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:



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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)


For fills:


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

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Etc.
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Comments

PROMPT: team grandstand

[tmntransformer]

Shimizu Kiyoko/Misaki Hana (Haikyuu!!)

Remember when they found out they were staying in the same university dorm?

FILL: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/TACHIBANA AYA, G

[lysithea]

no tags
525 words

To: shimizuk@x.ac.jp
Subject: Roommate?
Hello! I saw on the housing website that we're going to be roommates this year! I was nervous at first about choosing to get paired with a random roommate, but I'm the only one from my school attending this university. I'm sure that we can get along well!! Anyways, I'm going to be a first year communications major! What's your concentration?
- Misaki

To: misakih@x.ac.jp
Subject: RE:Roommate?
Hello, Misaki-san. I'm also going to be a first year! I'm majoring in business management. My friend I know from the volleyball team is also coming here, but I couldn't exactly room with him. I'll be in your care.
- Shimizu

To: Shimizu-san
Subject: Volleyball?
Ooh, volleyball? I was the manager for my school's boys' volleyball club! Where are you from? We might have played against him during prefecturals. I'm from miyagi. Or i guess, to be more specific, i'm from johzenji.

To: misakih@x.ac.jp
Subject: RE:Volleyball?
Ah, yes. We did play at the spring high. I was the manager for karasuno.

To: Shimizu-san
Subject: RE:RE:Volleyball?
Ooh! Well, congratulations to you guys for making it to the nationals! And, if i'm remembering what happened correctly, i'm sorry again for the boys on the team harassing you.

To: misaki-san
Subject: It's fine
Thank you for stopping them when that happened. My team was kind of a handful already, but i think you gathered that.

To: Shimizu-san
Subject: RE:It's fine
Haha! Yeah, those two guys that were hovering around you seem wild. At least you didn't have to threaten to smack anyone's ass wwwwwwwwww

To: misaki-san
Subject: RE:RE:It's fine
Youd be surprised at what ive been asked to do.

To: Shimizu-san
Subject: ?
That seems rather... ominous. But enough about ass smacking. I can bring a mini fridge for the dorm room, if you'd like to share it?

To: misaki-san
Subject: printer
Yes! That would be great. Im bringing a printer from home so you can also just ask me if you want to use it if you dont want to spend all that money at the print shop. I would also bring a rice cooker, if that wasnt banned from the dormitories.

To: Shimizu-san
Subject: RE:printer
Thank you so much, yeah, i'd be so grateful if i could use your printer! Honestly, i would ask why rice cookers were banned, but i've seen enough fires during training camp that i think i know the answer to that question.

To: misaki-san
Subject: RE:RE:printer
That sounds rather. Unfortunate, to say the least. But if youre responsible and trustworthy enough to manage that team, i trust you enough not to set the entire dormitory on fire.

To: Shimizu-san
Subject: Hana
And i could say the same about you too!! In all seriousness though, most of the team and my friends called me by my first name, so i wouldn't mind if you did too. Not to be overbearing or anything, but i would like it if you did!

To: hana-san
Subject: kiyoko
Its fine! I would be glad to. And if. Youd like to return the favor. You could call me kiyoko.

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Matsuoka Rin &/ Yamazaki Sousuke & Matsuoka Gou &/ Mikoshiba Momotarou, Free!

no tags

Remember when Rin, while aware that Gou was up to something sneaky, noticed that Sosuke isn't exactly human?

yes it's the CCS AU that's at the back of everyone's mind winkwink

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[chiharu]

No tags, 1545 words, G
MY ICON IS FINALLY APPROPRIATE

Rin can hear chatter in Gou's room, even though he knows there should be no one else in there this early in the morning. Still, he waits a beat before opening the door. "Okaa-san told me to come get you. You'll be late for school again if you're not up by now."

"I'm up!" Gou insists as she swims into her school uniform. When Rin's eyes land on the weird whale shaped doll on the floor, Gou lets out a nervous laugh and shoos Rin out.

In the kitchen, Rin sets the table for breakfast and makes small talk with their mother, who's engrossed in another issue of her favorite archaeology magazine. Rin finishes flipping the last pancake just in time for Gou to come hopping down the stairs and take a seat.

