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...

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

Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)

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

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Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

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Suicide (attempt)
996 words
UraBoku AU

You remember the first time you saw him, don't you, Keiji? You were walking out of the schoolyard, and you heard him yelling from down the hallway. You didn't know him, but you knew of him; you always heard him yelling about something. It didn't affect you though, so you tuned him out, until he nearly bowled you over in his rush out the door. You almost said something then, but you didn't.

You did watch him storm across the schoolyard though, and you kept watching as he stopped just under the rear gate. Do you remember how he looked, standing in the crisp fall light? The flat brown of his hair shifted into a warm glow when the light hit it, and you felt an answering warmth in your chest.

A leaf fell from a tree, and he plucked it from the air. He glanced around him, and something told you to duck back into the shadows of the doorway. When you risked looking out again, he was staring intently at the leaf, and then, before your eyes, it burst into flame.

You barely managed to stifle a surprised gasp as you watched, and as the flame burned higher, it seemed to ignite the fire that had been smoldering within you. "He's beautiful," you thought, "but dangerous too, a wildfire that starts in a flash and burns until there's nothing left."

You didn't say anything that afternoon, waiting until he was long gone before you finally left your hiding spot. You didn't say anything the next day either, though you watched for him coming through the gate that morning. You still didn't say anything the day after that, though you did find his class and his name — Oikawa Tooru, star of the volleyball team. You didn't say anything in the following weeks, but you started finding excuses to pause outside of the gym on your way to the music rooms and listen to him practicing.

You didn't say anything come winter either, when you noticed him start to change. It was subtle, something easily hidden behind his popular mask, but you could tell. His laughter became less and less, and he was easier to anger, storming off at the slightest provocation. When you walked by the gym, you no longer heard his playful teasing and bickering with his team; it all sounded mechanical, like someone going through the motions with no real love for it.

But even then you said nothing. Even as his fire seemed to dim, you said nothing. After all, you thought, he doesn't know you, and you don't really know him. You're a musician, and he's an athlete. You live in two different worlds; what makes you think you know what that world is like?

It happened so gradually that you barely noticed it at first, but at some point, you realized that you could feel his reactions in the fire in your own chest. It wasn't just his beauty that made it burn higher, but also his anger, and sometimes you could feel his anger flare even if he was nowhere in sight.

It wasn't until last week, when the snow had settled on the rooftops and the trees were all leafless and grey, that you finally spoke to him. You hadn't intended to, but the fire in your chest sputtered one day while you were in orchestra practice, like the dimming of a fire as it burned through the last of its kindling. You didn't stop to think, didn't even stop to excuse yourself your conductor, just sprinted out of the room and towards the rooftop, hoping you'd make it in time.

You reached the door at the top of the stairs just in time to hear the terrible words, "Burn, Oikawa Tooru." You burst out onto the rooftop just in time to see those familiar flames close in around him.

"Oikawa," you yelled, the first time you had ever said his name in his presence. He glanced up sharply as you wrapped your arms around him, heedless of the flames. It was the first time you ever touched him, and as the flames licked at you too, all you could think was 'please don't let him burn.'

Later, when you lay in the hospital with your hands wrapped in bulky bandages, you wondered if perhaps, despite his short temper and his wild flames, it wasn't Oikawa but you who burned too easily. You and your fragile body - the one that may never be able to play the violin again. And yet, you would do the same thing again if given the choice.

Sometimes, you wonder what he's thinking, don't you? He's been in your hospital room every day when he thinks you're asleep, sometimes running his thumb gently across your forehead, always leaving when he thinks you're about to wake. You wonder why he keeps coming back, and what he would say if he knew you've been faking sleep just so that he'll stay a little longer.

Maybe tomorrow it's time to stop pretending. You've been talking to no one but yourself for too long.

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"Akaashi," Oikawa whispers, running a thumb over Akaashi's cheek. He doesn't expect a reply; he's never received one before, so he startles when there are suddenly clear eyes staring back at him.

"Oikawa," Akaashi replies, his voice hoarse from disuse.

Oikawa's head falls forward, his forehead pressing to Akaashi's as tears spill from his eyes. "Akaashi, I'm sorry," he says. "I think I've fallen in love with you."

Akaashi wishes he could reach up and hold Oikawa close to him, wipe away Oikawa's tears, but he can't, not with the bandages on his arms. "I fell in love with you a long time ago, Oikawa," he says, and it has to be enough.

Oikawa Tooru is beautiful. Oikawa Tooru is fragile. Oikawa Tooru is strong. Oikawa is a flame, and Akaashi will make sure that flame never tries to go out again.

Bonus Round 1: Memory

Fill: Team Grandstand, T