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 MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[starrwinter]

Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, Daiya no Ace
No specific tags, but violence and/or sexual content welcome


Package: Delivered Fedex box
To: Sawamura
From: Miyuki
Note: You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Re: PROMPT: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[sawakise]

i hate this. i should have switched teams so i could fill this

PROMPT: TEAM OOKIKU FURIKABUTTE

[uwu_anon]

kominato ryousuke/sawamura eijun, daiya no a
Tags: Underage drinking, irresponsibility

Package: a six pack of flavored Smirnoff Ice
To: The Third Years
From: all of your loving kouhai
Note: happy graduation!! This is for the party.

PROMPT: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[starrwinter]

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


Package: Leather glove delivered by hand
To: Chris
From: Kazuya
Note: I challenge you to a duel. High noon. Come alone to the old clock tower.

Re: PROMPT: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN

[sotongsotong]

High noon. looks at those words and i cannot stop giggling because I keep thinking of Overwatch's Mccree and Chris in his costume oh gods

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime, Haikyuu!
meta, ambiguous dreams, Inception AU maybe?? (i will never grow tired of this)

package: a radio that never stops playing
to: idiot
from: Hajime
note: i have to learn to let you go

FILL: Team Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, T

[kitaiichis]

major content tags:: no warnings!

sleepless, dreaming
17 lines, AO3

but when we dream the moon still rises, the sun always
setting, sinking into the earth, a life falling back in reverse.
but bright, so bright, or maybe just bright enough. lights
exploding near and far until you can’t see the difference
anymore. maybe you just never learned how. see,
it’s easy: here is the place you tried to hold on. there
the moment you realise you let go. a hand, still
open, but colder than you remember. stuck in time,
a song caught in repeat but the verses changed,
or maybe just the listener. but it’s still
lovely, still everything you want, still everything
you're trying to do without. key word: trying,
a work-in-progress, half-painted canvas
telling stories of boys too bright to keep going, singing
songs about boys too scared to think of stopping. at
night stars sleep to lullabies about dreamers
chasing after the empty space wishes used to live.

PROMPT: TEAM TENNIS NO OUJI-SAMA

[nobetterpicture]

Fuji Syuusuke /& Inui Sadaharu Prince of Tennis
possible violence, gore, etc if desired

Package: a small, finely lacquered wooden box containing a queen piece from a chess set
From: Fuji
To: Inui
Note: You didn't even realize it was gone. Check. (You're getting soft, Sadaharu)

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Tags: possible character death, implied murder/violence, sexual situations, alcohol and drinking,
Word Count: 692


Inui walked into Fuji’s study. He hadn’t announced his visit, simply let himself in. But of course, that didn’t matter; Fuji was expecting him all the same.

Fuji stood behind his desk, staring out the window and slowly sipping at his drink. Inui swept his attention across the room, before his eyes settled on the chess set. The pieces were already spread out across the board, mid-battle. Inui walked up and unfurled his hand, revealing the black queen. He set it to the side, among the white side’s captured pieces.

“You started playing a bit too loosely with your pieces, Inui,” Fuji said, pulling back Inui’s attention. “You understand why I had to send you a message, of course.”

“Of course,” Inui repeated, flatly. He took a step forward, standing just in front of Fuji’s desk. “And just exactly what is the severity of my reminder?”

Fuji smiled, turned, and placed his drink on the hardwood desk. “I never cease to be charmed by your demeanor, you know. You never pause for a moment. You go straight for the details, calculate the losses.” He ran his fingers along his glass, causing the drink to swish just a bit. “You never stop to savor the moment. It’s endearing, in it’s own way.”

Inui raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to share a drink then?” he asked, after a moment of considering.

Fuji smiled. He swept over to his wet bar, and without asking what Inui would like, he started pouring a dark golden liquid into a glass. “Please, have a seat, Sadaharu,” he said, gesturing to his couch.

Inui walked over and sat to one side of the couch. Fuji was there in a moment, and Inui took the offered glass, their fingers brushing. Fuji didn’t let go though, instead keeping his light grip on the glass. Inui had expected Fuji to sit down beside him, but instead Fuji straddled Inui’s knees and lowered himself onto Inui’s lap. Once seated, Fuji grinned at him and let go of the glass.

Inui brought the drink to his lips, pausing to whiff at the strong scent of alcohol; strong enough to mask any other scents.

