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.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Comments

PROMPT: Team Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

[saffroncity]

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei haikyuu!!
no tags

Package: a large brightly coloured box
To: mattsun
From: the luv of ur life
Note: do not open this in front of: family members, bosses, friends basically anyone whose opinion of you, u do not want to ruin. i repeat...do NOT

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[kiwiaste]

the only tag is: bad memes
(because box full of adult toys would be too obvious right; also mattsun has no shame nor opinion to uphold)

PROMPT: Team Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei

[saffroncity]

Bokuto Kentarou/&Kuroo Tetsurou haikyuu!!
no tags

Package: a squashy package
To: Kuroo
From: Bokuto
Note: saw this and thought of u....PLS SEND ME PICS

FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[hapaxlegomenon]

Word count: 513
Crudeness (because… BoKuro…) but nothing explicit

saw this and thought of u....PLS SEND ME PICS

Kuroo grinned at the note and tore into the package with relish. He laughed out loud when the gift tumbled into his lap -- a pair of pyjamas, alarmingly red, decorated with black cartoon cats in a variety of saucy positions. They were flannel, starched and stiff, and the blazer-style shirt had little black cats heads for buttons, because of course it would. Kuroo loved it immediately and he slipped it on over his t-shirt.

[Kuroo ♡ ♡ ]
[1:34 p.m.]
Bo, these are hilarious

[Dumb Owl]
[1:35 p.m.]
U GOT MY PACKAGEe?!!!?!1

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[1:35 p.m.]
you know it

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[1:35 p.m.]
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[Dumb Owl]
[1.35 p.m.]
LOLOLOLOL

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[1:36 p.m.]
Where did you get these

[Dumb Owl]
[1:36 p.m.]
bro internet duh

[Dumb Owl]
[1:36 p.m.]
SEND APIC!!!

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[1:37 p.m.]
[1 file(s) attached]

[Dumb Owl]
[1:37 p.m.]
OMG

[Dumb Owl]
[1:37 p.m.]
NICE DICKFACE

[Dumb Owl]
[1:37 p.m.]
*****DUCKFACE FKUC

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[1:37 p.m.]
oh my god bokuto

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[1:37 p.m.]
you want dickface huh?
[1 file(s) attached]

[Dumb Owl]
[1:38 p.m.]
Well hello there

[Dumb Owl]
[1:38 p.m.]
that certianly is the face u make when u touch a dick

Kuroo grinned fondly at his phone, then turned his attention back to the pyjamas. His intention was to take a closer look at the various poses the cats were printed in -- he had already seen one giving the finger, which was hilarious -- but something caught his eye.
“No fuckin’ way,” he muttered to himself.

[Incoming call: Kuroo ♡ ♡]

”Yo yo my bro!”

“Bokuto,” Kuroo said into the phone, in the most serious voice he could muster up while wearing a grin that stretched so wide it made his cheeks hurt. “Are these… footie pyjamas?”

Bokuto’s cackle was answer enough. “Aren’t they dope? I was so excited when I saw them.”

“How did you even find these?”

“I told you, internet!”

“Yeah, but like… how…”

Bokuto laughed again. “So you like ‘em?”

Kuroo nodded, even though Bokuto couldn’t see him. “Yeah, they’re awesome. I love them, Bo.”

“Good. ‘Cause I got a matching pair for me, too. Only get this -- they’re yellow and have great horned owls!”

“Dude. Send a pic.”

“Okay! Hold on, lemme go get changed into them.”

“Send a pic of that, too.”

Another laugh.

[Dumb Owl]
[2:02 p.m.]
[2 file(s) attached]

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[2:03 p.m.]
nice

[Dumb Owl Pyjamas]
[2:03 p.m.]
lol which one

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[2:03 p.m.]
both obviously

[Dumb Owl Pyjamas]
[2:03 p.m.]
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[2:03 p.m.]
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[Dumb Owl Pyjamas]
[2:03 p.m.]
<3

[Kuroo ♡ ♡]
[2:03 p.m.]
<3

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[stariceling]

Aoyagi Hajime & Tadokoro Jin & Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags

package: large pastry box
to: Teshima and Aoyagi
from: Tadokoro Jin
note: To keep your strength up!

