Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags

[referees]

Feeling generous? In this round, you get to give creative gifts as prompts.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

RULES

• Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
• Package: medium sized cube, rattles
  From: Kageyama Tobio
  To: Hinata Shouyou
  Note: These will help you get better.
• Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
  From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
  To: Kinjou Shingo
  Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets!
• Your prompt MUST include a relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
• Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

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

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none") Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

SCORING

These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!

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

For fills:

First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.

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Comments

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[putsch]

tajima/hanai ; oofuri

package: small bag, lots of white paper
to: tajima yuuichiro
from: hanai asuza
note: Merry Christmas.

FILL: Team Chihayafuru, G

[outstretched]

No Tags
~600 words


"But it's June," Tajima says, his busy hands digging through the white paper. It shreds easily in his fingers and drifts towards the floor, simulated snow in summertime.

"You're welcome," Hanai snaps, already irritated, already blushing. His hands are balled into fists in his lap, and he watches Tajima unfold the gift.

He didn't mean for it to turn out this way. When Hanai decides to do something, he does it thoroughly. This was no exception: he started agonizing over this gift in September, and purchased it by October. But then it was December 24, the most romantic day of the year, and Hanai held the package in one hand, his phone in the other—I'm on my way as the last received message—and before he could stop himself, shoved the bag under his bed.

Tajima had complained, then, about not receiving a gift. Hanai had responded that feeding Tajima a meal he'd taken the time to cook himself was gift enough, maybe Tajima should be less greedy. And Tajima had gotten kind of quiet at that, his eyes watching Hanai through the dim light, and then swooped in to press a kiss to Hanai's cheek.

"Thanks for the meal, Azusa," he'd said.

"Don't call me that," he'd replied on automatic. Tajima didn't pull back after the kiss, and was still close enough that Hanai could watch the way his freckles had scrunched up with the force of his smile.

Now it's six months later, and they're sitting at the same places at the same table, and Hanai has gotten better at practicing courage. Sunlight streams through the windows, thrown open to seek respite from the breathless early-summer heat. Takeaway cartons cover the small distance between them, and Tajima has found the gift that lies at the center of the cushioning paper.

Hanai can tell that Tajima knows what it is the second his hand closes around it. Immediately his gaze drops to the table, unable to watch him any longer.

It's a long time before Tajima speaks. "Hanai—"

The words never mind are crowding forward on his tongue, so he says the first words he can to force them back. "Merry christmas," he bursts out.

Tajima just stares at him, his face flushed faintly pink, his eyes wide—and then he bursts out laughing.

Hanai cringes back but Tajima is immediately leaning towards him, chasing him for once. He half-falls out of his own chair as he drapes his arms around Hanai's shoulders, shaking with laughter that teeters on the edge of tears. Hanai steadies his weight, awkwardly settling a hand between his shoulderblades. They're twenty-five and Tajima's still small, but heavier than he looks, all muscle.

"Um," Hanai tries again.

"I thought," Tajima says, but his voice breaks, so he tries again. "I thought you were a traditionalist," he says. "I expected a long speech or something."

The fingers of Tajima's right hand are balled into a fist around Hanai's present, a simple silver ring.

"I'm not going to kneel in front of you," Hanai snaps, before carefully shifting Tajima's weight in his arms so that he can hold him better. "Um. Are you okay?"

"You haven't really asked me, though," Tajima says.

"You haven't said yes, either," Hanai points out, voice shaking.

Tajima presses their cheeks together. "Yes," he whispers, so soft and close that only Hanai would hear. "Yes."

Hanai loses track of a few minutes. When his head clears, Tajima has migrated into his lap and Hanai's kissing him everywhere he can reach, his nose, his eyebrows, the curves of his smile.

He pulls back, and Tajima's just as flushed and teary-eyed as he is. "This is a mess," Hanai says. "Sorry."

"Shut up," Tajima says, "I'm very happy right now," and kisses him again.

