sportsanime | Bonus Round 1: Memory

Let's start our summer by looking at the past—things that happened in canon, or maybe in an AU, or maybe just as wishful thinking...

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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!
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Aomine Daiki/Kongo Agon (kuroko no basuke & eyeshield 21)

Remember when local street gang leader Aomine was so certain nobody could ever beat him... Only for Agon to show up with a mind to drive him off his turf?

(I was gonna rep this crackship too sooner or later, please, please.)

warning: violence; word count: 955

“Hey.”

Aomine looks up from the park bench where he’s comfortably sprawled between two high school girls who are fighting to see who can press more of their breasts against him. Some asshole with dreads and a flimsy looking orange happi thrown over a black tank is glaring down at him. Or Aomine assumes he’s glaring down, he can’t actually see much through the sunglasses he’s wearing that just make him look extra douchey because it’s getting on midnight and the sun has long since set.

Aomine waves a hand at him and turns back to the lady on his right, winking at her. “Move along, nothing here that anybody but me needs to see.”

Aomine waits a few seconds and when he glances back again the douchebag is still standing there. “I said--”

“They say you’re the one in charge around these parts.”

Aomine catches the subtle tone and inflection on those words and he realizes quickly that this is going to be a gang thing. He tenses just enough that he’s ready to react, but makes sure the other man can’t see it. Instead he rolls his head back so he’s leaning his neck on the back of the bench, staring upside down at the man and giving him his best shit-eating grin. “They like to say a lot of things without knowing what they’re talking about.”

He rolls his head to the other side, “accidentally” rolling across the large breasts of the lady on his left as he does. She giggles and playfully pushes his head off, but only after enough time that Aomine is sure she’s pleased at the attention.

All of a sudden the girl on his right gasps and pulls away from his arm. Left is a second behind and Aomine hears a rustle of clothes that’s enough warning for his reflexes to kick on. He leans forward as a body is chucked over the bench, and though he shows no outward signs when he looks at it, his blood runs cold and his heart stutters for half a beat.

Kise is the openly acknowledged head of their little gang, the one who schmoozes with businessmen and charms the police to avoid arrests after they get in fights. The one everyone believes to be the leader while Aomine is his dog who takes care of the dirty work.

Kise is almost as vicious a fighter as Aomine himself, and now he’s laying on the ground, breathing shallowly with bruises visible all over his face. Aomine can’t tell very well in the dark with only a few streetlights to see, but he thinks one of his arms is probably broken.

Aomine stands and makes a sharp gesture. He turns slowly, facing the dreadlocked douchebag fully and seriously since he appeared. The girls have long since cleared out, and he hears a few of his members moving into place behind him. A groan signals that somebody has taken the initiative to get Kise out of there.

The man is grinning at him. “He seemed to know what he was talking about, hm?”

“You lookin’ for a fight?” Aomine snarls, eyebrows drawing down slowly as he watches the other man look slowly up and down his body appraisingly.

In return, he gets a middle finger thrown in his direction and the smile morphs into a bearing of teeth reminiscent of an animal throwing out a challenge.

It’s all Aomine needs to see.

He vaults over the bench, using his momentum to throw himself at the other man, and lands a beautiful sucker punch square in the center of his gut. He’s too good of a fighter to lose his balance when his hit slides and skitters off at a strange angle, and instead uses the change in position to swing around and dodge the elbow aimed for his neck. He backs off a step and throws out a kick, hoping that the bait will be taken.

It is, and when his foot is caught to stop it he gives a shake that causes the other man to stumble back, and he throws the foot into his stomach where he had punched the man just a few moments prior.

Aomine hears the slight huff of air and grins to himself, knowing that he’s won yet another challenge. Nobody has managed to walk away after getting two good hits from Aomine.

The half second he takes to gloat is his downfall however. A fist slams into the side of his face, catching his nose with a sharp crack and throwing him to the side. He’s grabbed by the shoulder faster than even his instincts allow him to catch his balance, and several sucker punches straight to his diaphragm leave him winded. He resists the urge to grab his belly as he tries to catch his breath. A leg shoots out, pulling forward and he falls heavily onto his back.

A foot in an expensive looking leather shoe stomps down barely half an inch from his ear and the other man leans in so close that his dreadlocks brush against Aomine’s cheeks.

“Aomine Daiki?” The man reaches up and tilts his sunglasses down just enough that Aomine can look into his eyes without the tinted lenses being in the way. “I’m Kongo Agon, and this territory is all mine now, you got it?”

Agon pushes his sunglasses back up and stands, looking over the street and the bench and the shocked gang members standing frozen only a few feet away.

Aomine grits his teeth and forces himself to sit up and watch as Agon turns and walks away, sauntering casually off into the night while whistling a jaunty tune.

not 100% what was requested, but thanks for letting me write god awful boys beating each other up

God awful boys beating each other up was p much always the goal, so. You nailed it. ♥

Anyway, thank you for this!! Your fight writing is good and I kind of love Kise being the "official" head of their gang because he's pretty and charismatic and makes that work for them, but ohhhh poor baby, meeting Agon first. Aomine shouldn't have underestimated him when he already got the better of Kise. :')

Bonus Round 1: Memory

PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA

FILL: TEAM Kobayakawa Sena/Shin Seijuro, T

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