“Sadaharu, you don’t think I’d end our game so easily, do you?” Fuji said. The hand holding his own drink was resting on Inui’s shoulder, and Inui could hear the ice tinkling in it just behind his ear. Fuji’s other hand moved to run over Inui’s throat, down to the dip of his collarbone. “I’m offended.”

Inui drank, grimacing only slightly at the sting of the whiskey. He frowned as he pulled the glass away, preferring to look at it rather than meet Fuji’s grin. “We’re close to the endgame, aren’t we? One can never be too careful.”

“Sadaharu, that sounds very defeatist.” Fuji’s fingernails were untrimmed, a bit sharper than normal as they dug into his collarbone. “It’s very uncharacteristic coming from you.”

“It’s realistic,” Inui said.

Fuji’s finger continued downward, tugging at the top button of Inui’s shirt until it popped open. “Sadaharu… When it comes to the endgame…” Fuji continued downward, teasing at each button until it came undone, exposing Inui’s entire chest. He stretched his fingers over Inui’s chest, over his heart. “... you won’t have to wonder when I intend to kill you. You’ll see it coming plain as day.”

Inui took a long draw from his glass before setting it aside. “And how many more moves do you think I have before the time comes?”

“Well, that depends on how crafty you are, doesn’t it?”

Inui reached up, wrapping a hand around the back of Fuji’s neck, gripping tight just short of painfully. “I’ll find out what you did to him.”

Fuji smiled. “Of course you will. I never expected you to give up on your queen so easily. Though… You run the risk of spoiling the whole game if you focus on one piece.” Fuji’s fingers tensed on Inui’s chest, digging his nails in.

“It’s a calculated risk, I suppose,” Inui said.

Fuji knocked back the rest of his drink, and grinned down at him. “I’m sure your next move will be quite entertaining.”

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Himuro Tatsuya/Akaashi Seijuuro, Kuroko no Basuke
no tags

package: a string of torn paper heart cut-outs inside a bag
to: Akaashi-kun
from: you already know
note: who the fuck's a bitter heart

Re: Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[chiharu]

wat

PROMPT: TEAM TENNIS NO OUJI-SAMA

[nobetterpicture]

Fuji Syuusuke /& Inui Sadaharu Prince of Tennis
possible alien biology, robots

Package: a silver cylinder, buzzing slightly
From: Fuji
To: Inui
Note: They should help with the dust in your joints. Let me know if you need more.

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Tags: bodily fluids (xeno fluids), body horror, xenobiology, insects (bees… alien bees), scifi AU, robots, malfunctioning robot
Word Count: 972


Fuji’s drones were nothing if not efficient. It had been a generous offer from Fuji, letting Inui use some of her drones to clear out the dust in his system. Being so far out into deep space, Inui couldn’t go in for maintenance as much as was recommended. On the frontier, there was a need to be more clever in making sure that things got done; not necessarily the right way, but good enough.

Individuals had to help each other, out here.

And so, Inui calculated with the helpful variable of hindsight, that he should have taken that gift and left it at that. But… Fuji’s drones running along inside him, seeing to the tasks they’d been assigned. As he analysed each one of them, he’d come to see their individual quirks. They communicated through vibration, but Inui came to realize that each one resonated on a slightly different harmonic, different tones for each individual. They were efficient, but individual.

With so much more to discover there, how could Inui have ever have resisted the temptation to study them? He estimated that there wouldn’t be any harm done in detaining them. It wasn’t as if there was a psychic link between all drones. Nothing more than simple communication among a collective. Fuji would never notice, he thought.

Of course, Inui should have been more cautious in keeping an eye out for spies

Fuji pinned Inui against the wall, her hand grabbing him by the throat and holding him there with more force than a human her size could have been expected to posses. Of course, Inui didn’t have any airway that could be restricted this way, but he easily calculated that this could kill a human.

Still, Fuji smiled at him. “Inui… Didn’t my note tell you that if you needed more drones, you needed only to ask?”

Fuji’s drones were still humming inside each of Inui’s joints, but as she increased the pressure on him, he’d noticed the drones slowly getting more insistent, their buzzing growing louder and faster. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn’t the buzzing itself that was increasing; it was the number of drones.

Fuji’s smile widened, and when she pushed harder into his throat her arm seemed to disintegrate into sand as the component pieces of the limb came apart and began seeping into his chassis. The buzzing seemed inescapable, washing over his sensors like a wave. Warning signals started to blare in his mind, his sensory systems overloading, and mechanical parts coming close to uncoupling with all the movement in delicate areas never designed to be touched.

