Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru & Kinjou Shingo (Prince of Tennis & Yowamushi Pedal) Tags: no major tags, overbearingly proud parent, one vague reference to Inui Juice, gee Kinjou how come you get two dads? Word Count: 735
Owls swoop in from up high in the great hall, with a flurry of feathers and parchment flapping in the air as they descend upon the students. Kinjou winces slightly, waiting. Shinkai is eating his breakfast just across the table, but Kinjou can still tell he’s waiting expectantly. If Kinjou wanted to, he knows he could look up and see Makishima and Tadokoro gawking from their respective houses’ tables farther off into the great hall, but Kinjou decides he’d rather avoid thinking about his audience.
An owl plops a letter down in front of him, and Kinjou shuts his eyes, not wanting to see how many more will pile up. But, slowly, time passes, and the flutter of wings grows fainter and eventually fades away, and Kinjou braves opening his eyes to see that the letter sitting in front of him is still the only thing that came in the mail for him today.
“I think the nightmare is over,” Shinkai mutters around a piece of bacon.
Kinjou looks up to see Makishima frowning, as if confused, before turning away. Tadokoro is practically standing on his table to get a better look all the way across the hall, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
Kinjou is a bit shocked by it all too. He picks up the one, singular, letter and turns it over in his hands.
“You think maybe your dad’s hand cramped up too much for his normal batch of fifty letters?” Shinkai asks.
Kinjou frowns. “At this point, that seems like a fair assumption.”
“Well, I hope it’s not the end of the care packages though,” Shinkai says.
Kinjou’s frown turns even more sour. “I can’t believe you like the juice.”
Shinkai shrugs. “Like is a strong word, but it’s not that bad.”
Kinjou sighs, and brings himself to pry open the letter. It’s illogical, but part of him half expects it to be filled with twenty more letters charmed to fit in a smaller envelope. But to his relief, the parchment inside is completely normal. He unfolds it and scans his eyes over it.
“Oh.”
Shinkai leans forward expectantly at that note of surprise. “Oh?”
“It’s from my other dad,” Kinjou says.
Shinkai raises an eyebrow. “You have a spare one? Just in case?”
Kinjou ignores him, instead reading over the note.
Shingo,
I am very sorry for the previous spam mail you received from your father over the past week. I was unaware of the volume of letters and packages that your father was sending out, until I realized that all of my messenger owls were far too exhausted for their normal data collection duties.
I have spoken to your father and he has agreed to give it a rest, at least for the time being, to allow you to settle in to your new arrangements at Hogwarts.
I also told him that if he is diligent and leaves you alone for an entire week, I will allow him to send you a special present of his choosing, assuming that my owls are once again well rested at that time.
He also wanted to make sure that I let you know that he only sent you so much because he loves you and because he is very proud of you.
He didn’t instruct me to tell you this part, but I thought that you would find it interesting that your father, despite eventually developing a strong loyalty and pride in Hufflepuff house, was initially extremely disappointed that he was not sorted into Slytherin. I suspect this is why he sent you such a large volume of inquiries, such as asking about details of your common room and other amenities, fulfilling a perhaps unconscious wish to live vicariously as a Slytherin through you.
(I would also like to commend you on your reply of sending him pictures of the interior of Hufflepuff house, which had him sputtering in disbelief for most of the night. I’m not sure how you gained access to a different house’s common room, but I applaud your ingenuity.)
In any case, best wishes for your time at Hogwarts.
Sincerely, Your Dad
When Kinjou looks up, Shinkai is still giving him an interested glance. “So?”
Kinjou folds up the letter and stuffs it neatly back into its envelope. “My dad enjoyed the pictures you took.”
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G
Tags: no major tags, overbearingly proud parent, one vague reference to Inui Juice, gee Kinjou how come you get two dads?
Word Count: 735
A remix of
Owls swoop in from up high in the great hall, with a flurry of feathers and parchment flapping in the air as they descend upon the students. Kinjou winces slightly, waiting. Shinkai is eating his breakfast just across the table, but Kinjou can still tell he’s waiting expectantly. If Kinjou wanted to, he knows he could look up and see Makishima and Tadokoro gawking from their respective houses’ tables farther off into the great hall, but Kinjou decides he’d rather avoid thinking about his audience.
An owl plops a letter down in front of him, and Kinjou shuts his eyes, not wanting to see how many more will pile up. But, slowly, time passes, and the flutter of wings grows fainter and eventually fades away, and Kinjou braves opening his eyes to see that the letter sitting in front of him is still the only thing that came in the mail for him today.
“I think the nightmare is over,” Shinkai mutters around a piece of bacon.
Kinjou looks up to see Makishima frowning, as if confused, before turning away. Tadokoro is practically standing on his table to get a better look all the way across the hall, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
Kinjou is a bit shocked by it all too. He picks up the one, singular, letter and turns it over in his hands.
“You think maybe your dad’s hand cramped up too much for his normal batch of fifty letters?” Shinkai asks.
Kinjou frowns. “At this point, that seems like a fair assumption.”
“Well, I hope it’s not the end of the care packages though,” Shinkai says.
Kinjou’s frown turns even more sour. “I can’t believe you like the juice.”
Shinkai shrugs. “Like is a strong word, but it’s not that bad.”
Kinjou sighs, and brings himself to pry open the letter. It’s illogical, but part of him half expects it to be filled with twenty more letters charmed to fit in a smaller envelope. But to his relief, the parchment inside is completely normal. He unfolds it and scans his eyes over it.
“Oh.”
Shinkai leans forward expectantly at that note of surprise. “Oh?”
“It’s from my other dad,” Kinjou says.
Shinkai raises an eyebrow. “You have a spare one? Just in case?”
Kinjou ignores him, instead reading over the note.
Shingo,
I am very sorry for the previous spam mail you received from your father over the past week. I was unaware of the volume of letters and packages that your father was sending out, until I realized that all of my messenger owls were far too exhausted for their normal data collection duties.
I have spoken to your father and he has agreed to give it a rest, at least for the time being, to allow you to settle in to your new arrangements at Hogwarts.
I also told him that if he is diligent and leaves you alone for an entire week, I will allow him to send you a special present of his choosing, assuming that my owls are once again well rested at that time.
He also wanted to make sure that I let you know that he only sent you so much because he loves you and because he is very proud of you.
He didn’t instruct me to tell you this part, but I thought that you would find it interesting that your father, despite eventually developing a strong loyalty and pride in Hufflepuff house, was initially extremely disappointed that he was not sorted into Slytherin. I suspect this is why he sent you such a large volume of inquiries, such as asking about details of your common room and other amenities, fulfilling a perhaps unconscious wish to live vicariously as a Slytherin through you.
(I would also like to commend you on your reply of sending him pictures of the interior of Hufflepuff house, which had him sputtering in disbelief for most of the night. I’m not sure how you gained access to a different house’s common room, but I applaud your ingenuity.)
In any case, best wishes for your time at Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Your Dad
When Kinjou looks up, Shinkai is still giving him an interested glance. “So?”
Kinjou folds up the letter and stuffs it neatly back into its envelope. “My dad enjoyed the pictures you took.”
Shinkai smirks. “Knew that would get him.”