Oikawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi, Haikyuu! no tags, kabedon, rule 63 510 words, Final Fantasy X-2 AU so kinda Yuna!Suga, Rikku!Oikawa, Paine!Iwaizumi
Koushi fishes out the dressphere that’s hidden behind an ore boulder towering on one of Besaid’s shores.
Its crystal surface feels warm in her hands, and there’s a swirl of lavender voltage within, belying a dormant power despite its beautiful glow. She pockets it happily, head already whirring with possibilities on how to best apply the dressphere to her Garment Grid once she figures out its Class, when she hears someone calling for her; Koushi turns around, and sees Oikawa sliding down a sandy cliff pass, feet landing neatly beside the other end of the boulder.
“Yaho~!” Oikawa chirps, flashes her trademark peace sign as she straightens up. Her brown hair, piled in haphazard braids and tufts, is blown askew by the sea breeze, and Koushi’s surprised that her girlfriend is not bothered by its mess for once. Oikawa’s usually a stickler about her appearance, and no matter how rough their jobs as travelling scavengers can get, she’s the one who miraculously still looks put together at the end of the day. The girl grins, skipping forward to place her hands atop Koushi’s shoulder, which so happens to be her favourite spot of Koushi’s body to lean her chin on. “Found something nice, Suga-chan?”
“I hope so,” Koushi hums. She takes the dressphere out of her backpocket and holds it up to the sky, heart bubbling with fondness as she watches Oikawa’s eyes widen in fascination.
“It’s so pretty,” her girlfriend says, breathily.
But not anymore prettier than you, a voice at the back of Koushi’s mind blurts, and Koushi bites her tongue at her own cheesiness. Hastily, she asks, “What Class do you think its memory holds?”
Oikawa scrunches her nose, features screwed up in concentration as if it’ll reveal its secret if she squints at it hard enough. “Dark Mage,” she announces finally.
Koushi blinks. “Why so?’
“Because when you Dress Change to a Dark Mage, Suga-chan will become all the more bewitching,” comes the gleeful answer.
She promptly jabs Oikawa’s waist, ignores her squeak, and crowds her until Oikawa’s back thumps against the boulder. Koushi smiles her sweetest, most dangerous, right then; she hooks a finger into the valley-end of Oikawa’s crop top collar and lets it touch her cleavage.
It remains there. Steady. Menacing.
“You were saying…?”
In reply, Oikawa slides a smooth thigh into the gap between Koushi’s legs, grinds it, slowly, against Koushi’s crotch. Brown eyes flash with challenge, and Oikawa’s voice is smug when she shoots back, “Never knew you had hearing problems, Suga-chan~”
“Oi.”
They jump apart, only to slump in relief when they realise it’s just Iwaizumi who interrupted them.
“Iwa-chan, you scared me!” Oikawa folds her arms and pouts. “I thought you were a Barrelwyrm, but it turns out you’re just being a cockblocker!”
Iwaizumi rears back, instantly annoyed. “Haaa—? You two were the ones who let your guards down in the first place!”
Iwaizumi and Oikawa launch into their usual bickering, and Koushi simply rolls her eyes at their antics.
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
no tags, kabedon, rule 63
510 words, Final Fantasy X-2 AU so kinda Yuna!Suga, Rikku!Oikawa, Paine!Iwaizumi
Koushi fishes out the dressphere that’s hidden behind an ore boulder towering on one of Besaid’s shores.
Its crystal surface feels warm in her hands, and there’s a swirl of lavender voltage within, belying a dormant power despite its beautiful glow. She pockets it happily, head already whirring with possibilities on how to best apply the dressphere to her Garment Grid once she figures out its Class, when she hears someone calling for her; Koushi turns around, and sees Oikawa sliding down a sandy cliff pass, feet landing neatly beside the other end of the boulder.
“Yaho~!” Oikawa chirps, flashes her trademark peace sign as she straightens up. Her brown hair, piled in haphazard braids and tufts, is blown askew by the sea breeze, and Koushi’s surprised that her girlfriend is not bothered by its mess for once. Oikawa’s usually a stickler about her appearance, and no matter how rough their jobs as travelling scavengers can get, she’s the one who miraculously still looks put together at the end of the day. The girl grins, skipping forward to place her hands atop Koushi’s shoulder, which so happens to be her favourite spot of Koushi’s body to lean her chin on. “Found something nice, Suga-chan?”
“I hope so,” Koushi hums. She takes the dressphere out of her backpocket and holds it up to the sky, heart bubbling with fondness as she watches Oikawa’s eyes widen in fascination.
“It’s so pretty,” her girlfriend says, breathily.
But not anymore prettier than you, a voice at the back of Koushi’s mind blurts, and Koushi bites her tongue at her own cheesiness. Hastily, she asks, “What Class do you think its memory holds?”
Oikawa scrunches her nose, features screwed up in concentration as if it’ll reveal its secret if she squints at it hard enough. “Dark Mage,” she announces finally.
Koushi blinks. “Why so?’
“Because when you Dress Change to a Dark Mage, Suga-chan will become all the more bewitching,” comes the gleeful answer.
She promptly jabs Oikawa’s waist, ignores her squeak, and crowds her until Oikawa’s back thumps against the boulder. Koushi smiles her sweetest, most dangerous, right then; she hooks a finger into the valley-end of Oikawa’s crop top collar and lets it touch her cleavage.
It remains there. Steady. Menacing.
“You were saying…?”
In reply, Oikawa slides a smooth thigh into the gap between Koushi’s legs, grinds it, slowly, against Koushi’s crotch. Brown eyes flash with challenge, and Oikawa’s voice is smug when she shoots back, “Never knew you had hearing problems, Suga-chan~”
“Oi.”
They jump apart, only to slump in relief when they realise it’s just Iwaizumi who interrupted them.
“Iwa-chan, you scared me!” Oikawa folds her arms and pouts. “I thought you were a Barrelwyrm, but it turns out you’re just being a cockblocker!”
Iwaizumi rears back, instantly annoyed. “Haaa—? You two were the ones who let your guards down in the first place!”
Iwaizumi and Oikawa launch into their usual bickering, and Koushi simply rolls her eyes at their antics.
(The dressphere in her grasp shines calmly on.)