With her other hand, Fuji grabbed Inui’s chin, and pulled him to look at her. “Is this enough yet, Inui?”

Drones kept pouring in, permeating every system, and against his better judgement, shut off all his warning systems. He already knew what was wrong. And the worst part was, he didn’t care.

Inui reached out, touching Fuji’s neck as well. Her form was still slack, so instead of her normal smooth exterior, she felt jagged and tattered. He ran his hand down to about where her sternum would be, and paused. Curiosity was niggling at him, and he had to know. Clearly, she had no qualms about tearing him apart, and he had no qualms about letting her. And Inui had to know if it went both ways.

“It’s here, isn’t it?” Inui asked, and Fuji only raised her eyebrows in response. “Your heart,” he clarified.

Fuji smiled. “That’s interesting. What a poetic way to put it. Your designers really did want you to seem human, didn’t they?” She leaned into him, the grip of her solid hand tightening on him. “Be specific.”

Inui pressed harder on her sternum. He couldn’t break apart the same way she could — couldn’t seep in between her cracks. He wanted to see if she’d let him anyway.

“How can I be more specific?” he asked, still pressing into her. “I’ve never observed it before.”

Fuji smiled, and Inui felt her sternum go just a bit soft. “Only one fix for that then, I suppose.”

Inui felt his hand almost sucked into her chest cavity, as more drones slipped away, giving him access. The sensation on his fingertips changed, and instead of feeling drones, his hand was submerged in some sort of sticky, gelatinous substance.

“I see,” Inui said. “Your fuel source.”

“Homemade,” Fuji added. Inui looked at her, and noticed a substance beginning to trickle from her mouth, coating her lips. Her kind had no bodily fluids worth mentioning, save for the organic food source their drones produced. The clear substance pooled on her lips. “Tell me, Inui. Your designers, so obsessed with making you in their image… Did they give you a sense of taste?”

“I can analyze substances and make an approximation of the tastes a human might describe,” Inui offered.

“With your mouth?” Fuji asked. “The same as they made you speak from there. It’s all for show anyway, isn’t it?”

Inui nodded. “Yes, the mouth of my unit is equipped with the necessary sensors.”

“I see,” she said. “What about other senses? Do you derive the same pleasure in touching sensitive organs together, the way humans do?”

“I’m not sure,” Inui admitted. “There never seemed reason to approximate the same physical intimacy that humans crave.”

Fuji pulled at Inui’s chin, guiding him down towards her. Meanwhile, her form shifted upwards, meeting him halfway, her lips hovering near his. “Seems to me you’ve been neglecting your data, Inui.”

She pressed her lips into his. Inui’s sensors were fuzzy, each one of them overworked to the point of filling his processors with too much data to analyze, but he still managed to conclude that a human would describe the sticky substance on her lips as sweet.

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu!
no tags

package: a palm full of falling stars
to: Tooru
from: Kuroo
note: i have loved the stars too much

Re: Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sawakise]

are you asking for gore

Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

[sotongsotong]

Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi
no tags

package: a makeup set for kabuki use
to: Ushiwaka-chan
from: your understudy
note: it's my sincerest hope u run out of makeup the next time u head onstage but damn u, here.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[tempestuously]

Nanase Haruka/Matsuoka Rin, Free!
no tags

package: a box about the size of a hardback book
to: Haru
from: Rin
note: Try sitting less close next time.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[tempestuously]

Tachibana Makoto/Matsuoka Rin, Free!
no tags

package: a small box that jingles when you shake it, sounds like there might be at least two bells in there
to: Makoto
from: Rin
note: You'll need this if you're going to look after them while I'm away.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[tempestuously]

Nanase Haruka/Matsuoka Rin, Free!
no tags

package: not so much a package as a shell tied shut with twine, rattles when you shake it
to: Rin (actually scratched into the shell's surface)
from: (not labeled)
note: This one reminded me of the stars you never stop talking about.

(This is totally Future Fish AU. Go Wild.)

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

[fullofjoy]

No tags

It's a magical pearl, that's why it's so shiny.

PROMPT: Team Chihayafuru

[horchata]

Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru Haikyuu!!
supernatural, possible violence, Beyond the Boundary AU

Package: a single, small youmu stone
To: Kageyama Tobio
From: Oikawa Tooru
Note: I can be generous, Tobio-chan.