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya

[luckycricket33]

Manami Sangaku & Miyahara, Yowamushi Pedal

Package: fits in the palm of her hands
TO: KAICHOU
FROM: SANGAKU
Note: congrats on your promotion

Re: PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya

[elucidatedlucy]

SCREECHES

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[putsch]

makishima/toudou ; yowamushi pedal

package: large, poorly wrapped with very shiny foil
to: MAKICHAN
from: YOUR ETERNAL RIVAL!!
note: IN ANNIVERSARY FOR THE FIRST TIME YOU BEAT ME IN A RACE AND STOLE MY HEART!!!

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, Rated G

[iwaizumemes]

no tags

433 words

The sun shining off the abomination of a package makes Makishima squint when he sees it. It’s still there, even after he closes his eyes and opens them again, shining and blinding and looking too large for Onoda’s hands.

“Toudou-san said I had to deliver it right away!” Onoda chirps and Makishima glares. He doesn’t want to glare at Onoda, but he needs to glare somewhere and Toudou isn’t here.

“It’s fine, just give it to me.” He says and takes the package before Onoda has the chance to move. Onoda scurries away and Makishima spares him an apologetic glance. Hopefully he hadn’t been too rude, but it’s always so hard to tell.

The label, if possible, is more obnoxious than the foil, and the note scrawls halfway across the top of the box in Jinpachi’s handwriting. ”In anniversary for the time you beat me in a race and stole my heart!!! <3 <3 <3 --Toudou Jinpachi” Makishima drops the package like it’s on fire, letting it slam too hard against the table top.

Maybe that was overboard, he reflects, but carefully avoids touching the written words as he opens the side. It’s really badly wrapped, he reflects, and Makishima is surprised. For someone so neat and conservative in his fashion, he’s remarkably bad at gift wrapping and aesthetics. The first side comes untaped, and there is more wrinkled foil bunched beneath the folds, so much that by the time the entire package is unwrapped Makishima has nearly cut himself a dozen times on its edges.

At first he isn’t sure what he’s looking at, nestled in the box half full of packing peanuts. Is that a stuffed animal? Is it a real animal? God he hopes not. Surely even Toudou wouldn’t be that stupid. But no, it’s not alive, but when he touches it it is soft.

Disentangling its many black legs from the packing peanuts, Makishima pulls out what appears to be a stuffed spider, and, taped to its head, a second note.

“Maki-chan,

I remember the first time I saw you climb
Eyes on the horizon
Legs moving like a creepy crawly spider
And I thought
Oh, he’s lovely.
And you’re lovely still
A year later and I hope this finds you well
And makes you smile.

-Forever Yours, Jinpachi”

Makishima folds the note, poorly written poetry included, more carefully than he probably needs to, and sits down on the nearest chair. He takes a deep breath and laughs, louder than he ever remembers laughing before.

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Ashikiba Takuto/Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags!

package: Well-packed small box that refuses to sound upon being shaken
to: Shikiba
from: Jun-chan
note: you left this in my room

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[yusukesjeans]

fFUCK

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Ashikiba Takuto & Shinkai Yuuto, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags

package: feathers stick out the edges of a small box
to: Yuuto
from: Senpai
note: did the potions stop working again

PROMPT: TEAM TENNIS NO OUJI-SAMA

[nobetterpicture]

Tezuka Kunimitsu & Kaidoh Kaoru , Prince of Tennis
No tags

Package: carefully wrapped, thin square. Soft to the touch.
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kaidoh Kaoru
Note: Good luck, Captain.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM TENNIS NO OUJI-SAMA

[prillalar]

oh my heart

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[putsch]

asahi/daichi/suga ; haikyuu

package: medium sized victoria's secret box
from: asahi & suga
to: daichi
note: please wear tonight ♡

Re: PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[granada]

lmao fuck

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Aoyagi Hajime &or/ Ashikiba Takuto, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags!

package: a letter sticks out of a vase of flowers
to: Takuto
from: Hajime
note: alright

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Manami Sangaku &or/ Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags!

package: long thin box with a red ribbon tied at the center
to: Teshima Junta
from: A Friend
note: no better gift than a mystery!

PROMPT: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA

[adamantine]

Nozomi/Nico (Love Live!)
no tags

Package: Small bag, covered in hearts
From: Nozomi
To: Nicochi♥︎
Note: Happy Valentine's Day, Nicochi!