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Kuramochi Youchi/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no Ace
no tags

package: a tarot card pack
from: Miyuki
to: Kuramochi
note: they say don't gamble with fates, but there's nothing against reading them

Re: Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[kazuyas]

serena this is...... so good........

saves quietly

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[veccyboo]

Kominato Ryousuke/Miyuki Kazuya, [Daiya no ace]
Sexual content, nsfw (wink, wink)

Package: A medium sized rectangle box with a small pink bow neatly tied around it.
From: Ryousuke
To: Miyuki
Note: I knew you were kinky, but I didn't know your favorite color was pink ♥

PROMPT: TEAM ALDINI TAKUMI/YUKIHIRA SOUMA

[intricacies]

azumane asahi/sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi, haikyuu!!
no tags except aged up charas maybe? single dad au galore

package: a plastic bag with a stuffed animal and a picture book inside
to: azumane asahi
from: sugawara koushi
note: the stuffed animal was left at our place by accident. the picture book is a present from me and daichi, though. come over again, you oaf. we'll be waiting for you both.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ALDINI TAKUMI/YUKIHIRA SOUMA

[kazuyas]

my heart just did a little wibbly thing

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Fuji Shuusuke &/ Fuji Yuuta, The Prince of Tennis
incest if you're going the / route, otherwise, no tags

Package: A strangely-shaped box, covered in adorable kitten wrapping paper and tied with a bow.
To: Yuuta
From: Your adoring older brother
Note: Happy birthday. ^_^

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[winterstuck]

no tags

i forgot the bow, sorry

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Echizen Ryoma/Tezuka Kunimitsu, The Prince of Tennis
no tags

Package: something flat and soft, folded neatly in a paper bag
To: Echizen
From: Tezuka
Note: I believe this is yours. Please don't be careless.

Re: PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[nobetterpicture]

NOOOOOOOOO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I WANT TO FILL THIS

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Echizen Ryoma/Tezuka Kunimitsu, The Prince of Tennis
no tags

Package: a small cardboard box, postmarked via airmail
To: Captain
From: Ryoma
Note: Thanks.

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Kaidou Kaoru &/ Tezuka Kunimitsu, The Prince of Tennis
no tags

Package: a glasses case
To: Kaidou
From: Tezuka
Note: When the world is in trouble, use these.

(Inspired by this, but feel free to take it in whatever direction you want.)

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[blueminuet]

Tags: superpowers, spiders? (kinda), my face

(Just putting the main pic here and then the rest of the fill is linked below. Sry for my face.)




[ See the rest here. ]

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Fuji Shuusuke/Kawamura Takashi, The Prince of Tennis
no tags

Package: a small envelope
To: Taka-san
From: Fuji Shuusuke
Note: I thought these ones turned out especially well.

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Fuji Shuusuke/Kawamura Takashi, The Prince of Tennis
no tags

Package: a plastic bag from the pharmacy
To: Taka-san
From: Fuji Shuusuke
Note: Consider this an apology for earlier. Please take care.

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Tags: trans character, minor injuries, implied sexual content
Word Count: 538


The first thing Taka had realized, upon sitting down on the edge of his bathtub and unpeeling the wrapper of the plastic adhesive bandages, was the it was really hard to dress wounds on the back of his thighs. No matter which way he turned, he couldn’t quite see where the miniscule puncture wounds were, and half the time he tried to contort himself, he felt himself going off-kilter. He tried once more, pulling up on his leg at the knee, but overcompensated when he felt himself starting to tilt too far backwards into the bathtub.

He yelped before a steadying hand grabbed his shoulder. He looked up, smiling at Fuji, who smiled back down at him in return.

“See? Aren’t you glad I convinced you to stick around?” Taka asked.

Fuji knelt down, and uncapped the antiseptic ointment she had gone to get. Taka hissed slightly as she dotted the cold gel on his thigh, but soon it started to soothe the sting of his wounds.

“I think you’re more happy with the result,” Fuji said, still smiling. “I think you’re proud of yourself for your bargaining skills.”

Taka laughed. “Well, you were just going to leave that bag on my doorstep, as if I wanted nothing to do with you.”

