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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

A shipping olympics favorite, this round uses quotes of all sorts to fuel your creative endeavors.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 21 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

RULES

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - M. Gandhi
- The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Makoto & Rin). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Makoto/Rin). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
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

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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)

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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

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Death mention? Ghost? Angst? so many possibilities XD

Lines count: 20 (Poetry)

He shouldn’t be alive.
He was better in the ground.
Dead. Cold. Still.
He shouldn’t be moving.

No, it wasn’t him.
No matter how much it looks alike,
No matter what his heart was telling him
This wasn’t Satoru.

So why was Masamune kept thinking the opposite?
Why each time he was seeing him,
Was his heart start beating again.
Why was he feeling alive only when this ghost was with him?

A ghost. It was just a ghost.
Masamune didn’t believe in them at the beginning.
But he remembered far too well the funeral.
This couldn’t be anything but a ghost.

His mind had understood this.
But his heart did not.
He was alive by a ghost’s side.
Or was he actually dead as well?

implied death

poem, 19 lines

When he looks at you like
you're a ghost,
be a ghost.
  Skin like smoke and he'll smell
  you, even when you're gone.

And when he walks through
his forest,
be the spirits in the trees.
Hang like drying sheets, like
abandoned parachutes.
Watch him as he passes.

There's a fate
for you, there. Someday
he'll remember and you'll be
just another stone.
  He kicked rocks down the road
  in the town he grew up in.

You'll be a memory, small but
present, a gift, an unburied corpse.

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always love using fire metaphors and sayings with this explosive duo 8D

text: "fire burns brighter in the dark"

Edited 2016-07-21 22:16 (UTC)

warning for some strong language, also I have no idea if this makes sense to people who don't play tabletop RPGs. Sorry!

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Word count: 1,096

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“I have an idea!” Bokuto’s voice rebounds obnoxiously off of the walls around them.

“Okay wait. Does it have anything to do with our current situation?” Kuroo stares at the spark in Bokuto’s eyes, praying that for once he’s managed to not let his mind wander from their current predicament.

“Yes!” Bokuto throws both fists up into the air, almost as proud of himself as Kuroo is.

“Okay, what is it?” Bokuto falters, hands drooping slightly as he casts Kuroo a worried gaze. Oh no, Kuroo thinks, in his excitement he’s forgotten.

“Uhm… we are stuck in an elevator?” Bokuto blinks at him slowly, gesturing with a slow sweep of his arm needlessly to illustrate his point.

“The idea! Not our current situation!”

“Ohoho!” Bokuto winks exaggeratedly, pointing two finger guns at Kuroo and clicking his tongue. “Got ya!” He hums happily, tipping up on the balls of his feet every few seconds, seemingly at random and not at all in time with his humming. Kuroo watches him for a moment, assuming for some reason that he’s gathering his thoughts into order.

“Well?” He finally bursts when it appears as if Bokuto’s happy to remain in here all day.

“Ah!” He drags a hand through his hair, taking in a deep breath. Whatever he’s thinking it must be good to get him this excited. “Y’know Toy Story 2?” Kuroo narrows his eyes.

“I’m familiar with it.” They’ve watched it together a bunch of times, but if Kuroo mentions that it will only derail Bokuto into reminiscing about every movie marathon they’ve ever had together. In extreme situations it’s Kuroo’s job to keep him on track, at least when Akaashi’s not around.

“Yes! Good! Great! It’s a really funny film, right? But also touching! Like when that weird old guy paints over Andy’s name on Woody’s boot! And when Jessie sings about being left behind! That part really gets to me,” he sniffles loudly, “wouldn’t it be awful, to be left behind like that?” Kuroo reaches out to tug on Bokuto’s left ear lobe gently to remind him that he’s here; he’s not going anywhere.

“Almost as awful as getting trapped in an elevator.”

“Mhm,” Bokuto nods softly, leaning into Kuroo’s touch. His eyes snap open. “Ah! We’re trapped in an elevator!” Kuroo snorts, almost choking on his laugh as it bubbles out of him.

“Really Bo, how did you lose focus so quickly?”

“You were touching me!” Bokuto pouts, red creeping up his neck. “It’s hard for me to concentrate when you’re so close and touching me!” He huffs out a breath, throwing his arm out to force a meters space between them, and then frowns. “No, this is worse. I don’t like it! Come back!” He squashes himself into Kuroo’s side, cooing happily when Kuroo brings up a hand to ruffle his hair.