Re: PROMPT: Team Chihayafuru

[kazuyas]

I JUST REWATCHED KNK LAST WEEK OH GOD I WANNA FILL THIS

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[winterstuck]

Musashi & Kurita & Hiruma (Eyeshield 21)

Package: a thick scroll bearing the seal of a royal summons, wrapped around the neck of a rifle
From: His Royal Highness Hiruma Youichi, Protector of the Land, Dictator Supreme
To: Fucking Old Man
Note: Fucking Fatty's under orders not to return without you, so get your ass back here to court.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[winterstuck]

Ryoma & Karupin (Prince of Tennis)

Package: a dead bird
From: Karupin
To: the smallest under my care
Note: mraow

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, T

[luckycricket33]

blood, animal death, I cannot believe the fill about a kitten is the one that gets the tag and rating bump up from me

im linking to the image because now im like. damn i kinda went overboard with the blood

PROMPT: TEAM OOKIKU FURIKABUTTE

[uwu_anon]

miyuki kazuya/kuramochi yoichi, daiya no a
trans character(s) if u please

Package: a post it note, slipped over the shoulder in class
To: miyuki
From: mochi
Note: just come get me the next time its that bad. Its written all over your face.

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[yrindor]

Imayoshi Shouichi & Sakurai Ryou, Kuroko no Basuke
no tags, trans headcanon

Package: fairly small and flexible, it feels like some sort of stiff cloth
To: Sakurai
From: Imayoshi
Note: I noticed someone keeps taking the ace bandages from the first-aid kit. Please use this instead.

Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, G

[lemontongues]

tags: mentions/fear of transphobia (everything is fine tho don't worry)
word count: 1190

The envelope is small, plain, gives little indication of what’s inside. It makes Ryou nervous, frankly, an unmarked package slipped into his locker sometime between the beginning of practice and now not seeming to bode well, but he lets his curiosity get the better of him, slipping it into his backpack in the silence of the empty locker room, the rest of the team long gone by now. The whole way home he thinks he can almost feel the weight of it in his bag, though he knows the package is too light to be noticeable, stuffed between his school books.

Calling a greeting to his mother as he kicks off his shoes, he pads up the stairs to his room as quickly as he can without drawing her ire for running in the house. He locks his door behind him as a precaution—he can't imagine what anyone might have bothered to leave for him, but better safe than sorry, right? The way the package feels, Aomine might have taken it upon himself to try and gift Ryou one of his magazines again—Ryou has no interest in them, but he doesn't think his mother is going to take that into account if she walks in on him holding one and blushing.

When he’s sure his privacy is secured, Ryou grabs a pair of scissors off of his desk and sits down on his bed, the package in his lap. He smoothes his hands over it, feeling the heavy paper under his fingers and taking the moment to suck in a deep breath before he takes the scissors and slits open the top of the envelope.

When he shakes the package, a note falls out first, pencil on a scrap of plain notebook paper.

Sakurai,
I noticed someone keeps taking the ace bandages from the first-aid kit. Please use this instead.
Imayoshi

Startled, Ryou feels his face heat, humiliated by the revelation that someone on the team has caught on. Being allowed on the team—in the school, even—had been a battle based largely on the goodwill of Coach Harasawa. Ryou had proven his value through his skill, and Harasawa had actually taken him seriously, had taken his case to Touou’s administration and argued for him until the school relented, allowing him on the boy’s basketball team and issuing him a male uniform along with the scholarship that covered most of his tuition.

The administrative battle had been private, though. No one on the team was supposed to know anything about it—Harsawa was nothing if not discrete, and Ryou did everything in his power to avoid raising any questions or putting himself in situations where anyone might realize. Most of the team had just put him down as painfully nervous and shy and left it at that, but naturally Imayoshi, obnoxiously clever and observant, would have picked up on something. Ryou berates himself for being so obvious—of course stealing team supplies to bind would get him noticed eventually, even if he reused them until they could barely hold their shape, much less keep his chest comfortably flat. His mother had shrugged it off as his “tomboy” nature when he had brought home the boys uniform, but broaching the topic of binding had seemed like pushing his luck too far, so he’s been settling for whatever he can get.

Now, though, somebody knows. Panic bubbles in his stomach and constricts his throat at the thought, but, but—the note hadn't quite seemed threatening, had it? Or scolding, or even mocking, which is a rare thing from their notoriously sarcastic captain. Ryou reads the note again, hands trembling. Please use this instead.

Picking up the envelope, Ryou reaches inside. His fingers meet cool fabric, thick and stiff in a way that’s unfamiliar. He slides it out of the packing, shaking it out and holding it up in front of himself.