Fuji hummed consideringly at that. She grabbed the plastic bandage from his hand and spread it out over one of the larger scratches. “No one would really blame you if you didn’t,” Fuji said. She nodded to his thighs. “After all…”

Taka sighed. “Fujiko-chan…”

Fuji blinked up at him and he smiled at her momentary confusion. She was normally so gathered, keeping her emotions just enough in check.

Taka felt glad to not be the only one a little off-kilter.

“What do I have to do to convince you that I really don’t mind?” he asked.

Fuji paused, before pushing herself up onto her knees. The new position put their faces closer together, with her torso in between his thighs. He wrapped his legs around her gently, pulling her closer.

“Tell me what you’d like to do,” Fuji said.

“What do you mean?”

Fuji placed a hand on the top of each of his thighs, rubbing gently. “I mean… I put you through something I wanted.”

“You make it sound so sinister,” Taka teased.

“So, tell me something you’d like to do.”

“I guess you’re not going to take no for an answer this time, are you?”

Fuji shook her head.

Taka rested his arms around her shoulders. “Like I said, the skirt was nice.”

“What if you picked one out for me?” Fuji said. “We could go shopping and you could make me try on anything you like.”

Taka flushed. “Out… out in public like that?”

Fuji smiled. “Ashamed to be seen with me?”

“No!” Taka said quickly. “I just… I mean, it’s kind of… um… I mean, me dressing you up and…”

“I didn’t say you have to come into the dressing room with me,” Fuji said. She leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his when she spoke. “Unless you want to.”

Taka was sure his face was on fire. “Well… Oh… I-I don’t…”

Fuji kissed him, putting an end to his stuttering.

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Midousuji Akira/Onoda Sakamichi, Yowamushi Pedal
no tags

Package: a small, lightweight box that rattles when shaken
To: Midousuji-kun
From: Onoda Sakamichi (from Interhigh)
Note: I really enjoyed cycling with you! I hope you can come back to Kantou soon so that we can cycle and talk more about Royal Force. You don't already have this one, do you?

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Fuji Shuusuke &/ Fuji Yuuta, The Prince of Tennis
incest if you're going the / route, otherwise, no tags

Package: a medium-sized box that has been opened and then messily taped back shut
To: Bro
From: Yuuta
Note: What the fuck?

PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[caeslin]

Echizen Ryoma/Kaidou Kaoru, The Prince of Tennis
no tags

Package: a nondescript, neatly-folded paper bag, with something lightweight inside
To: Echizen
From: [field left blank]
Note: For your cat.

Re: PROMPT: Team Tennis no Ouji-sama

[prillalar]

oh my god, my heart

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Sawamura Daichi/Kuroo Tetsurou Haikyuu!!
no tags.

Package: A box of chocolates
To: Sawamura
From: Kuroo
Note: [clearly in Bokuto's not Kuroo's handwriting] "i hope u like sweets ;)"

FILL: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[dokuhan]

no tags

word count: 665

Sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted.

Tetsurou swore he was going to kill Bokuto. He wasn’t sure when exactly, or how he was going to do it, but it was definitely going to happen sometime in the near future. He’d already almost strangled him when he told Tetsurou just exactly what he had done, he just got very, very lucky that he was too mortified to do anything but sink to the ground and hyperventilate. Either way, Bokuto Koutarou was living on borrowed time.

“Dude!” he exclaimed, looking just a little deflated, “I’m sorry! I really thought I was helping, I just thought you needed a little push in the right direction is all. I figured I could just...yeah.”

“This isn’t helping! Oh my god, Bo, I don’t even know if Sawamura likes guys,” he ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head, “This isn’t happening, please tell me it’s just a bad dream.”

“Kuroo, relax. We don’t even know if he got it in the mail yet, it could have even been sent back. It’s going to be fine”

“You sent him a box of candy with my name and phone number, this is not going to be okay.”

Sure he’d had a massive crush on Sawamura since the Golden Week training camp, but he was fine to just kind of let it fester and let it go. Once Bokuto had caught wind of it during the summer training camps, though, it seemed like he was on a mission to get the two of them together. Bokuto was his best friend and he loved him to death, but he really needed to learn to butt out. Now he was probably going to have a heart attack every time his phone buzzed with an email.

Bokuto put a hand on his shoulder, “Trust me.”

“Fuck off, Bokuto.”

