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!
- 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!
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Tags: no major tags (technically I aged up Inui a little to match Chris?)
Word Count: 1374

Chris opened his notebook and frowned. Or, rather, he opened someone’s notebook, and frowned. He flipped back to the front of it to confirm, and as he suspected the front did not have his name on it. It was the same brand and style as his notebook though; clearly he had accidentally grabbed someone else’s notebook in his haste to get to the next panel of the conference.

He was just so excited to get to the presentation on the use of regression analysis in sports data. Which… was starting in just a few minutes, according to his watch.

He considered his options. He could backtrack, and try to find the notebook’s owner, but they probably wouldn’t be in the same place. By now, they could be at any of the panels. Or, worse, they could be using this period to skip for lunch.

Chris flipped through the notebook again, under the guise of looking for a name, but… There were some really nice charts. Training schedules, data predictions based on previous performance. Chris spotted the word ‘tennis’ repeated a few times and raised an eyebrow. He’d never thought much about tennis, but clearly this person poured everything into it.

This person named… Kaidou Kaoru, he had to guess, from the name scribbled several times in the first few pages.

The presenter began to talk, and Chris hastily flipped towards the end of the notebook to a blank page. He had nothing else to write on, and, well, he got the feeling Kaidou wouldn’t mind much.

Chris walked into his next panel early, but to his surprise there was someone already there, sitting right at the front by the panelists’ table. A tall boy, about the same age as him, with spiky black hair and glasses. But more than that, Chris’s eyes were drawn to what was in his hands. A notebook that looked exactly like his.

Because it was.

The boy had his face buried in it, flipping through the pages. Chris cleared his throat. When the boy didn’t look up, Chris did it again, and held out the other notebook.

“Excuse me,” Chris said, finally gaining the other person’s attention. “I believe you must be Kaidou Kaoru.”

The boy hit him with a strange look. “No?”

Chris frowned. “Isn’t this your notebook? I assumed, since you’re holding mine...”

The boy looked down, then back up at Chris. “Oh…” He slowly closed the notebook. “You must be Chris then.”

Chris nodded as they exchanged notebooks. “Seems you have me at a disadvantage,” Chris said.

“Inui Sadaharu,” the boy said, standing up.

“Then who’s Kaidou?”

Chris thought he saw Inui redden for just a moment, before he spoke. “A teammate,” he said. “I track the data for all of my teammates.”

“And then some,” Chris said, before he could think better of the slight admission to reading Inui’s notes.

“You play baseball,” Inui said, brushing right along. “Your methods of data collection are fascinating. I’ve never given the sport much thought, though I’ve dabbled in pitching.”

“Oh, is that so? I’m—”

“A catcher,” Inui finished for him. “I never thought about how much strategy goes into that role. If I had, I might have thought twice before playing pitcher.”

“I imagine you could excel at it,” Chris says with a smirk. “I mean… from the attention to detail I saw in your notes. Though…”

Inui raised an eyebrow. “Did you find some flaw in my data?”

“Of course not,” Chris said, waving his hand. “Forget I mentioned anything.”

“No, go on,” Inui urged him.

He sighed. “What… what were those recipes?”

Inui smirked. “Did you like my latest juice concepts? I’ve been working on a few blends that I think will maximize recovery.”

“Well…” Chris waved a hand. “To be honest, I thought they were kind of overkill.”

Inui was silent for a moment. Chris couldn’t quite tell if he was glaring or not, though he felt a small urge to back away.

“What do you mean?” Inui asked calmly.

“I’m just saying,” Chris shrugged. “You’re adding all these nutrients and proteins, when really a glass of milk would do.”

Inui scoffed. “I suppose you’d add chocolate powder and call it a day.”

Chris huffed. “It’s simple and has everything you need.”

“The protein intake of chocolate milk is half that of the average protein shake,” Inui said, flipping to the correct page in his notebook. “And less than a third of what’s in Inui Juice Alpha.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “And why would you need that much? Your juice is trying to shove three meals in a glass.”

“It’s efficient,” Inui said coldly.

“For certain definitions,” Chris muttered.

“Umm, excuse me?” came a woman’s voice.

Both of their heads whipped towards the intruding voice, only to find that multiple people were sitting in the room, with a few more filling in to sit down.

“Could you back up and do a breakdown on the product you’re talking about?” the person who spoke up asked. She were holding a pen and an open notebook.

“What?” Chris and Inui asked in unison.

“This is the lecture on effective recovery drinks, right?” the woman asked. “I think you started the presentation a bit early, but it sounds fascinating.”

Chris looked from her, then to Inui, and back. Inui seemed to be equally confused. But well… They looked behind them towards the empty panelist table, and, more importantly, the empty whiteboard behind it. In unison, they both seemed to make the decision to cross around the table, and each of them dived for a dry erase marker.

“Chocolate milk has approximately 10 grams of protein per 8 ounce serving,” Chris said, writing down the figure and beginning the lines for a chart.

Inui seemed to pick up from him exactly, completing the chart over on his side of the board. “Correct, but most whey protein powders boast up to 24 grams per serving,” Inui said, adding in that data.

“But—”

“But that figure can vary wildly, as my own lab tests have shown,” Inui said, cutting Chris off. “However, Inui Juice Alpha boasts up to 33 grams…”

“How can it contain so much extra?” the woman taking notes asked. “Is it using something other than whey protein?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “He’s using—”

Inui shushed Chris, before turning a cold stare at the woman. “The recipe is proprietary,” he told her.

Chris shook his head. “No one else would even want to use—”

“Shh!” Inui frowned. “But that’s only protein. There are a lot more components.”

Chris started adding more lines to their chart. “Correct. So, moving on to other reasons you’re wrong…”

When Chris looked over, Inui was just barely smirking. “We’re going to need more lines on this chart. Maybe some graphs.”

“Different colors for each comparator?”

Inui grabbed more dry erase markers. “I’ll start making a legend.”

Thirty minutes later the lecture hall had basically cleared out as every blank surface of the whiteboard had been colored in with figures and formulas. Chris leaned back onto the table, heaving a breath as he did. The fervor with which they’d been arguing and writing, Chris felt almost like he’d just run laps.

Inui sat next to him. “You might have a point,” he said, quietly.

Chris grinned at him.

“Perhaps you’d like to help me design something better.”

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s not quite my strong point.”

Inui shuffled slightly. “Well…”

Chris smirked, and pushed forward with a hunch. “Or, maybe I could catch your pitch instead.”

It was Inui’s turn to look surprised. “What?”

“I have an extra glove in my hotel room,” Chris offered. “And I think I saw a field not too far away.”

Inui shrugged. “I haven’t pitched in some time…”

“You read my data,” Chris said. “Might as well see if you can do anything with it.”

Inui frowned. “Do you doubt me?”

Chris smiled. “Of course not. Though, I really only know about your data gathering skills. I haven’t gotten a chance to see you put it into practice.”

“I see,” Inui said, standing up. “Then a demonstration is in order.”

Chris smirked. “I can’t wait to see your data in action, Inui.”

"THESE WERE SOME REALLY NICE CHARTS"

relatable feel is relatable. And I can just imagine the spontaneous debate over protein. With the utter glee of data people who *definitely NEED* more marker colors. That is not a simple *want*. It is a need. That was beautiful.

Bonus Round 1: Memory

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

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