“I literally can’t go anywhere.” Not that he’d want to.

“So there’s a part in Toy Story 2,” Bokuto hums lowly, relaxing into Kuroo’s side as if he intends for them to melt into one person, “where they’re trying to get into Al’s Toy Barn and they all jump together at the same time on the door sensor.”

“You want us to all jump together at the same time?” Kuroo doesn’t point out that there’s only the two of them stuck in here.

“Mhm, automatic doors are like baby elevators. And we’re sorta like grown-up toys!”

“I’m not sure that’s entirely true.”

“Do you have any other ideas?” They’ve already tried both of Kuroo’s ideas – pushing the emergency help button, which led them on an automated voice recorded journey, but at least ended with the assurance that their predicament had been noted, and trying to phone someone to help them; figures there’d be no signal – so it would be only fair to give Bokuto’s idea a shot too. Who knows? It could work.

“Alright. On the count of three. One, two, three.” They jump, still wrapped around each other. The floor shakes a little and for a moment Kuroo thinks that might actually have worked. But then the moment passes and they’re still suspended between floors.

“Weird,” Bokuto’s stunned voice floats into the room, “I really thought that was gonna work.”

“Me too,” at least for a moment or two, “it was a good idea Bo.” He nuzzles his nose into the side of Bokuto’s head. At least they’re stuck in the elevator alone. Kuroo thinks it would be torture to be stuck here with a stranger with them; having to be conscious of every touch he sends Bokuto’s way.

“I have a secondary idea.” Bokuto turns his head to grin at Kuroo, the same sparkle in his eye from earlier back with a vengeance.

“Of course you have a plan B! My little genius!” He plants a wet kiss on Bokuto’s cheek, leaning back to laugh at his expression. “C’mon then, what’s the plan?”

“We sit on the floor and make out until that robot lady remembers to help us.” He smiles toothily.

“Bo,” Kuroo mock-warns, furrowing his eyebrows together for effect.

“What? Being trapped together in an elevator is like the most romantic thing of all time! We hate each other, but then we get stuck together. At first we can’t even look at each other, but then my stomach grumbles loudly and you offer me the last of your tictacs. And before we know it we’re sharing our biggest fears, our greatest ambitions, learning about each other’s families; we connect and then BLAM! Full romo for the rest of our lives!” Kuroo blinks at him, more than a little dazed.

“You need to stop watching romcoms.”

“Ey? Why?” Bokuto tips his head to the side. “They’re good for the soul!”

“They’re warped your brain. We’ve already shared all of that stuff.” He flicks Bokuto in the middle of his forehead.

“Oh.” Bokuto’s staring at him with wide eyes, face a warm pink. “Is that a no to making out then?” He licks his lips impatiently, eyes darting down meaningfully at Kuroo’s.

“Of course not,” Kuroo tuts, hand already snaking its way to curl around Bokuto’s right hip. “Just wanted to make sure you knew we already are full romo for the rest of our lives.” He grins at the soft expression melting onto Bokuto’s face, bringing his other hand up to cup under his jaw. He can feel Bokuto’s embarrassed whine vibrating up his throat so he tips forwards, colliding their lips together and licks it straight into his own mouth before it ever has a chance to fall.

i'm dead this was so GOOD!

character death, implied death
*takes this prompt too literally*

text: feelings; buried alive never die

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Edited 2016-07-21 22:20 (UTC)

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poem, 23 lines

There's a time without stars
in the late night/early
morning/mist of your breath
like something angelic
fogging up the car windows

You only sleep when I'm driving,
when it's too dark to watch
you. In the corner of my eye
I see flickers,
like a slide projector
headlights on guardrails,
  the flapping of wings.

    I can't hear birds over
    the purr of the engine
    but you promise me they're
    out there, seagulls lost
    inland, calling out for
      distant seas.

And I believe. With the
fervence of communion---blood red
wine on my lips like a promise---when
you touch me it burns like
you're not even there.

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why are they so cute GAH
THEYRE IN LOVE OH MY OG O D

Word Count: 413
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There are stories, they say, of those who can sense the spirits of others, who can see auras and read minds like storybooks. Gifts, they’re called. Perceptions.