"Gou-chan is so busy lately," Okaa-san sighs wistfully as Rin serves them food.

Gou responds by taking a huge bite of her pancake and sending herself into a coughing fit. When Rin pats her absently on the back, Gou downs a whole glass of milk and hisses, "Okaa-san! Call me Kou!"

"Relax, Monster," Rin says as he sits down. "Is this food not enough for you?" He moves his legs just in time to avoid the kick from his little sister.

"I'm not a monster! Onii-chan is so mean!" Still, Gou manages to finish her food in record time and put her plates in the sink before skidding upstairs. Rin is vaguely aware that she's been spending all of her time doing something hush hush. Yet, between his part time jobs and swim team practice, Rin admits that he's been out of the loop when it comes to Gou's life.

With the most energetic member of the family done, Rin finishes his food quietly while Okaa-san talks about her work at the university. He's out of the house and halfway down the street on his bike when Gou catches up on her roller blades, screeching, "Wait for me, Onii-chan!!!!"

Instinctively, Rin slows down. Even with her rollerblades on, Gou still only comes up to his shoulder. "Hurry up, monster."

"Don't call me that in front of Sousuke-san!" Gou says meaningfully, just as they turn the corner.

As expected, Sousuke is waiting on the side of the road. He gives them a small wave when Rin comes to a halt next to him. "Hey, Kou."

"Good morning!" Gou says eagerly while Sousuke climbs onto the back of Rin's bike. Despite her enthusiasm, Gou runs out of things to say and seems content listening to Rin and Sousuke banter as they make their way to school.

"Hurry up," Sousuke laughs when they stall on the hill. "Even Kou can climb this incline faster than you."

"Shut up," Rin hisses as his legs burn. "You're heavy."

Eventually, they make it to the top where Iwatobi Academy sits. Gou waves them goodbye as she goes into the building adjacent to Rin's. "Have a nice day!" She adds before disappearing into the sea of pipsqueaks.

"Stop scowling," Sousuke says as he jumps off the bike. Together, they push it to the bicycle racks. "She can take care of herself."

"Yeah, but what if that punk ass kid gives her trouble again?" Rin still remembers the time he spotted that Mikoshiba brat trying to steal Gou's book during lunch. The kid had tried to fight Rin before Sousuke showed up and fed everyone into submission.

Sousuke just hums. "She's 13. She can handle it."

"She still talks to that whale stuffed animals," Rin says as he greets familiar faces in the hallway. They arrive in their classroom with time to spare, and Rin heaves a sigh as they take seats in the back. "Don't fall asleep again," Rin warns Sousuke, but Sousuke is already looking away, his eyelids dropping slowly.






The thing is, Rin knows that something is going on. How could he not, when Sousuke spends all of his time sleeping these day? He's aware that Sousuke's always been a bit weird. Besides his ability to consume more food than the entire swim team combined, Sousuke was talented in almost everything he did. Sometimes, to Rin, Sousuke seemed unreal.

It becomes extremely evident in times like this, when they're waiting in line for lunch and Sousuke manages to fall asleep standing up. His skin is warm where his head rests on Rin's shoulder, and Rin resists the urge to brush stray bangs off Sousuke’s face.

He doesn't get the chance to, because Nagisa appears out of nowhere while singing, "R~in~chan!" He’s in their space in no time, draping himself over Rin's arm. "How are you?"

"Fine," Rin says as Sousuke rights himself. "Hungry."

Nagisa just wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "I see." He was a weird one, Rin thought. Nagisa had transferred in halfway through the semester and spent most of his time either annoying Rin or speaking cryptically to that quiet Haru guy. Sometimes, Rin would break out of his daydream during class to find both Haru and Nagisa staring at him, like they knew something he didn't.

When Rin lets Sousuke order before him, Nagisa steps unnecessarily close to Rin. "Yamazaki-kun has been behaving oddly recently, don't you think?"

"He's always been odd," Rin says without taking his eyes off Sosuke's back.

"Strange things are always more enticing," Nagisa adds with amusement in his voice. "You pay them attention because they're different, but that deviation from normality is not always a gift. Interesting people can be here one day and disappear the next. Poof," he says with a smile.