--

Sure enough, he got an email in the middle of class the very next day. It filled Tetsurou with anxiety and he couldn’t even bother to look at it until he was on his way home from practice.

can we talk?
- Sawamura

He gagged a little bit in his mouth. So this was it. This was how he died. Rest in Peace, Kuroo Tetsurou, you lived a good life.

When Sawamura answered the phone, he had to resist the urge to hang up right away.

“Hey, uh...it’s Kuroo,” he managed to choke out, “I, um, guess you got Bokuto’s little gift.”

“Yeah, I did…” there was some shuffling on the other end of the phone, and Tetsurou vaguely wondered what he was doing, “Look, I…”

“It was dumb, Bokuto really should have minded his own business. I really try not to bother people with my feelings, but once he gets the idea in his head,” he shrugged, “I try not to flirt with straight guys.”

“What? No, wait. That’s not…” Sawamura sighed over the phone, “I’m not straight.”

His jaw dropped, “O-oh...really?”

“Yeah, I’m...I’m just not, well, you know…”

“Out?”

“No, not that. What I mean is…we don’t know each other very well. We don’t talk much outside of training camps. I don’t even think we emailed much.”

Tetsurou deflated at that, “Yeah...I know.”

“Plus, we live in two different prefectures and I just, uh...don’t know how it would work out.”

“Yeah...yeah, I get you,” his voice croaked, “Sorry for bothering you. Don’t worry about it.”

“Hold on, I don’t mean it that way just,” he sighed again, this time a little more frustrated, “can we take it slow? Like, maybe try to be friends first?”

“I don’t need pity.”

“It’s not pity! It’s not, I just want us to get to know each other better, so...maybe we can start there?” He sounded genuine, maybe just a little shy about it. Something about it was kind of endearing.

He was lucky Tetsurou was a bit of a softie, “Alright, we can give it a shot.”

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Kitamura Kou&/Tsukishima Wakaba Cross Game
character death?

Package: A ring
To: Wakaba
From: Kou
Note: "Happy 20th birthday."

Re: PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[psiten]

/quietly dies

I wish I were in a better position to fill this....

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Aoyagi Hajime/&Kaburagi Issa Yowamushi Pedal
no tags

Package: A bottle of new Orange Beena flavor, left near the vending machine
To: GOD OF ORANGE BEENA-SAMA!!
From: KABURAGI!!
Note: "THIS NEW FLAVOR IS RLY GOOD AS EXPECTED FRM GOD!!!"

Re: PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[caeslin]

Oh yay, I was hoping someone would make a God of Orange Beena prompt! This is adorable. :D

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOTAROU/KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU

[makichansenpai]

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou Haikyuu!!
no tags

Package: confetti that pops out of a can
To: Kuroo & Bokuto
From: Akaashi
Note: CAN you please stop? P.S: get rekt

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOTAROU/KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU

[makichansenpai]

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou Haikyuu!!
no tags

Package: red miniature hair brush in an expensive looking ring bag
To: Kuroo
From: Kenma
Note: it's not what you think it is

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Daishou Suguru&/Kuroo Tetsurou Haikyuu!!
no tags.

Package: A small, neatly-wrapped box with hair gel inside.
To: Untamed bedhead
From: Daishou Suguru
Note: "These were on sale, I figured you need this more than I do."

PROMPT: Team Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou

[soup]

Daishou Suguru/Mika-chan Haikyuu!!
no tags.

Package: A lunchbox and a bottle of sports drink, left by the gym door
To: Suguru
From: Mika
Note: "I didn't want to interrupt you. Do your best! (๑˃ ᴗ˂ )و "

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, Free
no tags

package: luggage bag
from: Rin
to: Nanase
note: I'll trip and fall over the world first, but come join me later, and we'll slip together

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[underscored]

no tags
478 words

Rin glanced impatiently at the TV screen, eyes trained on the status of the 11:45 am flight. The word “Landed” jumped out at him where it hadn’t been before, a happy highlighter green that screamed yes, all systems were a go, the race had begun, and he was going to win the contest to steal Haru’s heart.

Not that it was much of a competition. At least, not any more. He’d long since discarded his envy of Makoto and their other friends, enough that he was more than content to live all the way in Australia and not worry that they’d slip away. Besides, Makoto had confirmed his disinterest in Haru in a romantic way the night before Rin had left, taking him aside and smiling at him with the gentlest, definitely-not-murderous glint in his eyes, “So tell me, what are you planning to do?”