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yuusuke, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags!

package: Discomfortingly shaped box with inordinately expensive shipping slapped on
to: Shingo
from: Yuusuke
note: This is the latest trend over here, it reminded me of you

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[hapaxlegomenon]

*cackles wildly @ this*

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[babster]

Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Nishinoya Yuu/Bokuto Koutarou, Haikyuu
no tags

package: two plastic bags bundled around something soft
to: noya
from: ryuu
note: do you think bokuto will like it?

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

[chromatic_coma]

So, weird question, but how do you feel about taxidermy owls?

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya & Sugimoto Terufumi, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags!

package: awkwardly wrapped plastic packages
to: Miki
from: Aya
note: listen I had to push sugimoto into helping me with this if you don't like it we'll go smack him around, alright?

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[krankran]

warnings: None
Words: 824
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Normally, Aya never paid attention to things like valentine's day or white day. Not just because she rejected every box she received, only because it all seemed a little pointless to give something back to someone you didn't even like.

Of course, it was a completely different matter when you had someone you did like. And different still when they liked you back.

-

Valentine's day fell, stupidly enough, on their six month anniversary. She wasn't a romantic or anything, but apparently sticking together for six months was a big deal (at least in high school anyway.) But the thought of giving Miki chocolate or cookies for such an important date felt a little cheap. Too typical and not really anything special; they'd been trading giri for years before they started dating.

It's then she realises that, apart from bikes, she didn't really know what kind of stuff Miki actually liked. She can't remember her talking about anything else as passionately, and to half ass a gift would be terrible.

Sticking with what she knew, getting her something bike related would be fine then, right?

The only problem being, of course, was that Aya admittedly knew nothing about the damn things.

-

The thought of asking someone from the bike club did cross her mind, but the Otaku was too jittery and probably knew less about bikes than she did, the redhead was too loud and asking Imaizumi seemed a little weird considering she was dating the equivalent of his sister.

She was so wrapped up in worrying about it, milling in front of the Bike club and wondering about asking Quiet-senpai or Tea-senpai, she hardly noticed Sugimoto sneaking up on her until he was right behind her.

She acted on reflex, delivering a swift blow to the gut before she realised who he was, and helped him up by ways of apology.

He brushed her off though, and asked brightly if she had decided what she was getting Kanzaki-san for valentine's day.

Her first thought that followed after she kicked him again was ’how did he know?!’ followed shortly by ’he knows about bikes, right?’

-

It didn't take a lot of convincing to rope Sugimoto into talking about bikes. He rattled on in that kind of condescending tone of his, walking a respectable distance away from her and leading her to god knows where.

She grasped onto words like 'carbon fibre frames’ and 'gear shifters’ but nothing really stuck at all. In fact, she was getting even more confused the longer he spoke.

Before long, they'd reached a bike store.

She wonders if he's messing with her, because Miki’s family owned a bike store of course, and she was quite close to decking him when he announced this particular store had some really nice cycling kits on sale.

...Kanzaki Cycle just sold bike parts, didn't it? She knew Miki liked to ride bikes just as much as she liked to build them, but she can't remember if the other even owned a proper Jersey.

(Embarrassingly, they'd never ridden that often together. Aya was useless on bikes and Miki was just too fast to keep up with.)

They step into the store, and again she's struck with the thought of ’how did Sugimoto know??’

-

Aya hated clothes shopping, and this was no exception.

She had no idea where to start, accidentally wandering over to the male jerseys before Sugimoto steered her to the other side of the store.

He blathered on about the differences in kits, about how women's ones tended to have a slightly winches waist and more material in the chest area and sometimes bust darts (she could have punched him for that particular comment), about how men's kits tended to be more barrel shaped. Which wouldn't have mattered if she was buying one, but Kanzaki-san would most definitely need a ladies kit.

She pushed him into a protein powder display for that particular comment, but marched off to the ladies section regardless.
-

In the end, she chose a simple looking kit in a darker shade of blue. Non branded, since neither she nor Sugimoto really knew who her favorite team was. While kits were usually expensive (she'd nearly had a heart attack when she read the pricetag), the one she selected was an older type, probably from a few seasons ago, Sugimoto reassured. So, even if she spent a little more than she expected on the gift, it wasn't as bad as she first thought. (And besides, Miki deserved the best, didn't she?)

