Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Haikyuu! no tags 428 words, Card Captor Sakura!AU aka guess who's Sakura here
Hajime has to be very frank when he asks, “Why am I the one who has to go around catching the Clow Cards?”
“Because the Sun Guardian chose you or something along those lines, isn’t it?” Hanamaki nudges the aforementioned Sun Guardian who’s slumped on the small cushion Hajime has set on the desk for him; Matsukawa blinks awake and brings a paw up to muffle his yawn. He’s still sluggish as he gets up, tiny wings lazily fluttering, tail curling around the mug of honey milk beside him.
He takes a sip, clearly enjoying the sweetness of the drink and leeches the heat from it as well. “If it makes things easier, just think of the Cards as bugs.” He licks the cream clinging to his mouth. “You know, the ones you loved to chase after when you were a kid.”
“The grandest, biggest Insect Catch-‘Em-All,” Hanamaki adds just for the sake of playing devil’s advocate.
Hajime glowers at his so-called best friend. “Don’t think I won’t rip the costumes you force me to wear every time a Card pops up.”
The so-called best friend merely remains unfazed; he taps a finger on the camcorder he always somehow magically manages to whip out even during the most erratic of moments. “Do your worst. I’ve got all the memories I’ll ever need of them here.”
Gritting his teeth, Iwaizumi points out, “What you mean is you’ve got all the blackmail you’ll ever need from me.”
“Astute,” the other boy grins and replies, sharing a look of mutual satisfaction with Matsukawa.
“You’ve got to admit though, you do look rather fetching in them,” the Sun Guardian tries to reason, “and Makki’s sewing skills are truly a marvel.” He waggles his thick eyebrows for further emphasis.
“What’s so wrong with using regular clothes?” Hajime groans. He tugs the mug away from Matsukawa’s grasp in spite of his protestations; let that be a lesson to him when it comes to choosing sides and battles.
Hanamaki chortles. “At least I know there’s someone else other than Mattsun who appreciates the clothes I make for you.”
Hajime’s head whips around and the expression on his face could boil water. “Do not.”
“Ah, yes,” Matsukawa joins in on the fun. “A certain counterpart from Miyagi who’s after the Clow Cards too.” He grins deviously; it makes Iwaizumi shudder in horror.
“Who are you both trying to imply?”
Hanamaki and Matsukawa chime gleefully in unison: “Who else? Oikawa, of course!”
(Iwaizumi nearly summons Firey to make them repent, which is a truly sobering reality, indeed.)
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
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428 words, Card Captor Sakura!AU aka guess who's Sakura here
Hajime has to be very frank when he asks, “Why am I the one who has to go around catching the Clow Cards?”
“Because the Sun Guardian chose you or something along those lines, isn’t it?” Hanamaki nudges the aforementioned Sun Guardian who’s slumped on the small cushion Hajime has set on the desk for him; Matsukawa blinks awake and brings a paw up to muffle his yawn. He’s still sluggish as he gets up, tiny wings lazily fluttering, tail curling around the mug of honey milk beside him.
He takes a sip, clearly enjoying the sweetness of the drink and leeches the heat from it as well. “If it makes things easier, just think of the Cards as bugs.” He licks the cream clinging to his mouth. “You know, the ones you loved to chase after when you were a kid.”
“The grandest, biggest Insect Catch-‘Em-All,” Hanamaki adds just for the sake of playing devil’s advocate.
Hajime glowers at his so-called best friend. “Don’t think I won’t rip the costumes you force me to wear every time a Card pops up.”
The so-called best friend merely remains unfazed; he taps a finger on the camcorder he always somehow magically manages to whip out even during the most erratic of moments. “Do your worst. I’ve got all the memories I’ll ever need of them here.”
Gritting his teeth, Iwaizumi points out, “What you mean is you’ve got all the blackmail you’ll ever need from me.”
“Astute,” the other boy grins and replies, sharing a look of mutual satisfaction with Matsukawa.
“You’ve got to admit though, you do look rather fetching in them,” the Sun Guardian tries to reason, “and Makki’s sewing skills are truly a marvel.” He waggles his thick eyebrows for further emphasis.
“What’s so wrong with using regular clothes?” Hajime groans. He tugs the mug away from Matsukawa’s grasp in spite of his protestations; let that be a lesson to him when it comes to choosing sides and battles.
Hanamaki chortles. “At least I know there’s someone else other than Mattsun who appreciates the clothes I make for you.”
Hajime’s head whips around and the expression on his face could boil water. “Do not.”
“Ah, yes,” Matsukawa joins in on the fun. “A certain counterpart from Miyagi who’s after the Clow Cards too.” He grins deviously; it makes Iwaizumi shudder in horror.
“Who are you both trying to imply?”
Hanamaki and Matsukawa chime gleefully in unison: “Who else? Oikawa, of course!”
(Iwaizumi nearly summons Firey to make them repent, which is a truly sobering reality, indeed.)