Rin doesn't even know where to begin. "What?"

"Be careful, Rin-chan~" Nagisa singsongs just as Sousuke is heading back. "One day, your most precious thing will disappear~ What will you do then?" He's skipping away before Rin can respond.

"What were you talking about?" Sousuke asks with a mouthful of bread.

"Nothing," Rin lies.








Rin's afternoon shift at the cafe goes well, although he's interrupted halfway through by Nagisa and Haru. They're accompanied by a boy about Gou's age with red glasses. The boy looks at Rin strangely but, for the most part, they seem satisfied with their food and leave without fanfare.

After his shift, Rin checks his phone and finds that Sousuke hasn't responded to his message about dinner. Sousuke has been quiet and distant lately, and the idea of it bothers Rin. Silently, Rin bikes home and frowns. Sousuke has always been terrible at directions. Rin has gotten used to Sousuke wandering away on his own, but these days he's been disappearing more and more.

Ironically enough, Sousuke is standing in his front yard when Rin gets home. Also present is Gou and the Mikoshiba brat. They all seem unnerved at his arrival, as if Rin is walking in on a crime scene. Sousuke, in particular, looks disoriented while he glances between Gou and Rin.

"What's going on?" Rin asks while engaging in a stare down with Mikoshiba.

Gou is still holding onto her whale toy when she jumps between them, looking flustered like she just finished running a marathon. "Nothing! Haha. It's my turn to cook tonight so I invited Momo-kun and Sousuke-san!"

"Okay," Rin says with some doubt. He opens the door and gestures for everyone to come in. Once they’re inside, Sousuke follows Rin up to his room while rubbing at the edge of his eyes. "Take a nap," Rin tells Sousuke.

The expression on Sousuke's face is half lethargic, half concerned. "Rin," he says while lying down on the bed.

"Yeah?" Rin asks as he debates checking up on Gou and Mikoshiba.

"You'd tell me if I'm being strange, right?"

Rin turns to look at Sousuke. "You're always strange."

The smile Sousuke gives him is forced. "Rin."

"Yeah," Rin says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He should have known they were due for a talk. Yet, this relationship with Sousuke came so naturally to him that Rin has never doubted it, never doubted the depth of his feelings for Sousuke. "I know."

"What do you know?"

Rin sighs and touches Sousuke's shoulder. "I know you're struggling, I'm not blind. It's just... Nagisa said something about you disappearing, and it made me think."

Sousuke frowns a little before his face is schooled into an expression of blankness. "Rin-"

"I don't want you to disappear." Rin continues until he's half leaning over Sousuke. "I know. I know you're not human, but I didn't want to acknowledge it. Am I terrible?"

"No," Sousuke says, his eyes looking strange and foreign under the light. For a second, Rin feels like he's losing Sousuke to something bigger than them both. "You're wonderful."

Rin stares at where his hand is curling on Sousuke's chest. "I want to help. Tell me what I can do to help you."

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Rin says. He’s never been more sure of anything than this.

A flash of light engulfs the room as Rin closes his eyes. Rin can feel the ghost of Sousuke's touch on his face as he's pulled close to a figure in white. "Thank you," Sousuke's voice floats into Rin's year.

Then everything goes dark.










Yes, Nagisa and Haru are Nakuru and Suppi. Makoto and Sousuke are Kero and Yuki :'') Don't even look at me right now

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[emmykay]

Shinooka Chiyo/Tomoi Ayano/Ogawa Mia (Oofuri)

no tags

Remember when Chiyo learned (to her surprise and delight) that dating one Nishiura cheergirl meant dating them both?

(Happy ending, please, for this cute 3some.)

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Iwaizumi Hajime &/ Oikawa Tooru &/ Hanamaki Takahiro &/ Matsukawa Issei, Haikyuu!!

polyamory (or just friendship's fine too)

Remember when Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa established their co-owned ice cream parlour, and hired eccentric interior designer, Oikawa Tooru, to help set up and furbish the place? And how their ice cream flavours and presentation were secretly inspired by Oikawa because by some miracle or not he's their muse? they don't ever tell him this because it'd get to his head but Oikawa's sharp anyway

Inspired by these desserts! (they're in Seijou colours that's why coughs)

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[emmykay]

Tomoi Ayano & Ogawa Mia (both)/Yuuri-senpai (oofuri)

no tags

Remember when Yuuri-senpai thought the Nishiura cheergirls were the cutest thing?