With that seal of approval had come swift action. Rin had taken the flight to Sydney, as planned. Though with it he’d made sure to stay in close contact—not just with Haru, but this time with all the other friends he’d left behind. Frequent LINE messages, Skype calls, and, for Haru, packages sent all the way from Australia, stuffed to the brim with protein bars, stuffed animals, and other small amusements. Haru had responded in kind with packages of his own. Though it wasn’t enough. Rin had never been a patient person, and he wanted this to go faster. So he’d gone out shopping for a luggage bag one day, telling them that no, he didn’t want to take it back, but he’d like to utilize their international delivery service and enclose a gift tag:

I'll trip and fall over the world first, but come join me later, and we'll slip together.

Pretty romantic, even if he said so himself. Haru had called him a few days later to announce his flight dates, and Rin had played it cool, hah, will you be able to get past security without me to speak English for you, and of course I’ll come and pick you up. Never mind that he’d been sweating with nervousness, heart fluttering with panic as Haru hung up. He’d be seeing Haru again.

He’d be seeing Haru any time now.

Rin got up from his seat, walking towards the baggage claim area. Suitcases were already starting to spill out of the chute; he quickly recognized the maroon one he’d picked out for Haru and picked it up. He shifted from side to side.

Should he have brought flowers? Should he have sent some other sign?

A mop of dark hair surfaced from the other side of the room, and Rin perked up. It was too late for that now—but not too late to show Haru his real feelings. He practically ran towards Haru, showing him his brightest smile.

“Welcome.”

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no Ace
no tags

package: a musical box with a hidden compartment
from: Miyuki
to: Chris-senpai
note: we don't always hear each other, but that's fine, we have this

FILL: team tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke, g

[miaoujones]

tags: none
word count: ~460

_________________

chris rolls onto his other side but that doesn't do it, he still can't sleep. with a sigh he yields to insomnia, sits up, and looks out the window. he feels like he's searching the night sky but he doesn't know what he thinks he'll find, doesn't even know what he's looking for.

well, that's only partly true. but no matter how much he looks for miyuki, chris isn't going to find him in the stars.

another sigh, softer this time, slower. chris gets out of bed and pads across the floor to the shelf on the other side of the room. he could easily keep the music box on the nightstand right next to the bed, within easy reach—but there's something about having to get up for it that makes having the music box in his hands feel more satisfying.

he stands in the middle of the room and winds the key, gazing out the window again as vivaldi's concerto no. 2 in g minor—summer—pours into the room.

the languor of heat swirls around chris, contradictorily invigorating him. he gazes out the window but this time not at the stars: he gazes out into the world. "miyuki." he knows miyuki can't hear him because miyuki isn't here...

even if he were here, there's a chance miyuki wouldn't hear him.

sometimes chris wonders if it was always like that. if they had always failed to talk, failed to listen to each another. if they had not only found but discovered one another through other means, other senses: sight, signal, touch.

he misses miyuki's touch. he could always sleep with miyuki beside him.

he's lost track of time, standing in the middle of the room, in the middle of real sounds and imaginary touches; he's lost track of time and he realizes it as the last notes of summer drift out the cracked open window, fading into the night.

chris looks down to watch his fingers moving over the polished surface of the music box. he knows where they're going and he doesn't try to stop them. he watches his fingertips disappear over the edge, to the latch that opens the hidden compartment. he hasn't done this for a while and he holds his breath, as if there's a chance the compartment will open empty—

the compartment slides open and miyuki looks up at him; he looks up at himself from the photograph, his arm draped over miyuki's shoulders, both of them grinning like...

chris doesn't know. grinning like it had been a good day. and it had been.

and it would be again, someday. chris has to believe that.

he closes the music box and cradles it in his hands. looks out the window, out towards the horizon, and at the better day that lies just on the other side.

Prompt: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu

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Oikawa Tooru/Nishinoya Yuu

Tags: Swearing

Package: One of those glitter box pranks but Oikawa doesn't know.
To: Oikawa Tooru
From: Nishinoya Yuu
Note: Fuck you.