?”

Oikawa’s dimples always appear alongside his sweetest smile.

“Eloping already? Naughty Iwa-chan.”

And they do just that.


(”The nights we seek to dance are precious, so very, very, very precious!”)

PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[jinbeizaki]

Kuramochi Yoichi/Kominato Ryousuke, Daiya no Ace

Remember when Kuramochi heard Ryousuke praising him to the other 3rd years?

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[phantomwised]

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Miyuki Kazuya/Miyuki Kazuya(/Miyuki Kazuya???) (Daiya no Ace)

remember when Miyuki came home to his boyfriend Miyuki one night, only to find him cheating on him with *gasp* MIYUKI???

[catlarks]

Doxy what the actual fuck.

If I weren't so drastically opposed to ever writing fiction about cheating...

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Koga Kimitaka/Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal

Remember when Koga joined the cycling club and met new manager Teshima?

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Teshima Junta & / Imaizumi Shunsuke, Yowamushi Pedal

manga spoilers (volume 44)

Remember when Imaizumi lost his temper at Teshima in the middle of Interhigh and yelled at him for dragging the team down, and Teshima took him aside later that evening for a private discussion about his attitude?

Re: PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[kusoelite]

FINALLY MY SHIP but ugh i'm not sure if i'm ready. how private is private /coughs