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Oikawa Tooru &/ Sugawara Koushi, Haikyuu!!

no tags

Remember when Sugawara was a fanfiction writer/fanartist and sneakily based his most favourite OC on Oikawa? And how he got Oikawa to cosplay said OC?

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Hanamaki Takahiro &/ Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!

no tags

Remember when Hanamaki had four dreams in a row about Oikawa but never knew who he was in real life? (Yet.)

Re: Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[kayable]

UM EXCUSE ME WHY ARE U ON MY TEAM

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Matsukawa Issei &/ Akaashi Keiji, Haikyuu!!

no tags

Remember when people thought Matsukawa and Akaashi were brothers because they had the same wavy black hair and calm eyes, so they kept pointing it out to the boys?

Re: Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[bingualien]

oh shit i never even noticed

PROMPT: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU

[hapaxlegomenon]

Arakita Yasutomo & Hakone Gakuen Cycling Club; Yowamushi Pedal

No tags

Remember when Arakita was left behind on Mars? Remember when they went back for him?

(This is a "The Martian" AU)

((would be extra excited for AraTou))

PROMPT: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU

[hapaxlegomenon]

Izumida Touichirou/Shinkai Yuuto; Yowamushi Pedal

No tags

Remember when we thought this was good enough?

PROMPT: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka

[jeilovesyou]

Kindaichi Yuutarou /& Kunimi Akira (Haikyuu!!)

Remember when Kunimi transferred into Kindaichi's class and demanded that Kindaichi give him all of his Clow Cards?

love u team imanaru, go fight win

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[dynamite]

kinkuni & kageyama, 534 words
no tags, unless... boys in magical girl dresses?

(oikawa voice) don't you dare touch my cute kouhai, you little gremlin




--


Kindaichi runs hands nervously down the frilly pink satin of his skirt.

“Um.”

He’s been getting taller at an alarming rate and no matter how fast Kageyama sews, the hem of the fantastical dresses he wears each night always seem to be an inch too short. Kageyama has also become more testy about the way Kindaichi wears the outfits he puts together, but Kindaichi isn’t too sure what all that means. He wonders if Kageyama sometimes forgets that pretty silk ribbons can be too long, or hats too floppy, and he needs to move in these, he needs to fly, and not just in the catalogue model way Kageyama has him pose sometimes for video. You can control a wind machine; you can’t control The Windy in the same way.

(The Windy had bopped his nose in reprimand, the one time that he did.)

The key is still dormant on the chain around his neck and Kindaichi can feel it like a living thing; he’s just not sure what to do about the boy standing in front of him now, and whether the sword swinging deceptively lazy from the boy’s hand means he should call forth the staff, or just, just--

“Um, hi, I’m Kindaichi and--”

“That card is going to be mine.” The boy’s eyes speak of boredom, like he’d rather be anywhere but here, out in the open night near a giant penguin slide while something is wrecking a fun sort of havoc around town. A light breeze slides through the strands of the boy’s hair, lifting it like a dark halo around his face, and Kindaichi thinks with a start, pretty.

Kindaichi tries not to look at the boy’s slim fingers gripping the sword hilt. Everything is starting to look very dangerous.

“It’s over there, Kindaichi! Go get it! What are you waiting for!” Kageyama hisses loudly from behind the bushes where he’s taken cover, gesturing wildly with the camcorder in his hand; the viewfinder is still pressed against Kageyama’s eye, and Kindaichi watches as Kageyama hits himself in the face with it.

“I have to go now, but I think we’ve met before. At school. You’re new, aren’t you? Kunimi Akira-kun?”

The boy’s expression is unwavering like stone but Kindaichi, even Kindaichi, can see the flush of pink that tips the boy’s ears. It clashes with the green of his traditional Chinese costume, and Kindaichi thinks with another start, cute.

