Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu! no tags, rule 63, elemental magic 434 words
“I thought you’d be more of a water person, Oikawa-san.”
“Oh?” Oikawa hums and whirls her hand in vague motions, lets the flames she has conjured track its direction. Her grin is unfairly sharp; Kageyama thinks it’s sort of fitting for one who cuts to the point— and sometimes away— as much as her. “What’s these grand delusions about me, Tobio-chan?”
The emanating heat prickles on her skin, turning her lips dry, and Kageyama wishes she had the foresight of bringing a bottle of water with her before she started looking for her senior in the practice halls. She swallows the saliva that’s collected at the back of her throat. “I was just guessing…I guess.” Kageyama internally cringes at her own choice of words. “You’ve never told me which element you favoured.”
“And for good reason,” the other girl laughs and waves flippantly. “You don’t go telling a future opponent your secrets now, do you?”
Kageyama flinches because what Oikawa has said is true; there may be two years between them but Kageyama’s eligible to participate in the professional circuit now, she’d gotten her magic certification just two weeks ago. She sighs; why does Oikawa always have to make so much sense, and yet not, at the same time? “It’s not like I’m going to use it against you—“
A tiny burst of flame spirals forth by Kageyama’s feet.
“Care to repeat that again?” Oikawa’s are narrowed, ever so dangerous as she’s poised to make it surge if Kageyama so much as missteps (both literal and figuratively).
Two years ago she’d have been cowed but they’re equals now so Kageyama stands her ground. “I mean it. I won’t use whatever you tell me against you.” She flicks her fingers; droplets of water spray from the tips of her nails, extinguishing the fire below. When she looks up, her gaze is as steady as a river current making its way through the downstream. “You’ll just learn something new to make up for whatever you’ve lost.”
Oikawa tsks, then, squints at Kageyama. “You’re no fun anymore. Why do all the kids grow up too fast these days?”
(Kageyama barely bites down on the says the one who moved further, faster, than anyone else in junior academy that nearly tips off her tongue.)
The older girl taps her thigh twice, and her flames curl into themselves, melting inwards like molten lava and pooling in a circle; they blast upwards one last time, and in that moment, everything is an illumination of red.
Oikawa’s hair is rust when she says: “Let’s see who crushes who first now.”
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
no tags, rule 63, elemental magic
434 words
“I thought you’d be more of a water person, Oikawa-san.”
“Oh?” Oikawa hums and whirls her hand in vague motions, lets the flames she has conjured track its direction. Her grin is unfairly sharp; Kageyama thinks it’s sort of fitting for one who cuts to the point— and sometimes away— as much as her. “What’s these grand delusions about me, Tobio-chan?”
The emanating heat prickles on her skin, turning her lips dry, and Kageyama wishes she had the foresight of bringing a bottle of water with her before she started looking for her senior in the practice halls. She swallows the saliva that’s collected at the back of her throat. “I was just guessing…I guess.” Kageyama internally cringes at her own choice of words. “You’ve never told me which element you favoured.”
“And for good reason,” the other girl laughs and waves flippantly. “You don’t go telling a future opponent your secrets now, do you?”
Kageyama flinches because what Oikawa has said is true; there may be two years between them but Kageyama’s eligible to participate in the professional circuit now, she’d gotten her magic certification just two weeks ago. She sighs; why does Oikawa always have to make so much sense, and yet not, at the same time? “It’s not like I’m going to use it against you—“
A tiny burst of flame spirals forth by Kageyama’s feet.
“Care to repeat that again?” Oikawa’s are narrowed, ever so dangerous as she’s poised to make it surge if Kageyama so much as missteps (both literal and figuratively).
Two years ago she’d have been cowed but they’re equals now so Kageyama stands her ground. “I mean it. I won’t use whatever you tell me against you.” She flicks her fingers; droplets of water spray from the tips of her nails, extinguishing the fire below. When she looks up, her gaze is as steady as a river current making its way through the downstream. “You’ll just learn something new to make up for whatever you’ve lost.”
Oikawa tsks, then, squints at Kageyama. “You’re no fun anymore. Why do all the kids grow up too fast these days?”
(Kageyama barely bites down on the says the one who moved further, faster, than anyone else in junior academy that nearly tips off her tongue.)
The older girl taps her thigh twice, and her flames curl into themselves, melting inwards like molten lava and pooling in a circle; they blast upwards one last time, and in that moment, everything is an illumination of red.
Oikawa’s hair is rust when she says: “Let’s see who crushes who first now.”