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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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Fukutomi Juichi &/ Arakita Yasutomo &/ Toudou Jinpachi &/ Shinkai Hayato Yowapedal
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Remember when Fukutomi vowed to take Hakone Gakuen's Girls' Cycling Club to the nationals?

Edited 2016-06-02 21:43 (UTC)

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a redraw of this official art

WAHHH I LOVE THIS! THank you!!! (and ofc Arakita is super flat)

yeahhh, nice. I love me some genderswaps. Toudou is gorgeous, of course.

Word count: 1544
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Fukutomi shaves her head every spring, in preparation for the upcoming cycling season. It’s an important ritual for her -- the buzz of the electric razor is soothing, almost meditative, and she likes the metaphoric symbolism of cleaning away the last year, of starting fresh for every new season. This year is particularly important -- she’s captain, now, and this is her first and only chance to lead her team to victory in the Inter-High. She visualizes it as she shaves; standing on the podium, arms raised high, with Shinkai and Arakita and Toudou around her.

Toudou reacts to Fukutomi’s ritual as if it’s a personal offense. The previous week, she’s brought her face up close to Fukutomi’s and her hands up to her short hair, and said, “Don’t shave it all off this year, Fuku, you look so masculine with your hair shaved! And your shoulders…” she’d tsked, smoothing a manicured hand across Fukutomi’s broad shoulders before returning her focus to her hair.

“We could bleach it, or something, you’d look super cute as a blonde and if we spike it up it’ll still be edgy and, you know, you! C’mon, Fuku…” Toudou had wheedled and pleaded. But Fukutomi would not be swayed.

Tomorrow is the official start to the season, and tonight, Fukutomi is shaving her head.

There’s a knock on her door, and Fukutomi carefully finished the strip she’s on, hair falling across her shoulders and to the floor in short bristles.

“Hey, Fuku-chan, open up!” Arakita’s voice yells through the door, even as Fukutomi opens it. Arakita stops just short of hitting Fukutomi in the chest, fist raised, apparently in preparation to pound on the door. She clicks her tongue and pushes past Fukutomi into the room, saying, “Geeze, Fuku-chan, what took you so long?”

“Don’t be impatient,” Fukutomi admonishes. She steps aside to let Shinkai enter, followed by Toudou, who’s already bemoaning the half-buzzed state of Fukutomi’s hair.

Arakita makes herself at home on Fukutomi’s bed, sprawled on her stomach and flipping through a copy of Cycle Sports Magazine. Shinkai sits with her legs across Arakita’s back, and pops a bubble of gum, and Toudou’s poking around Fukutomi’s dresser, reading the labels on her lotion and off-brand deodorant.

There’s bits of hair stuck inside Fukutomi’s sports bra, and it itches. She wants to continue, but thinks that it would be rude to do so, now that she has company. It has her a bit confused and she’d not quite sure what she should do.

“F’r god’s sake, stop being so awkward and go cut your damn hair off.”

Fukutomi blinks, surprised, and Arakita waves a dismissive hand.

“You know. Your thing. Uh. Shinkai?”

Shinkai’s laugh is easy, and she pushes her toes against Fukutomi’s thigh. “Go on, Juichi,” she says, “we’re here to support you.”

“That’s right,” Toudou interjects. “If you’re going to do this anyway, you have to at least let me make sure you don’t come out of this looking totally butch.” She grabs Fukutomi by the shoulders and imperiously steers her back to the chair in front of the mirror, pushing down until Fukutomi sits.

“Now.” The razor hums to life. “Let’s get this travesty over with.”

The razor vibrates against her skull as Toudou moves it methodically back and forth. The sound and sensation are near-hypnotic, and Fukutomi closes her eyes. Nobody else has ever shaved her head for her before. It’s nice. It’s very nice.

She’s half asleep by the time Toudou clicks the clippers off and declares her finished by saying “There you go, Fuku, practically bald, just the way you wanted it. You can’t judge me for your own horrible taste in hairstyles.” She tempers it, though with a hand scruffed back-to-front across Fukutomi’s head, a kiss to the forehead, and a wistful “You do have such lovely eyebrows, though. I’m so jealous.”

Something feels warm in Fukutomi’s chest, and she clutches at it. She’s a little overwhelmed and as much as she tries to hide it, Shinkai sees through it in a second.

Shinkai’s eyes crinkle knowingly, and Fukutomi holds her gaze even though she wants to look away.

After a moment, Shinkai sighs and stretches and rolls off of the bed (across Arakita, who squawks and swears). “Me next, I suppose,” she says.

“Ooh, yes,” Toudou says, to Fukutomi’s confusion, and for a moment she thinks that Toudou is going to shave off Shinkai’s hair, too -- waist-length tangle of dyed-ginger waves that Fukutomi knows Shinkai loves, as much as she pretends not to care.