They’re still standing there, awkward, pink slowly flushing darker on their cheeks, when, “Kindaichi! It’s trying to steal the penguin! The penguin!” And both Kunimi and Kindaichi turn to look at Kageyama pointing at where the giant penguin slide seems to have started walking on its own through the park. There’s now a milk box clutched in Kageyama’s hand, and a little bit of it spills on his shirt in his excitement. Kageyama really loves that penguin slide.

Kunimi and Kindaichi look at each other again, and Kindaichi thinks he sees something that might have been the smallest, slyest smile in the corner of Kunimi’s mouth as Kindaichi takes off at top speed after the card.

The moon hasn’t even risen yet, and the night was already full of promise.

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Bokuto Koutarou/Tsukishima Kei (HQ!!)

no tags

remember when Bokuto convinced Tsukki to fake-date him so they could enter a cute couple's contest to win an Amazon gift card

Prompt: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[doxian]

Akaashi Keiji/Tsukishima Kei (HQ!!)

no tags

remember when Akaashi taught Tsukki how to tape his fingers?

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G

[mousapelli]

no tags
504 words

"You're doing it wrong," Akaashi says, making Tsukishima look up with a frown because he is not fucking doing it wrong.

But before he can snap that, Akaashi is already sitting down beside him, cross-legged on the gym floor, and taking the tape out of his hands. Something about the dry brush of Akaashi's fingers shuts Tsukishima up, he isn't sure why, and he doesn't protest as he watches the efficient way Akaashi peels up the tape, tears it at regular intervals, and winds it around Tsukishima's fingers.

Akaashi dusts his hands off and stands up without waiting for a thank you, dropping the tape back in Tsukishima's lap as heads over to the other side of the gym to calming stop Bokuto from proving that yes he can totally spike a ball through the upper windows of the gym.

Tsukishima looks down at his fingers, flexes them, then back at Akaashi, frowning.

The next day, the same thing happens; Akaashi interrupts Tsukishima, and Tsukishima lets him. He tries to watch the way Akaashi does it, because it is actually superior to what he'd been doing, but it's too fast, Akaashi's fingers in the way of some of it.

On the third day, Tsukishima saunters casually over to Akaashi's side of the net and just hands him the tape.

"Eh?" Bokuto looms over both of them, somewhat jealously. "Awww, Akaaashi! You won't tape my fingers!"

"You're perfectly capable of doing it yourself," Akaashi answers smoothly. "What kind of third year captain needs help taping his fingers?"

Bokuto whines and something about this exchange is making Tsukishima feel slightly embarrassed because really, why is he letting this guy do this every day?

"You could teach me to do it myself," Tsukishima speaks up. Akaashi raises an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have to keep bothering you."

"Hmm," is Akaashi's response, and then he gets up, task done.

"Heyyyyyyy," Kuroo leers when Tsukishima comes back over to his original side of the net. "What's up with you and Akaashi-kun, hey hey?"

"Shut up," Tsukishima answers, both because Kuroo leering is annoying and because he doesn't actually know. It is satisfying when Kuroo is still looking at him and Bokuto sends a ball over to whap him right over the head.

They don't talk other than that, and when Karasuno plays Fukurodani Akaashi doesn't seem to take any particular notice of him, but sometimes Tsukishima looks up from one of the other matches and thinks he catches Akaashi just looking away. It's weird, but a little nice. It's weird that it's nice.

Tsukishima tries to just stop thinking about it before it turns into something weird. Something weirder than a first year letting an older setter from another team tape his fingers every night. If they don't talk about it and Tsukishima doesn't think about it, it's not weird at all.

"Thanks," Tsukishima says, flexing his taped-up fingers. Akaashi shrugs and gets up, but this time he slips the tape into his pocket before strolling away.

PROMPT: TEAM OOKIKU FURIKABUTTE

[uwu_anon]

Miyuki Kazuya/Kominato Ryousuke, daiya no a

Remember when it started as The Make Kuramochi Jealous Endeavor but they both liked it too much to stop?

as with all things trans hcs are always appreciated, particularly transfem ryou-san ;o

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[athiefshome]

Takigawa Chris Yuu / Zaizen Naoyuki, Daiya no Ace

Remember when Zaizen saw Chris with his hair gelled back for the first time.