-
Come valentine's day, Miki is surprised to see a lumpy, badly wrapped parcel shoved into her locker among the cards and chocolate.

listen I had to push sugimoto into helping me with this if you don't like it we'll go smack him around, alright?

Prompt: team sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi

[dystopiosphere]

sugawara koushi/oikawa tooru, haikyuu
Violence, NSFW

Package: briefcase with a slight ticking sound
From: Oikawa
To: Sugawara
Note: Die.

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T

[phantomwised]

Tags: violence
901 words
+++++
Koushi gives the guards a charming smile as he pushes through the Staff Only doors of the club, sliding his way back into the mass of dancing and drinking adults as easily as though he’s the only one on the floor. A few drunk (albeit not terribly unattractive) men try to make eye contact, but Koushi keeps his gaze fixed firmly through the bangs of his brown wig, throwing a bit of extra sway into his hips as he walks as a taunt.

The air outside is refreshingly cool compared to the musk and humidity of the crowded nightclub, but Koushi doesn’t stop to let himself appreciate it. By his watch, he has about three minutes left until one of the guards realizes that the associate Koushi had been ‘meeting with’ wasn’t leaving the room, and Koushi’d really rather not be around when they find the body.

“Done.” He presses a finger to the piece in his ear as he turns into an abandoned alleyway, sliding the wig off his head and shaking out his ashy hair, “Of course it was fast. Big guys like that take one look at a pair of pretty eyes and wet lips and practically trip over themselves to get me alone in a room with them. The target was dead before he got his dick out of his pants.”

Yaku mutters angrily on the other end of the mic about Koushi’s reputation for using seduction tactics to secure hit targets, and Koushi laughs.

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

Deeper into the alley is where he stashed his motorbike and civilian clothes, hidden beneath a tarp and obscured by a set of dumpsters. Changing quickly, Koushi peels out of the alley, already seeing the bouncers missing from the front doors of the club. Looks like they found their boss.

He circles the main roads of the town twice just in case anyone recognised him (they never do) before turning off to the sideroad that leads to the warehouse Koushi likes to call home base.

The building itself isn’t much, three storeys of battered metal framing and half-broken windows, but the upper loft was renovated for him to suit his need for... privacy, in his line of work.

He parks the bike in the warehouse before taking the walk-up to his loft. The proximity alarm hasn’t been triggered this time, so at least no more delinquents had been around smashing any more of his windows. As much as it helped the building blend in with the dismal state of the ones around it, Koushi really didn’t appreciate the draft that came in at night.

“Ahh, what a long day,” he sighs as he slides the loft door shut behind him. Three hits in forty-eight hours and not a wink of sleep in that time. He supposes he should have seen it coming after he blew the hit on the Date Kogyo syndicate’s secretary earlier in the week; Yaku is ruthless when it came to failure from the contractors he handles.

Besides, he grins as he stretches his shoulders, the nightclub his last target ran was under the protection of the Seijou crime family.

“Speak of the devil, that was quick!” Koushi sings as his eyes catch sight of a black leather briefcase that most certainly hadn’t been sitting on his living room table when he left, “And he even remembered to reset the alarm system this time. I’m getting goosebumps!”

Picking it up giddily, Koushi finds a handwritten note hidden underneath the case, but he leaves it for later, examining the gift he was left this time.

The case itself is smooth black leather, imported from Europe no doubt, with silver locks and a silver combination lock, and—Koushi leans closer to press his ear to the case—is that ticking he detects? Oh, Oikawa is nothing if not a romantic.

Setting the briefcase back on the table Koushi picks up the note, written in Oikawa’s slanted, impeccable penmanship

Dear Sugawara,
Die.
Love,
Oikawa Tooru

The ticking of the briefcase bomb is interrupted by a shrill beep to signal the final count and Koushi lets out a laugh, tucking the note in his pocket as he sprints toward the tall window of his third-floor home, shielding his head with his arms as he crashes through the glass with a loud “Whoop!” as the walls of his loft explode outward with the force of the blast.

