Koga Kimitaka & Teshima Junta (breifly) & Aoyagi Hajime (breifly) Warnings: Injury, mentions of Death Words: 456
- Lore: Either unimportant or critical parts of your life flash before your eyes when you’re about to die -
It’s his eagerness that kills him, he thinks, as the front wheel of his bike hits the railing. It’s his nervousness too, he thinks as he watches the world flip while his bike stops, saved by the railing, and he keeps going.
- ”You always push yourself” Teshima had sighed, watching him finish his laps. “You should slow down and take it easy. Training hard is one thing, but nothing will come from being reckless.” He’d dismissed his concerns then. But in hindsight, even if he hated to admit it, Teshima was probably right.
- He went too fast, turned too late, the traction lost in a critical moment. He can see the faces of passing cyclists now, he’s flipped upside down and over the edge, and he sees their eyes widen in a second of realisation. Time catches up to him for a moment, slamming him down hard on the side of the incline, throwing him back out into the air.
- “Are you okay?” Hajime asked as he collapsed after his last ten kilometres. He’d done it, finished the laps well before anyone else, the other two dropping out completely.
“I’m fine.” He had responded, even though his legs felt like fire. Hajime frowned, had wrapped an arm around his waist and let him lean on their shoulder all the way to the medical bay.
- He hears something snap, but pain doesn’t register. He wonders if his mind is playing tricks on him, compensating and trying to make sense of what’s happening as the world continues to turn around him in a circle of dirt, sky, dirt, sky. He can taste bitterness in his mouth, and wonders if it’s disappointment. It takes another beat to realise it’s blood, splattered on the grass as he tumbles down the slope. His head bangs hard against the ground when he meets it, jagged rocks and clumps of grass and dirt interrupting his fall, and he’s suddenly dizzy and nauseous all at once.
- ”Kimitaka, right?” The other first years were in front of him, the blonde one hiding behind the curly haired one, the latter holding out his hand. “Let’s work hard this year!” -
When he finally stops, time restarts. It hits him all at once, from the sting of scratched up legs to the jarring pain in his left shoulder. He can’t seem to lift his arms to check, to push his face out of the dirt, and he wonders if he’s dying.
There’s noise around him, but he finds himself unable to pick out words. Voices a garbled mess that he cannot respond to because his brain has disconnected from the rest of his body and he cannot move at all. -
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Warnings: Injury, mentions of Death
Words: 456
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Lore: Either unimportant or critical parts of your life flash before your eyes when you’re about to die
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It’s his eagerness that kills him, he thinks, as the front wheel of his bike hits the railing. It’s his nervousness too, he thinks as he watches the world flip while his bike stops, saved by the railing, and he keeps going.
-
”You always push yourself” Teshima had sighed, watching him finish his laps. “You should slow down and take it easy. Training hard is one thing, but nothing will come from being reckless.”
He’d dismissed his concerns then. But in hindsight, even if he hated to admit it, Teshima was probably right.
-
He went too fast, turned too late, the traction lost in a critical moment. He can see the faces of passing cyclists now, he’s flipped upside down and over the edge, and he sees their eyes widen in a second of realisation.
Time catches up to him for a moment, slamming him down hard on the side of the incline, throwing him back out into the air.
-
“Are you okay?” Hajime asked as he collapsed after his last ten kilometres. He’d done it, finished the laps well before anyone else, the other two dropping out completely.
“I’m fine.” He had responded, even though his legs felt like fire.
Hajime frowned, had wrapped an arm around his waist and let him lean on their shoulder all the way to the medical bay.
-
He hears something snap, but pain doesn’t register. He wonders if his mind is playing tricks on him, compensating and trying to make sense of what’s happening as the world continues to turn around him in a circle of dirt, sky, dirt, sky. He can taste bitterness in his mouth, and wonders if it’s disappointment. It takes another beat to realise it’s blood, splattered on the grass as he tumbles down the slope. His head bangs hard against the ground when he meets it, jagged rocks and clumps of grass and dirt interrupting his fall, and he’s suddenly dizzy and nauseous all at once.
-
”Kimitaka, right?”
The other first years were in front of him, the blonde one hiding behind the curly haired one, the latter holding out his hand.
“Let’s work hard this year!”
-
When he finally stops, time restarts. It hits him all at once, from the sting of scratched up legs to the jarring pain in his left shoulder. He can’t seem to lift his arms to check, to push his face out of the dirt, and he wonders if he’s dying.
There’s noise around him, but he finds himself unable to pick out words. Voices a garbled mess that he cannot respond to because his brain has disconnected from the rest of his body and he cannot move at all.
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