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[catlarks]

no tags
Word Count: 811


It happens during one of their last middle school games.

They're defending first, which is no way for Zaizen to work off the eager energy thrumming hot beneath his blood and coursing through his veins. He's itching to swing his bat, to take a couple slices at the opposing team's pitcher and show them what he's made of. He's ready to push for another well-fought victory.

Chris is in his catcher's gear, or most of it, the heavy padding hanging over his chest and strapped over his shins. But his face is bare, the face mask dangling from his fingers rather than worn. It makes him look vulnerable, accessible — all of his features right there, for anyone who knows the knack of giving them a read.

(That's not many people; Zaizen can't say he's gotten through figuring it out.)

"Their lead-off hitter isn't actually very fast," Chris is saying, pulling Zaizen's attention in from its wandering, his focus neatly split between the current moment and the impending game. "We've played against them before. Do you remember what happened when—"

"Chris," Zaizen says, cutting him off. "What's–?"

He twirls one of his fingers by his own forehead in a loose corkscrew motion. In that moment it's the most important thing in the world, understanding where the little dangly bits hanging over Chris' eyes have come from. Zaizen considers himself to be a pretty observant guy, always good at gauging the enemy and guessing just which pitch an opponent is going to throw. He notices things. He's never noticed this before.

"What?" Chris asks, staring back at him with a blank look of incomprehension.

"Those," Zaizen says, making another abortive gesture with his hands. He isn't finding the right words. "The thing you did to your, you know. What the heck's up with your hair?"

If he hadn't known better, Zaizen might have said the thing flickering fleetingly across Chris' face was self-consciousness. But Chris doesn't question himself like that. It's why he's a good catcher — he always has a read on the situation, always knows just what he's doing.

"I wanted to get it out of my face," Chris says, shrugging. "So I thought I'd do something new."

Ah. Then it was practical, functional, the way Chris has slicked his hair back from his forehead in a sculpted wave. He looks a little bit like one of those greasers from a few American movies Zaizen saw a while back, overly styled, sharp, tough. He thinks of Chris acting like one of those guys and he laughs, a rough bark of sound broken by his lips twisting into a grin.

"Think you fucked it up," Zaizen says, reaching out to give one of Chris' little curliques of misplaced hair a tug. "Some of it's still in your face. And it's just gonna get squashed by the helmet when you put it on, anyway."

He's giving Chris a rough time, just like all the guys on the team sometimes do with each other, fucking with the new hairstyle Chris has clearly put some effort into achieving. But his hands linger even after giving Chris' hair a teasing pull, and after another moment, Zaizen lets himself push back the twin twists of hair with his thumbs, brushing them up with the rest of Chris' bangs and smoothing them into place. It takes some doing — the gel in Chris' hair has dried, but it's a hot day, and Zaizen's fingers smear across sweat on Chris' brow enough to make the errant bits of hair fit.

"Fixed it for you," he says, words coming out short, gruff.

When he takes his hands away, Chris' hair stays where he's put it, every last strand smoothed away from the bare expanse of his forehead. It furrows, broken up by the arching lines of Chris' brows, his eyes narrowing into that frown only Chris gets, the one that doesn't mean displeasure so much as it means judgment. It's the look Chris gets when he's weighing you out for the truth of you.

Zaizen yanks his gaze away, embarrassed only when he realizes Chris is looking at him too carefully, too strangely.

"Put your helmet on, idiot," he says. "We're about to start the game. Thought you wanted to talk about that dumbass who clocked himself in the face with his bat last time. This team isn't that bad, but that moron, that guy was the worst."

Chris chuckles softly, more at Zaizen's vehemence than at the content of his criticism, and pulls his face mask on over his head. The moment breaks, but Zaizen's fingers still itch at his sides, twitching with the urge to again smooth Chris' hair away from his face. It's kind of a stupid impulse, just like Chris' new thing is kind of a stupid haircut. Zaizen is pretty sure he likes it.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Hazuki Nagisa / Tsukishima Kei, Free & Haikyuu

Remember when Nagisa wanted to know if all boys with glasses kissed the same (for science, of course).