A binder. Plain, dark grey material, easy enough to pass off as a regular tank top.

Ryou’s unbuttoning the shirt of his uniform before he even knows what he’s doing, practically ripping it off in his eagerness. There are no ace bandages now, having taken them off to shower after practice and left them off once he had dressed again, both to avoid questions at home and to give his aching ribs a break. For once he’s incredibly thankful for their absence, that he doesn't have to waste his time unwinding them before yanking the binder on over his head.

He almost gets stuck in it, the heavy, stretchy fabric unfamiliar and difficult to handle, but eventually he manages to fight it down and get it settled properly, smoothing his hands over his own torso in a way he usually avoids at all costs. He actually turns to look at himself in the mirror, twisting back and forth to test his range of motion and admire himself, the way the fabric smoothes the usual faint curve of his chest and hips into straight lines, flat and masculine and right. Snatching the note up off the bed, he reads it three more times, scrubbing at his eyes with the heel of one hand. As much as he hadn't wanted anyone to know, he thinks this is probably the best possible outcome to someone figuring it out. He’ll have to think up a way to thank Imayoshi later.

.

Imayoshi grins at Ryou when he presents the bento he had made, bowing so deeply he’s practically bent in half.

“What’s this about, hmm?”

“I just—! I wanted to say thank you, Imayoshi-san! For the—the gift, I mean! I really really appreciated it, I’m so sorry for making you go to so much trouble for me!” Imayoshi laughs, plucking the bento out of Ryou’s hands and ruffling his hair. Ryou holds himself carefully still, biting his lip as he watches his bangs shake with the affectionate motion of Imayoshi’s hand.

“Don't worry about it. I know what it’s like to be in that position, and I can't have our precious shooting guard hurting himself, now can I?” Ryou’s head snaps up, eyes flying wide at the casual confession. It suddenly makes sense how Imayoshi had figured it out—not to mention why Coach Harasawa had been so willing to take him on, and why the school had allowed it. It isn't the first time this battle has been fought here.

“You—? Ah! I’m sorry, I don't mean to be rude! Forgive me! I just didn't know—!” Waving him off, Imayoshi gives Ryou his usual perplexing smile.

“Well, that's sort of the point, isn't it? Can't say it's something I advertise much, but I figured I have a certain level of responsibility to my youthful charges in the same situation.” Ryou’s mouth drops open, and Imayoshi claps him on the shoulder, strolling away with the bento dangling between his fingers. As he leaves, he calls over his shoulder, “Careful! You’ll catch flies like that.”

Ryou snaps his mouth closed so fast his teeth click. He’s incredibly grateful, but he thinks probably he's never going to understand that guy.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[chiharu]

Murasakibara/Himuro, NSFW, KnB

Package: a box from TT's Sex Shop
From: Tatsuya
To: Atsushi
Note: Let's try the full hand

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

I can't believe this bait

PROMPT: Team Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun

[clefairy]

Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun /& Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no Ace
Tags: Possible sexual content is more than welcome?


Package: Questionable box
To: My Idiot Pitchers
From: Miyuki
Note: Hey so I picked this up for you on my trip to US, have fun ♥

[clefairy]

Tsukishima Kei/Hinata Shouyou, Haikyuu!!
No specific tags


Package: A box full of historical textbooks
To: Hinata
From: Tsukishima
Note: If you can't tell me what these books are about when we meet for the revision session you so kindly begged me for, I'll skin you alive.

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

[chiharu]

Tsukishima/Hinata, no tags, 628 words, G


The thing is, Hinata may not be at the top of his class, but he's really damn stubborn. It's with this stubbornness that he manages to pass all of his midterms with the combined tutoring of Yachi and Tsukishima, but at the sake of everyone's sanity


So Tsukishima blames it on Hinata's rowdiness when he snaps, during a particularly grueling study session, "Shut up or I'll kiss you!"


Hinata freezes from twirling a pencil and turns to Tsukishima with large eyes. A nervous laugh comes out of his mouth. "Eh- What?"


"Was that a threat or a proposition?" Kageyama asks Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima really regrets the day everyone walked in on Tsukishima making out with Akaashi at training camp. Since then, his sexuality has become the topic of so many conversations that people have gotten tired of bringing it up, like a stale party trick.


Still. "Don't be a dumbass," Tsukishima snaps at Kageyama. "That was a treat! Stop dicking around and focus on the material."