Feeling glass and metal shrapnel nicking his skin, Koushi twists himself midair to grab the fire escape of the building as he falls, looking up to see flames licking out the broken walls of his loft. He can’t help the exhilaration he feels at the adrenaline and the wet feeling of blood running down his cheek. He lets himself fall the final storey to the ground, landing softly on the asphalt.

Oikawa’s car idles down the street, too flashy and too obvious for any attempt at being subtle, and the man himself bares a toothy smile at Koushi as he waves a remote detonator out the window.

“My place then, Mr. Refreshing?” He calls, shifting the engine and tearing off down the dark road.

Koushi’s own grin is just as dangerous, and he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush to get his bike out of the burning warehouse.

He loves it when their foreplay gets rough.

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[elucidatedlucy]

Manami Sangaku & Teshima Junta & Toudou Jinpachi, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags

package: flowery post card
to: MY PROTEGE
from: THE WONDROUS THRICE BLESSED KING OF MOUNTAIN (accompanied by beautiful calligraphy, Toudou Jinpachi)
note: I met that cyclist you raced while on vacation!

wow i gave up on myself quickly this round

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[krankran]

warnings:none

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[chromatic_coma]

Bokuto Koutarou/Ryuugazaki Rei; haikyuu!! & free!
no tags!

Package: nondescript thin box with a gold ribbon tied into a pretty bow
From: Ryuugazaki Rei
To: Bokuto Koutarou
Note: Happy Anniversary, Bokuto.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[chiharu]

Hanamaki/Matsukawa; haikyuu

Package: Edible arrangements
From: Hanamaki Takahiro
To: Matsukawa Issei
Note: I'M SORRY THE C**DO*S WEREN'T FLAVORED, BUT YOU CAN EAT THESE ;)

FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T

[kitaiichis]

major content tags: references to sex; awful attempts at innuendo

i'm just, going to.... drop this here and leave, lmao.


services i can provide
858 words, AO3


Ignoring the plate Hanamaki holds between them, Matsukawa stares straight at Hanamaki and waits. It doesn’t take long for Hanamaki to start squirming; Matsukawa’s gotten pretty good at recognising the signs which, if you know what to look for, are an almost dead giveaway whenever Hanamaki feels he’s in the wrong. Whether or not he actually is in the wrong is irrelevant — calling him out on his cover-ups is one of Matsukawa’s lesser known joys in life.

Hanamaki’s smile widens, tipping over the edge from Casual, Clueless and instead cracking into Let me fall into the void now.

So it begins.

“So, what’s this?” Matsukawa asks. “An apology?”

There’s a pause, which itself isn’t an awkward thing but there’s no denying Hanamaki’s pause now is very, very awkward.

“…Well.”

“Well?”

Hanamaki drawls the words out, but he’s rambling. “I mean, I was actually going for a bribe, but. You know what, Mattsun? I’m nothing if not adaptable, so. Yes. Consider this an apology.”

Matsukawa raises an eyebrow. He might also be smiling slightly; he can’t be sure, because whatever his face is doing just amps up Hanamaki’s face, currently a portrait of internal anguish.

“Is it, now,” Matsukawa says. It’s supposed to be a question, though Matsukawa admits it doesn’t sound like one. Thankfully, Hanamaki’s also rather good at following other people’s prompts.

“Yes. My utmost, sincerest apologies. If you’d accept them…” Hanamaki nudges the plate in his hands closer to Matsukawa. Now, Matsukawa’s arms aren’t crossed, but nevertheless he lets the plate bump into his chest anyway.

Which is all well and good, dramatic effect and whatnot, until Matsukawa feels something soft and squishy and decidedly unplate-like roll into his chest and stay there. Matsukawa breathes in. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, he breathes out and looks down at the plate.

Across from him, Hanamaki does the same, sans the breathing back out part. Hanamaki probably hasn’t exhaled properly in the last three minutes.

Both their eyes inevitably fall towards the plate of — admittedly rather crudely shaped — creampuffs resting between them. Then, because there’s really no avoiding it, towards the creamy stain now on Matsukawa’s shirt, courtesy of a high-rolling creampuff into his chest.