Teshima’s always been Perceptive. He thinks of it like flavour, even though it isn’t, really. But he doesn’t have the vocabulary for what he can do, doesn’t have the eloquence to describe a sense that others don’t possess. So he calls it taste.

Tadokoro is heavy and sweet, like cinnamon and warm sugar and syrup, and a cut of smokey spice and dirt beneath it. Makishima is bitter, tangy, but not unpleasantly so, all underripe cherries and vinegar swirled with vanilla and raspberry and the back-of-tongue flavour of grass in the sun. Kinjou is mechanical, methodical, asphalt and chain grease and apples and salmon. Above all, they taste like trust, and teamwork, and the acrid bite of unfailing determination. When he tells them as much, Kinjou grins a half-smile and Tadokoro laughs and slaps his back and comments that it must be difficult, having all those flavours swirling around in his head all the time, but it’s always been like that, for him. It’s never been overwhelming.

Or that is, until he meets Aoyagi.

Aoyagi hits him like a hurricane. He knows right away that Aoyagi is Perceptive, like him, even if he can’t quite get a grip on how. But Aoyagi is overpowering and intoxicating, in sunshine and sweat and watercolour paint and ocean salt and pencils and stubbornness and chocolate and aluminum and never-shaved skin and determination and cabbage and drive and clean air --

Teshima reels, light-headed, and when Aoyagi turns to him with an equally gobsmacked expression, he nearly falls, and stumbles forward. Aoyagi catches him and Teshima jolts again.

“Oh,” he says stupidly, staring into Aoyagi’s eyes, and he suddenly knows.

He sees the moment Aoyagi realizes it, too, and feels it in the way Aoyagi’s grip on his arms slides down to a gentle twining of fingers.

Still dazed, he manages to say, “Hi. Um. I’m Teshima, uh, Junta.”

Aoyagi’s eyes widen, then, and he says quietly, “You’re green,” which Teshima doesn’t understand until Aoyagi explains, much later, is his way of Perception. Colours and patterns and textures, and one day, Aoyagi will paint what Teshima looked like, to him, on the day they first met, but Teshima doesn’t know that yet.

Aoyagi says his name and it tastes like tiger lilies and security and ginger and bottomless affection.

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text: little birds, take flight!

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525 words

Sometimes, when it’s cold out and their landlord forgets to turn on their heat, Kuroo and Kenma will hide under a pile of blankets, pressed against each other for warmth in the icy New York winters. Kuroo answers work e-mails while Kenma plays video games, and when Kuroo is sick of schmoozing with his clients he slams his laptop shut and buries his face in the crook of Kenma’s neck. Kenma rolls his eyes and mutters that Kuroo is distracting him but doesn’t complain when Kuroo nuzzles his face into his shoulder. It’s freezing out, and when they’re both miles away from home at least they have each other to cling to for familiar comforts.

They tend to drift off to sleep around the same time. Kuroo likes talking to Kenma with the lights off, and Kenma likes to listen. When they’re tired of dealing with the external world for the day Kuroo gets out of bed, hits the light switch and burrows under the covers, ready with a barrage of questions about how Kenma is doing and how his work day went. Most of the time, Kenma is more than happy to oblige. Career stuff isn’t as important to him as it is to Kuroo, but it’s income they both need and Kenma is glad to be in a place, and a job, that he is happy to be in. Sometimes Kuroo will go on a tangent about something silly that happened to him at work, and Kenma will chime in with a story of his own. Or he’ll change the topic to local gossip, or tales of something that happened at home. Kenma peppers this with snarky commentary, and sometimes Kuroo laughs so loudly Kenma fears they’ll wake the neighbors.

Kuroo cuddles in his sleep. No matter how warm or cold the weather is, he gravitates towards human heat, latching onto Kenma like a human jetpack radiator. It’s endearing in the winter and really irritating when the summer comes by. Kenma has to practically peel Kuroo off him in the summer heat haze, shoving Kuroo’s body to his own side of the bed where it belongs. His cuddle habit isn’t cute when Kenma’s sticky, restless, and covered in sweat. It’s even worse when they don’t have clothes to forge distance between them. Kenma knows this best. Trying to pry a naked Kuroo off him in the summer is an absolute nightmare, and when he texts Shouyo to complain about it Shouyo just says it’s cute. Kenma sighs—life is hard, and no-one understands.