While Kageyama mumbles something under his breath, Hinata just continues staring at Tsukishima. It's the look he often dons when someone executes a cool move on the court. "Haahhh," Hinata says at last with a weird expression. "You're so forward, Tsukishima!"


"What?" Tsukishima can feel his eye twitching.


Hinata finally takes a seat and gives Tsukishima a meaningful look. "You don't have to threaten me to kiss me. You can just ask nicely!"


"No, Tsukki!" Yamaguchi yells as Tsukishima moves forward to strangle Hinata. Yachi joins in and pulls Hinata back, but Kageyama just blinks dumbly between them.


Yachi takes that as her cue to stand up. "Why don't we all take a break? I, um, made cookies! Let's have some tea and rest before continuing this chapter!" Thankfully, Hinata and Kageyama shoot up at the mention of cookies, and Yachi gives Tsukishima an apologetic smile when the other boys wander off into the kitchen.


The break is enough to diffuse any desires Tsukishima has of murdering his teammates, which has become unfortunately common ever since he became the captain. They get through the rest of the English materials before Yachi calls it a night, and Yamaguchi helps her clean up the living room while Tsukishima outlines what they need to review tomorrow.


They disperse at the base of Yachi's building. Kageyama's father is back from a work trip, so he takes a bus to the restaurant his parents picked for dinner. Yamaguchi, too, waves them goodbye before heading over to his part time job at Shimada Mart.


That leaves Tsukishima and Hinata waiting for the train together. Tsukishima's patience is already thinning when Hinata tugs on his arm. "What?"


"Soooo." Hinata's eyes are bright in the afternoon sunlight as he gives Tsukishima a cheeky grin. "If I score well on the exam, will you kiss me?"


Tsukishima stares at him.


Hinata continues, undeterred. "You've kissed a lot of people, right? So you must be good at this? I've always wanted to kiss someone, but, like, what if it sucks? What if i suck? I think I need a coach."


"A kissing coach," Tsukishima clarifies flatly. Hinata has clearly thought about this before.


"Yep!" Hinata beams without any sense of self-preservation.


Well. It's not like Tsukishima has never thought about kissing Hinata after they score a point, Hinata turning to Tsukishima with a bright laugh, the light from the windows catching on his face. Tsukishima pauses. "Okay."


"Yeah?" Hinata grins.


"Yes," Tsukishima agrees as their train comes. "If you score over 90 on the English exam."


"You're on!" Hinata declares, startling an elderly man standing behind them. Hinata lowers his voice conspiratorially. "You're gonna lose, Tsukishima!"


No, Tsukishima thinks with a smirk. This is a challenge he can only win.

[clefairy]

Kanemaru Shinji/Toujou Hideaki, Daiya no Ace
No specific tags


Package: A small envelope
To: Toujou
From: Kanemaru
Note: Stop listening to that idol crap once in a while and try out some good tunes.

PROMPT: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA

[alder_knight]

Matsuoka Rin /& Ryuugazaki Rei, Free!

Package: a jewelcase with a sharpie-labeled CD in it
To: speedo-glasses
From: [blank]
Note: thought you might appreciate some new study music

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[yrindor]

Kuga Kyousuke &/ Yagami Tomoe or Yagami Riku & Yagami Tomoe, Prince of Stride
no tags (though probably a fair bit of angst)

Package: A New Year's card, it looks like it was never mailed
To: Kyousuke/Riku
From: Tomoe
Note: I'm sorry.

Prompt: Team Ookiku Furikabutte

[shamelesscooper]

Kozume Kenma/Hinata Shouyou

Package: A bouquet of flowers
To: "Kozume Kenma" ☆⌒(≧▽​° )
From: "Hinata Shouyou" \(≧▽≦)/
Note: It was great being on set with you! I can't wait to film the Training Camp arc!

(Actors behind-the-scenes of Haikyuu AU? Does that even make sense?)

Re: Prompt: Team Ookiku Furikabutte

[savetanaka]

waaait, did you want their characters to be named hinata/kenma or the actors' names? or both? :) I love this AU tho wtf

PROMPT: TEAM FURUYA SATORU/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[tsunderekita]

Furuya Satoru/Machimiya Eikichi(/Arakita Yasutomo) (Daiya no Ace and Yowamushi Pedal)
no tags

package: An ice-cold Bepsi straight from the vending machine
from: Furuya
to: Machimiya
note (said aloud upon delivery): "...Here. (who is this person and why did he ask me for this)"

Re: PROMPT: TEAM FURUYA SATORU/MIYUKI KAZUYA

[krankran]

let me rest