“My utmost, sincerest apologies,” Hanamaki repeats solemnly.

“Creampuffs are your favourite food,” Matsukawa says back.

Wisely, Hanamaki doesn’t give a reply. He manages to hold his silence for almost half of a whole minute.

“In my defence,” he starts, “that —,” gesturing at Matsukawa’s shirt stain, “— was actually beyond my control.”

“Alright,” Matsukawa agrees. Then: “Still doesn’t explain why you have them at all, though.”

And here lies the heart of the matter. So naturally, Hanamaki does his damnedest to avoid it: carefully setting the plate at Matsukawa’s feet, he dips into a shallow bob that might be an apologetic bow, before whipping back up and turning to make a run for it. Matsukawa doesn’t let him, stepping over the creampuffs to trap Hanamaki where he is, arms settled around Hanamaki’s loosely middle. Hanamaki swears. It’s a mildly threatening position to hold someone in, so Matsukawa compromises and lets his chin rest along Hanamaki’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Taka, it’s comin’ out eventually. What’s the apology for?”

Hanamaki finally reaches his threshold for awkwardness.

“… eat them.”

Matsukawa blinks. “Didn’t quite catch that.”

Hanamaki closes his eyes. He neither opens them again or twist his head in Matsukawa’s direction.

“I didn’t think you’d eat them,” he says again, clearer this time.

“Then why’d you make them?”

“No,” Hanamaki insists, “not the, the — creampuffs. The condoms.”

There’s silence, but Hanamaki’s warmed up to his topic in full now, because his eyes snap open and he whirls on Matsukawa, distressed and just a little manic. “Why would you try to eat them, Mattsun, that’s latex and unsexy, and, and…” Hanamaki’s voice drops into a whisper. He — probably — doesn’t mean to create dramatic effect by doing so, but he does. Matsukawa’s face is deliberately neutral.

“They weren’t even flavoured,” Hanamaki accuses, like this is the worst of Matsukawa’s condom-consuming offences.

Matsukawa primly replies, “Well, not like anybody told me that beforehand.”

Hanamaki rolls his eyes.

“Mattsun — Issei. Issei, look. I’m sorry, but that was super awkward, and I’m sorry, and can we just. Eat some creampuffs and never discuss this again?”

“Oh, so now you want me to eat something.”

Hanamaki shoots him a Look. “It’s like you’re trying to kill a boner that isn’t even there.”

“Foresight —” Matsukawa’s not laughing, he isn’t, “— is the most effective form of prevention.”

Ducking out from his arms, Hanamaki goes back for his creampuffs. “No, you’re right, I’d much rather toss these at your face.”

Matsukawa pauses for a second, then says, “If that makes you feel better. I could probably think of other things you could toss instead, though.”

“Probably?”

Matsukawa looks at Hanamaki significantly. It’s not very effective, though, because he’s still laughing pretty hard. But that’s fine, because Hanamaki’s laughing, too.

“What, you want all the details? Because that is a service I can most definitely provide…”

Hanamaki’s wheezing too hard to reply, but that’s alright. Matsukawa’s more than happy to read between the lines.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[mother_herbivore]

Makishima Yusuke/Kinjou Shingo, yowapeda
tags: potential nsfw (winks)

package: discreet box
to: Makishima
from: Kinjou
note: Something to keep you company while you're away.

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, M

[catlarks]

cosplay fill, 4 images, plus 218 words
tags: implied sexual content, fake dicks

I'm posting this one before I wuss out and choose instead to salvage what might be left of my dignity. I'm sorry, sweet darling daughter-kouhai. I did this for you. (crosses my fingers that everyone who's not Lucky just keeps scrolling)

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Preview:



(and the rest over here...)

Prompt: Team Abe Takaya/Mihashi Ren

[onceakoala]

Izumi Kousuke/Mizutani Fumiki, oofuri
no tags

Package: medium sized, wrapped in smooth brown paper with twine and an off-center bow, very simple but artistic packaging
From: Izumi
To: Mizutani
Note: I think you'll be able to find a good use for this ;)

PROMPT: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[parasolghost]

Furuya Satoru/Kominato Haruichi/Sawamura Eijun, Daiya no Ace

Package: Medium-sized, crudely wrapped together with wrinkled paper
From: Furuya and Eijun
To: Haruichi
Note: WE FINALLY FOUND IT!