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[hakari]

Are you baiting Jei, or,

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/ OIKAWA TOORU

[kayable]

Matsukawa Issei/Hanamaki Takahiro/Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu!!)

Warnings for nsfw

Remember when Oikawa walked in on Matsukawa and Hanamaki and they invited him to join them?

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/ OIKAWA TOORU

[volleybird]

kay;;

Prompt: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

[hqqt]

Tanba/Ryousuke (daiya)

Tags: None

remember when ryousuke was the power behind tanba's literal throne

Re: Prompt: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

[uwu_anon]

(game of thrones theme plays ominously in the distance,)

PROMPT: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

[underscored]

Kousaka Honoka/Tadokoro Jin
no tags

Remember when.... You smile sadly at the boy behind the counter, handing over your money with a quiet "thank you."

He doesn't remember the time you saved his life.

(TOUKEN RANBU AU WHERE HONOKA IS SANIWA AND TADOKORO IS ONE OF THE SWORDS, SHE WENT BACK IN TIME AND MET HIM, BUT SHE HAS TO RETURN TO THE FUTURE AND MEETS HIS REINCARNATION)

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[krankran]

Warnings: None?
Words: 1 164

I have minimal knowledge of sword kids, sorry ;w;'/


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You vanish one day. You return on the same day.

But that’s not it, is it?

-
You’ve had these dreams for as long as you can remember. And in all their familiarity, you conclude that they feel too real to be just dreams. You can still feel the heat of the fire, the magic running in your veins as you forged your first soldier.

You remember /him/ with startling clarity, remember how he appeared before you, fresh from the fire and breaming as he took your hand and swore his loyalty.

-
And you would have been content if you hadn’t come across someone you hoped to forget.

-
He was your first forged, your strongest soldier. For all that it wasn’t easy to adjust to jumping back in time, you learned quickly. He learned quickly.

And before you knew it, your army stood strong, with him at the helm.

-
You can’t help but follow him, mesmerised. A name lodges in your throat, but you can’t call out. You know what his retreating figure looks like – you’ve bid him farewell more times than you can remember, wishing him luck on the battlefield and praying he returns unbroken.

-
You adjusted. You never quite gave up hope of going back home, to a time that was yours. But even as you missed that place, you still had this place. Your soldiers many, strong and willing to fight. You regretted bringing them to life for only that, so you tried to give them the best of what you had, even though their time was limited.

-
He disappears into a bakery, calling out to someone and his voice is so familiar, that you freeze. You remember being on the other end of those calls, rushing out of your room to your army, worn and battered, some broken, but still strong, still smiling.

You have to leave.

So you do.

-
You remember the first time they came back. He was injured, they all were, and you fret over them as they herd themselves into the forgery, as you try your best to use all the weird tokens you’ve saved up to heal them.

He waits until last, when your time is not so occupied with the others, and allows you to pat the whetstone powder to his scrapes as he laughs at your worry.

-
You write down everything you remember. You wonder if he remembers. If anyone else is here. If any of them remember.

-
You’re angry, of course you are. Because even if he wass an Oodachi, his heavy infantry were all but gone, and all he could do was chuckle as you fussed over him, whetstone powder and polishing cloth in your hands.

He says something, and you smile; and the smile he gives you in return is almost worth it.

-
You return to the Bakery the next day, and go inside for the sole purpose of seeing him.

And he’s exactly the same. You want to cry, and a grin spreads on your face as he turns to address you.

But there is no clarity in his eyes, no spark of recognition and none of the light you remember giving to him.

He doesn’t remember.

-
The first time a soldier breaks, you cry. As you do the second.

And even if it’s strange to be shedding tears over weapons, you can’t help but bury every single one; unable to bring yourself to break them down, to melt them down and forge new ones.

It wouldn’t be fair, you think.

You’ve always been sentimental.

-
Even if he doesn’t remember you, you certainly remember him. he still speaks the same, holds himself the same, andwhen you talk to him you are sure he is exactly who you assume him to be.

