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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...

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.

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Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

400 words (prose)
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14 lines (poetry)

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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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part 3 of 3

Takahiro settles back against his seat, covers his face, and laughs (and cries) while Mattsun takes their food and mumbles a quick thanks to the girl, who's hiding a grin behind her own hand and ushers them along with a wish for a good night. The second they've parked in one of the many open spaces, Mattun's out the car and opening the passenger door, crouching in front of Takahiro, gently coaxing his hands from his face, voice low and soft. But Takahiro's having none of it, and takes the opportunity to manhandle him into the car, force his back against his own seat and clamber into his lap with all the grace of a dying man. Takahiro curls into him, clinging to him, nosing at the hot skin where neck meets shoulder. The paper bag of food sits forgotten on the driver's seat. It doesn't even matter, nothing does, nothing at all except the man in Takahiro's arms.

Mattsun is shaking with hushed laughter, breathing into Takahiro's hair, "What are you doing, you ridiculous boy, what on earth are you doing," and reverently running his fingers along the ridge of Takahiro's cheekbones, the line of jaw.

And Takahiro is shaking his head, laughing along, cheeks damp with tears. "I don't know," he's saying between hiccups, "I have no idea, I'm overwhelmed, leave me alone, it's been a tough week, okay—"

And then suddenly, finally, Mattsun's kissing him. It's soft, and sweet, and gentle in only the way Mattsun knows how to be; strong enough to tilt Takahiro's chin up and yet so slow, holding him like he's something precious. The warmth in Takahiro's chest curls into a tight ball, beating hard and fast like a hummingbird.

"I love you too, you mess," Mattsun breathes against his lips before coming in again, ever softer, barely pushing back, the sweetest pressure Takahiro has ever tasted.

"I'm not a mess," he mumbles back, not bothering to pull away.

"You're a total mess."

"I'm—" He struggles to come up with something smart, mind still all a jumble. "Fine, but I'm you're mess."

"Mmm." Takahiro can feel Mattsun smiling. "Cheesy."

"You love it," says Takahiro breathlessly, and this time when he comes in for a kiss neither of them hold back. The steadying hands on his waist move to tangle in his hair, one sliding down the expanse of his throat and resting heavy on his chest. Mattsun tastes of coffee and mint chewing gum and heat. Takahiro can't get enough, he's gasping into his mouth and groaning low in his throat. Nothing could feel better at this moment than this, than neon light on his skin and the warmth of his lover holding him close. Nothing, because this is everything.

Mattsun's the one to break them apart in the end. He catches Takahiro's gaze, his own blue eyes lit up and on fire. "I do," he finally pants, voice uneven. "Irrevocably."

"Beep, sorry, try again. That word's on the list of words you aren't allowed to use at 3am."

He noses down Takahiro's neck, hot and steady in his arms. "This was not on the agenda when I dragged you out, Hiro. Ruining my plans."

Takahiro simply hums, eyes slipping closed as he relaxes into the embrace.

"You had an emotional breakdown in a McDonalds drive-through."

"Mmm."

"And proposed to me."

"Shhh."

"In a McDonalds drive-through, Hiro."

Takahiro huffs out a nervous laugh, keeping his eyes closed. "You love it," he repeats, nuzzling closer. Mattsun always smells so good, he doesn't get it, how can he always smell this good?

Mattsun rubs comforting circles onto his back. "It's almost over, Takahiro. Last exam. You're almost done, and I promise you, when we're done Iwaizumi and I have the craziest week of freedom planned."

"...'s that so."

"Yeah. Totally crazy stuff, like sleeping, and eating actual food instead of freeze-dried crackers. And best part, there's no caffeine. It's a whole new world, sweet boyfriend of mine. Just you wait."

"Mmm..." Takahiro smirks into the warm skin of Mattsun's neck. "I don't know... Sounds fake to me."

"Oh, you'll love it. I can't wait to show you."

They both laugh under their breath.

"You're such a loser, Issei."

"Five minutes ago you thought I was so cool you were crying about it."

"Really? I don't recall."

"That's cool, I have it memorised." Mattsun clears this throat. "Issei, you are the love of my life—"

"I didn't say that," Takahiro bites out, pulling away and glaring, eyes accusatory. His cheeks are hot.

Mattsun grins crookedly. "You might as well have."

He's got a point there. Takahiro wrinkles his nose in distaste and nuzzles back into the crook of Mattsun's neck. "Jerk," he mutters.

"Your jerk, though," the traitor quips back. He kisses Takahiro's temple. "Right?"

"Unoriginal jerk." He ducks up and steals a quick kiss. "But yes. Mine."

There is nothing better, Takahiro reaffirms, than the taste of Matsukawa Issei's smile. Nothing in the whole wide world.

Fourteen hours, three tearful Oikawa Toorus, one zombie Hanamaki Takahiro, two cups of coffee, a broken-calculator scare (why do you need a calculator for a paper on financial law? don't fucking ask Takahiro, that's all we know), a three hour paper, and a two hour power nap directly following (re: passing out on Iwaizumi's bed and half-heartedly cuddling with his suffering-law-student-in-arms) later, Takahiro is free.

He wakes up to Mattsun gently shouldering him through their four-person apartment to his own bedroom. Even just sitting upright on the bed while Mattsun shuffles around the bedroom and then pulls off Takahiro's button-up for him is pushing it. Takahiro squints through bleary eyes as Mattsun unlaces and pulls of his shoes. When he's settled in under the covers, he barely has to paw at his boyfriend before Mattsun is kicking off his own slippers and sliding in beside him. His body warmth seeps into Takahiro and heats him up and down to his bones. The warm fondness curls in his chest, sweet and delicious; his hummingbird heart grows wings and soars.

Takahiro is disgustingly in love with this guy.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Issei."

"Go to sleep," Mattsun whispers back. "You're an overworked mess."

"Really..." Takahiro forces the mumbled words out, all but melting into the pillow. "Really love you..."

Mattsun's returning grin steals the breath Takahiro's breath away. "I know, you nerd. You already proposed to me, remember?"

Takahiro shakes his head sleepily, willing the embarrassment away. "I don't recall."

Mattsun clears his throat in a grand fashion and opens his mouth, but he's cut off when Takahiro silences him with a lazy, close-mouthed kiss.

"Don't you dare. That never happened."

The answering laugh, albeit silent, shakes the bed. But he dutifully nods, miming zipping his lips shout. "What never happened? I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

Takahiro lets out a pleased hum from deep in his chest, and nestles up against Mattsun's shoulder, sharing the warmth. When he takes a deep breath, the familiar scent soothes away any lingering tension.

"Don't worry, Takahiro," Mattsun suddenly murmurs. His arm wraps around Takahiro's waist and pulls him close. "I'll be here for the next law exam, and the next hell week, and the next midnight burgers after that. I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere. Even if you insult my daisies, which I know you love anyway," he snorts before resorting back to a soothing serious hum. "You don't need to worry about stuff like that. I'll be right here."

Takahiro smiles, small and soft. He leans up and presses his lips against Mattsun's jaw. "Good night, Issei."

I know you will be.

thank you for reading!!! i hope i could do some justice to your prompt ahhh;; i hope you enjoyed it even just a little!

I SCREAMING!!!!!

MAKKI IS SUCH A MESS AND MATTSUN IS SO BAE??? Ah, yes, the final struggle is real and I sure don't miss it :'')) AND OMO THE MCDONALDS DRIVE THROUGH GIRL GOT A FRONT ROW SEAT TO THE DRAMA I LOVE IT I LOVE THESE FOOLS. Thanks for the fill!

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Bonus Round 1: Memory

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