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[chiharu]

Arakita/SHinaki Ywpd

Package: Cat Carrier
From: Shinkai
To: Arakita
Note: They remind me of you, Yasutomo

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[kiyala]

no tags
word count: 515

They tell him that he can't fill the space left in his heart, that he can't find new things to occupy all the gaps that have been left cold and empty, but that doesn't stop Hayato from trying.

It's been months since Yasutomo has left and all the promises to stay in touch don't mean a thing with the distance between them feeling like a yawning chasm. It's quieter in Hayato's life, duller, and he misses the warm touch and easy affection of someone that he loves.

He takes the first two kittens in because they remind him of Yasutomo so much that his heart aches with it. The same narrowed eyes, the same tendency to shy away from affection when he's willing to give it, but then seek it later, silent but without hesitation. He lets them curl up with him on the couch and it doesn't feel quiet as lonely any more. They purr softly, reassuringly, rubbing their faces against his like they've claimed him as much as he's claimed them.

It's a nice feeling. He takes photos, sends them to Yasutomo, with a long winding recount of how he found the two of them and immediately realised that they're smaller, softer versions of the real thing, on the other side of the computer screen, so far away that Hayato tries not to think about it because it only makes him feel lonelier.

He takes photos of himself with the two of them, spread out in the double bed, grateful that he no longer has to sleep in it alone. He finds one of Yasutomo's ties among his own clothes and ties it around one of their necks, sending off a photo of that, too.

Two kittens eventually turns into three, then four, and the apartment feels lively again. It's no longer as quiet as it used to be, even if the kittens sometimes choose to stay to themselves. That's no different to Yasutomo either, Hayato thinks with a sad smile. His heart aches again.

The weeks turn into months, and Hayato lifts his head from his pillow one afternoon, when he hears the front door opening. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, only to be greeted with:

"Hayato, what the fuck."

His breath catches in his throat and he gets to his feet, walking out into the lounge room. Yasutomo is there, his black suit jacket already covered in at least two different kinds of cat hair.

"Yasutomo," he greets, with a warm smile.

"I was away on a business trip for two months," Yasutomo says, and indicates the couch, which has been claimed by kittens, now numbering six. "What the hell."

"I missed you," Hayato explains with a smile.

"That's not an explanation," Yasutomo sighs, but crosses the room, pulling Hayato into a kiss. "I think I have cat hair in my mouth."

"They reminded me of you," Hayato murmurs against Yasutomo's lips.

"Yeah," Yasutomo rests their foreheads together. "You told me. I clearly can't leave you on your own, ever again."

Hayato grins. "Better not risk it."

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[putsch]

makoto/haru/nagisa ; free

package: two same size rectangle boxes and standard envelopes
to: makoto and haru
from: nagisa
note: SO REMEMBER THAT EVENT I WAS TALKING ABOUT...

PROMPT: TEAM KANZAKI MIKI/TACHIBANA AYA

[princesssid]

Makishima Yusuke & Onoda Sakamichi, Yowamushi Pedal

no tags

package: DVD-shaped, wrapped in Love Hime wrapping paper
to: Makishima-san
from: Onoda
note: Safe travels, and I hope you enjoy London!

Prompt: team sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi

[dystopiosphere]

hazuki nagisa/ryugazaki rei, free
No tags

Present: panicked small body squirming in a jersey
To: Rei
From: Nagisa
Note: pleaseeeeeee can we keeeeeep her?

FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, G

[ricegodess]

no tags

Prompt: Team Abe Takaya/Mihashi Ren

[onceakoala]

Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, haikyuu!!
no tags

Package: large, battered cardboard box, all the labels have been scribbled out by sharpie, with a note taped haphazardly to the top
From: Noya
To: Ryuu
Note: I'M SO SORRY RYUU I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO??? DON'T HATE ME PLS

Fill: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[putsch]

witch/magic au, mention of hexes on animals
word count: 773
this prob isn't what you were angling for but here i am anyway???