Despite this, his favorite Kuroo is the one that wakes up next to him in the mornings. Sometimes he’ll wake up baffled and half-dazed, mumbling something about how it’s too early for any sane man to be awake before burying his face back into a pillow. Sometimes Kuroo will turn to Kenma and ask him how they ended up like this, sharing a bed in a foreign city so far away. Once Kuroo squinted up at Kenma and said “okay, I have to be dreaming.” Kenma rolled his eyes and said, “I wonder why I love you.”

But he already knew.

Edited 2016-07-21 22:26 (UTC)

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text: loneliness ought to have wings

spoilers for crossover canon

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text: this start line draws a new hope for the both of us // i never say goodbye... that's how it's always been

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Poem, 17 lines

The world had been a semi-boring place
before one brazen, loud-mouth, but surely lovable idiot
had come charging through Seidou’s gates
(and into Miyuki’s heart)

He didn't notice the changes right away
irritation melting away to a fondness with the bright,
nearly scalding presence never far away from his side,
finding himself instead searching out most nights the roar of a familiar yell,
the feeling of calloused fingers drawing goosebumps over skin

Many nights found lying awake in bed,
racing mind a blur with strategies and upcoming games
until your running heart slowed down at the comforting thought
of one pair of golden eyes calming from the mound,
warmth spreading through limbs
until a fire burned deep within your chest

A wild thing that burned past worries from their deep-rooted spaces in your heart,
driven instead by the promising future yet to come

no tags! I think
21 lines.

consider this
grins behind mitts
shaking shoulders
devious nature that is not your own

consider this
the desire to go to koushien
tinged with despair
yips halting the fluidity of limbs

consider this
someone knowing so intuitively that they can't help you
swallowing the bitter pill of pride
you come first
before them

consider this
numbers behind pitches
baseball being your life
your drive
the reason for your undominable spirit changing because of someone
if the reason changes
you do too

Edited (I'm on mobile this is rough) 2016-07-21 22:31 (UTC)

major content warnings: violence, injury, gang related
word count: 576

'Let me see your hand,' he demands, neglecting his own injuries for the torn bandages around Furuya's fingers. His glasses sit crooked on his nose and Furuya stifles a giggle - he's reminded of different times, younger times with a doctor who was just as stern but not nearly as beautiful. The room is dark but Furuya can just barely make out the scowl fitted around his eyes. Out of habit, Furuya adheres to the request, wincing when Miyuki flips his palm over roughly, inspecting the cut with harsh diligence.

'You were off your game tonight. I don't think Sawamura has ever wounded you so easily before.'

Pouting, Furuya averts his gaze, lets it linger it linger on the wall. Just the mention of loud, young hot head sets Furuya's skin ablaze. Miyuki pulls a sowing kit out form his jacket pocket and quickly loops some thread to a needle. 'I don't have anything to numb it tonight, so bare with it.'
Furuya's thoughts of Sawamura are quickly stolen - he hisses as the needle sinks into his skin, closing his eyes while Miyuki threads the wound closed, meticulously covering the span of it, weaving experienced cross stitches.

'You're injured too,' furuya whispers, speaking merely to distract himself. Miyuki slaps his leg when Furuya moves, the needle grazing a deeper part of the wound. 'Who got you in the eye?'

'Jun-san. I wasn't paying proper attention. It's rather difficult when you keep getting yourself into death matches with Sawamura.'

Flinching inwardly at the sound of his rival's name, Furuya jerks again, earning another slap. 'Stay still,' Miyuki grunts, pulling Furuya's hand across his leg.

'He caught me off guard,'

'How could he not? I could tell there was something off with you the moment you stepped into the alley.'

'I'm worried about -'

'Worry about yourself!'

Silenced, Furuya simply sits still, watching while Miyuki finishes up the last stitch. he presses his mouth to Furuya's hand, taking the thread between his teeth and tugs, shortening the remainder of the black thread. Ripping off a piece of his shirt, Miyuki ties the makeshift bandage around Furuya's hand and scowls, leaning back in his chair. Furuya doesn't take his hand off Miyuki's leg.

'I don't know if we can keep doing this,' he whispers, setting his hand on the tips of Furuya's fingers.

'Do you want to stop?'

'No.'