But then Toudou produces a tint brush and a jar of blue dye, and Fukutomi is banished to the shower to wash away the itchy bristles of hair.

When she returns, Shinkai is placidly eating a granola bar while Toudou flutters around her, painting swaths of blue into Shinkai’s hair and coiling them with laudable efficiency into little packages on the top of her head.

Arakita waves Fukutomi over, and Fukutomi sits herself primly on the bed beside her hip.

Arakita curls around her like a cat, draping one arm across Fukutomi’s lap and resting her head on the arm.

“Look at this shit,” she says, shaking the magazine. “This chick’s got tits like Shinkai.”

The model certainly does, and is certainly not wearing a sports bra in the photo, despite her cycling kit.

“Do you spend much time looking at Shinkai’s breasts?” Fukutomi asks, face serious, and Arakita splutters.

Shinkai’s laughing loudly as Arakita makes a threatening gesture and yells “Fuku-chan, don’t tease me, dammit!”

“Mm.”

Arakita scoffs at the non-response, but she settles comfortable back into Fukutomi’s lap and accepts a wordless apology in the form of a back rub.

It’s quiet for a moment, save for the fwip of Arakita’s magazine and the wet, crinkly noises that Toudou’s making around Shinkai’s head. It’s comfortable, and nice, and Fukutomi feels warm and relaxed.

Finally, she breaks the silence.

“Why?”

Arakita pauses her page-flipping. She gently headbutts Fukutomi in the stomach.

“Idiot,” she says. “It’s important to you. And…” she trailed off, red-faced.

“And you’re important to us,” Toudou finishes for her.

Fukutomi’s jaw twitches and she clenches it, swallowing around the sudden lump. She nods.

There’s a pause.

“Group hug?” Shinkai suggests from in front of the mirror, and Toudou shrieks something about ruining the dye and the moment is effectively broken when Toudou slaps a plastic shower cap over Shinkai’s head and declares her ready to marinate.

Shinkai shrugs easily and drapes herself over the bed again, legs across Fukutomi’s, this time. She pokes Arakita’s cheek with her big toe.

“Your turn.”

Arakita swats the foot away, grumbles “Get your disgusting foot out of my face,” and slouches into a sitting position and rips the tie out of her hair.

Arakita’s hair tends to be long and limp and shapeless, because she’s too lazy to do much with it, and Fukutomi sits up a little straighter, wondering what she’s going to do.

Arakita promptly solves that question by grabbing a handful of hair and a pair of scissors and hacking half the length off. A few repeats of this, and she tosses her head with a grunt and sets the scissors down. She crosses her arms, glares at the other girls, and demands “Well?”

It’s uneven and choppy, just brushing her collarbones and sharp shoulder blades. It looks crude and rough and very much like Arakita. Fukutomi nods and Shinkai gives a thumbs up, and Toudou just rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue.

“I don’t believe you,” she grouses, and smacks Arakita’s hand away when she gives her the finger. Toudou brandishes the clippers, and Arakita sits in the desh chair long enough for Toudou to shave a semicircle above her left ear.

“We match,” Fukutomi tells her, as Arakita fingers the coarse stubble.

Arakita’s face goes beet red. “Shut up,” she snaps, obviously flustered.

“Looks good, Yasutomo,” Shinkai adds, and Arakita grumbles at her.

She’s pleased by the praise, Fukutomi can tell.

Toudou claps her hands, demanding their attention, and they oblige.

“Well! My turn!” she declares, with much ceremony.

She turns and leans in close to the mirror and slowly, painstakingly trims one centimetre of hair from her bangs.

“That’s it?” Arakita asks, incredulous.

Toudou smooths a hand across her hair. “You don’t mess with perfection,” she says smugly.

Fukutomi can’t help it. She cracks a grin as they bicker. Her friends are ridiculous and wonderful and she loves them so very much.

They’re going to win. They have to win. She’s going to carry all of their hopes and goals and affections and she is going to win.

She’s going to remember this, she thinks. Forever. But still.

“Toudou,” she says later, when Shinkai’s hair has been rinsed and dried and is looking especially eye-catching in its blue stripes. “I think we need to commemorate this occasion. The start of our final season.”

It only takes a moment for Toudou to understand her meaning. She squeals and leaps onto the bed with the others, whipping her phone out of her pocket.

“Selfie time!”

Fukutomi keeps an e-mailed copy of the photo as her cell phone’s wallpaper for the rest of the year.

Edited 2016-06-09 22:47 (UTC)

i remixed this here!! this is such a lovely fic ;u;

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Bonus Round 1: Memory

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G

Re: FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G