The worrying part isn't the box. It's not even what's inside the box. It's the fact he can't find Yuu anywhere.

Tanaka sits on his broom, staring down at the farmland as he chews on his lower lip, fingers tapping at the solid oak. Yuu is always so bright and loud and exuberant that he's never hard to find, especially not for him. They've attracted each other like magnets since they first met under Suga's tutelage all those years ago, sharing tips and tricks for every spell, recipe, flight maneuver he can think of. They've mastered and learned them together, so Tanaka should know where the hell his best friend, his boyfriend is hiding.

It stings a little to think that there's a good hiding spot out there that Yuu hasn't shared with him, that he keeps all to himself. Not that there's anything wrong with that, everyone needs their alone time sometimes. But still. This is a dire moment, and Tanaka doesn't want Yuu to keep worrying.

(He's sure Yuu is, after all. You don't need to be a witch to feel the sheer level of nervousness and fear left behind in such scrawled black lettering.)

With a weary sigh, Tanaka can only think of one other place to go.



Daichi's built his cabin in twisted roots and the magically manipulated section of cave, a fitting sanctuary for a witch older and wiser than Tanaka may ever be. It's well out of the way, and Tanaka touches down lightly in the grass as not to disturb Asahi's herbs or Suga's nightshades.

The door opens for him before he even knocks, and Tanaka ducks inside, following the directions of the vines to Daichi's kitchen. The room smells of jasmine and honey and something else very familiar, and he isn't at all surprised to see that Suga and Asahi are with him for late night tea.

"Tanaka, do you want a cup?" Suga asks brightly, holding up his mug.

"I'll pass." Tanaka shakes his head, and given the expectant look Daichi gives him, he better cut to the chase. "I'm looking for Yuu."

"Ah, is he still missing?" Daichi chuckles, but Tanaka is more interested at the way Asahi seems to be skirting back, the flowers stuffed in his bun closing up.

"Um, yeah, you guys don't know where he is do you?"

"Nope!" Suga answers, a little too quick, and Tanaka's eyes narrow.

"Suga-san..."

"It's true." Daichi adds, giving an odd grin, "It's not like he'd be hiding around here or anything without us knowing, considering that my magic would cover anything he's doing."

Suga and Asahi both shoot him a Look(tm), which means Yuu probably asked him to keep it a secret. Tanaka couldn't be more grateful for Daichi on his side this time.

"Ah, gotcha. Not here. Sure. Totally. Thanks then!"

He's out the door before any of the three can stop him.



It takes some work, a little disobeying the vines, and a bit of his own green magic to lead him to the old bedroom that the two of them stayed at when they would come to Daichi's for extra lessons in the earth and stone that Suga couldn't cover.

That's where he finds Yuu.

"Hey Su-- Ryuu!?"

"There you are!! Gods, you scared me shitless for a while there!" Tanaka rushes in and scoops Yuu in a hug, "Jeez man, next time you run off, at least leave some hints."

The magic of the hug doesn't last, and Yuu's pulling away with panic in his eyes. "But I thought you'd be so mad, oh man, I didn't mean to mess little Shiro up like that, oh my god--"

"Yuu. Breath." Tanaka grabs his shoulders firmly, looking into his eyes. "Shiro's fine. I mean, his fur's all blue and he's totally cold now, but other than that, he's the same old mouse he ever was."

Yuu sniffs, looking seriously at Tanaka. "...Really? I mean, I kinda thought I uh. Killed him."

"Nah man, little guy's sturdy enough to take a few stray charms!"

All the tension falls out of Yuu's shoulders with a sigh of relief, and Tanaka can't resist to steal a kiss on his nose - which Yuu returns with a soft kiss on the mouth.

"Sorry about scaring you."

"No worries." Tanaka rests his forehead against his, and weariness starts to crawl it's way back up into his bones.

Yuu knows, somehow, like he always does, and pulls him down to the small bed. "C'mon, as long as you don't hate me, share a bed with me?"

Tanaka grins, face pressed to Yuu's slender chest.

"Always."