♦

They can never know

His lips taste like war, like a battle just begun, like a fight he's determined to win

They'll kill us if they ever find out

His skin, flesh warm and pliant against Furuya's mouth, eager to be ravaged, desperate to be touched

This is a mistake

If failure always feels this good, Furuya isn't sure he ever wants to know success

♦

'We've warned you before,' Sawamura taunts, his flashy katana strapped to his back, even flashier smile cut across his mouth. 'This is our territory.'

Furuya sees red when Miyuki places a hand on Sawamura's shoulder, whispers something in his ear to placate the boy. It works; the hard set of Sawamura's shoulders drops, if only a little.

'Who do you think you're talking to, boy?' Jun's glare is just as murderous as his tone, hand quick to grab the gun at his waist. 'The next time i have to tell you to mind your elders will be the last.'

Feeling Tetsu behind him, Furuya stiffens.

'Enough talking. Let us end this war.'

supernatural elements
572 words

Long ago, when human civilization was just beginning and the gods still roamed the earth freely, every village and every tribe worshiped their own local gods. But there were some who were known by everyone. Though their names and appearances changed, the Hunter, the Mother, and the Grower were worshiped nearly universally.

In the cold regions in the far north, the Hunter was described as a tall warrior wrapped in thick furs. He was adorned with jewelry of iron and silver, and he carried a sturdy bow. A massive snow leopard always walked by his side.

In the jungles where the humid air hung thickly around the trees, he was described as being as agile as a monkey, carrying a short spear and dressed in cloth woven from the plants that carpeted the forest floor. A cheetah adorned with jewelry of bronze and gold always ran by his side as he ran through the trees.

In the deserts in the south where little grew amid the parched sand, he was described as having hair darker than the night sky. He dressed in loose robes that kept out the sun and the sand, and he carried a long spear. He was always seen with a lion at his side.

What no human knew was that the Hunter's cat was itself a god or an earlier generation. It was one of the old gods who had roamed the earth before mankind had even existed. But as time passed and the wheel of fate turned, the old gods had been pushed aside by the gods of the humans.

The Heavens didn't hold with such a hierarchy though, and when they weren't roaming the earth, the Hunter and the Great Cat sat side-by-side in their heavenly palace and passed their time talking and amusing themselves with games of the Great Cat's design. Around the time the human gods had come into ascendance, the Great Cat had followed the trend and adopted a human appearance in his heavenly form. He was small and lithe, with a cat's pointed ears and slit pupils, and despite his form, his mannerisms were decidedly those of a cat.

In the early years of human civilization, the Hunter was regularly called down by the humans, and the Great Cat always traveled by his side. But the wheel of fate continued to turn, and though it took centuries, the Hunter and his companions were eventually replaced in turn by a new set of gods. They were relegated to stories of days gone by and to sets of stars in the night sky as new gods came into existence to roam the earth.

The old gods were never truly forgotten though, and in times of great strife, the Hunter would still send his companion down to aid those he chose. It was a well-known fact that the stars making up the cat at the Hunter's side sometimes seemed to disappear for periods of months or years, but it was always ascribed to some trick of the atmosphere.

Up in the heavens, the Hunter watched as a future hero took in the abandoned kitten they found on their doorstep, and he waited for the day the Great Cat would return to his side once again.

The wheel of fate would never cease turning, but since the day he had come into being, he and the Great Cat had been side-by-side.

Edited 2016-07-21 22:34 (UTC)

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Poem, 16 lines

Miyuki Kazuya knew the moment he fell in love,
the second he met a pair of determined
eyes from across the plate
and knew the promises lying beneath those depths were far greater than baseball

Emotions were always a mask to play with,
to calm, and rile, and toy with another’s emotions,
until he found himself at the end of a puppeteer’s strings

Smirk no longer his own,
And smile far more genuine than anything he had ever shown before

For the courage of one brave idiot did his best
to melt through any hope of defences at Kazuya’s door,
resigned to admit he was hopelessly (madly)
in love with the light always at his side,
pulling apart Kazuya’s shadow at the seams piece by piece,
until he was stripped bare

All Eijun's own for the taking

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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

FILL: TEAM Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, Rated T

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: TEAM CHIHAYAFURU, T

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

Fill: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, T

Re: FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, Rated G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, G

FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T

fill: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, T

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, G