So it’s fine if he doesn’t remember because at least he is alive, right?
(But it still hurts.)

-
You remember the three of them. The Oodachi, the Naginata and, strangely enough, the Tantou. One cohesive unit, that despite the frailty of the Tantou, ran more successful missions than anyone else. (the Naginata and Tantou were close, and you remember how he took a shine to the two of them.)

You also remember the one and only time your troops ran into the Kebiishi.
And the near ruined troops, the broken Tantou the Naginata brought back.

The Naginata stopped sleeping after that.

-
Sometimes you see him talking to other people you know. You knew. And you wonder if any of them felt a connection to each other. If they were drawn together because of something they didn’t realise.

You’re glad they’re okay.

-
The war is getting worse and somehow, you are afraid. Not for yourself, but for the selfless being your’ve brought to life. They’ve sworn their loyalty, are willing to fight, but what sort of existence is that?

You want to take them away, you tell him late one night as you reforge him. Take them someplace safe.

He ruffles your hair and you want to cry.

-
They’re not the same. Of course they’re not. This person probably never had half the experiences he had, would probably never have to be faced with trails that difficult. And you know that. But it’s still hard not to think of him as him, even though it’s unfair.

You smile sadly at the boy behind the counter, handing over your money with a quiet "thank you."

-
You remember…

An attack. So very close to your home.

You remember the smell of burning in the air. He pushed you down to avoid the swing of a cursed weapon.

You remember blood on your face.

But you wake up in your bed, disorientated and back.

You black out. And as much as you try to, you can’t go back.

-
You can’t dismiss it, for all you try. Names in your history book still jump out at you with startling clarity.

You resolve to live this life to the fullest, to make up for your shortfalls in the last and it suits you fine. You almost forget, are almost able to brush away the feelings of melancholy and loneliness, to ignore the feeling of remembering what it felt like to bring soldiers to life.

You instead immerse yourself in a different type of magic, surrounded by those you call your friends, those who came to you mostly of their own violation. It’s equally satisfying, you find.

But your mind still wanders back to him.

So.

You resolve to make use of it. The least you can do is greet him. Make sure he’s alright. Because even after everything, you miss him.
But this is someone different, of course.

Still, you can’t help liking him all the same.

-
“Hi! I think I’ve filled all the stamps on this, so I get a custom bread right?”

“Huh? Your name is Tadokoro-san? I’m Kousaka Honoka! Nice to meet you!”

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI,G

[lokelion]

Miyuki Kazuya / Sawamura Eijun / Kuramochi Youichi , Daiya No Ace

Remember when Kuramochi realized they'll never see him as more than a bro?

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[lokelion]

Ushijima Wakatoshi / & Tendou Satori , Haikyuu!!

Remember when you got me a bluray of my favorite anime?
(optional: Remember when you got me the dubbed copy?)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[sotongsotong]

(optional: Remember when you got me the dubbed copy?)

I CAN'T BREATHE

Prompt: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[karahashi]

Bokuto Koutarou / & Kuroo Tetsurou / & Iwaizumi Hajime / & Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!!
no major content warnings apply

Remember when we bragged about our pets to one another?
(remember when yours turned out to be a rock?)
((remember when yours turned out to be your best friend?))

//did not happen in canon

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[toomo]

Oikawa Tooru /& Sugawara Koushi /& Kageyama Tobio Haikyuu!!
minor injury (?)

Remember when I tried to show off in front of you with this new serve I practiced but a fly got in my mouth and I chocked on it so the ball hit me in the head so now I swallowed it but I'll play it cool and wash my mouth later. But. The question is. Were you impressed?

[ based on a tru story *cough* ]

Re: PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[sotongsotong]

sees the fine print.

pats your back. you've been through a lot, friend.

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[toomo]

Ushijima Wakatoshi & Kiyoko Shimizu Haikyuu!!
no tags

Remember when you came to me with a kitten because apparently I'm this little guy's last chance of survival and it was really easy saying 'yes'?

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[toomo]

Kuroo Tetsurou & Kozume Kenma Haikyuu!!
swearing

Remember when we were in Uni and I got bored with waiting for you to finish your COD gameplay so I made a remix out of it?