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Bonus Round 1: AUs

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: Team Grandstand
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Prompt: Haruichi was just about to knee that molester in the junk, but he appreciates that this stranger took the trouble of intervening. (Ore Monogatari!! AU)
Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand
"hm, this looks like a drae prompt"
looks at un
Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand
FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T
Other Tags: if you're predictable i guess i am too smh
Word Count: 1,100
***
Maezono Kenta's not a hero.
If anything, Kenta is more than aware of his shortcomings--for a big guy, he has a lot of them. He works an average, salaryman job. He drives a tiny little smart car. (It's his baby.) His two best friends--well, one of them is his best friend, the other is questionable at best--constantly rag on him for being consistently single, consistently boring, and consistently in bed before 9pm on a work night.
"What happened to you, Zono," he can practically hear in Miyuki's nasally voice from hell, and Kenta grumbles as he kicks a rock on his way home from the train station, imitating the voice in a slightly higher pitched facsimile, "You used to be the big hitter, I guess you've always been like this, ha ha ha"
Not that it's a fair comparison on any day--Miyuki went pro, for fuck's sake, because of course he did, and Zono contends with seeing his face plastered all over every sporting goods store in West Tokyo by remembering that pro-baseball-player-famous-catcher-general-heartthrob is a giant loser outside of work, and also that he sleeps with his mouth open and drooling on the bus if it goes at the right speed. So, there.
At this point in his commute home--just 1.2 kilometers from the train station to his little apartment, he knows it by heart--he'd take just about anything for an interruption, especially considering where his thoughts have drifted to today. Desperate for the distraction, Kenta picks up his phone and unlocks it: it's just past 10 pm.
Figures. Kenta reaches his arms up to the sky to stretch and then drops them, his hand falling onto his neck to try and crack it, when the clatter of a trashcan hitting the pavement startles him, makes him whip his head around towards the direction of the sound. From this distance, even with the moonlight and the poor street lighting, he can see a cascade of paper wrappers and a half torn bag stretched out onto the sidewalk, and he stares at it for a moment, heart pounding in his chest at the startle.
However, he doesn't get much time to calm himself--there's a shout, a growl. Briefly, hysterically, he wonders if the creature of death from the horror movie he and Kuramochi watched the other day has come to life to take him to his maker, but Kenta steels himself with a shake of that ridiculous thought from his head as he waits out a little more action.
His patience is rewarded quickly. "Just give it up, already! Look, I'm havin' a bad day. Ain't it your duty to help out?"
There's another voice, less gruff and growly, very calm--pretty, almost. "No, it's not. I need to get home, so stop blocking my way."
Zono's eyes widen from where he's become an unnecessary bystander to this entire situation. A girl?
"Does it look like a give a fuck? C'moon--" and from where he's standing, Kenta can almost smell the alcohol on his breath, "I live way closer, I'll show you a real good time--"
Maezono Kenta's no hero, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna give a try, which is why he inhales and takes back off towards the alleyway, barking a loud, "OI!" at the top of his lungs as he comes around the corner. There's the scene, a sliver of a girl with pink hair and a guy at least Zono's size, drunk and handsy, and Kenta's fist is flying towards his face before he even thinks about it.
It connects with a satisfying crack, and the man stumbles backwards; Kenta does the same, but keeps his face the same, fierce and intimidating, mouth drawn deep into a frown.
The scene resets, and it's the girl with her knee halfway in the air, staring at Zono with wide, pink--male eyes. Oh, jeez.
He blinks, startled, staring at the guy for a minute, who stares right back, as the assailant picks up a can from the trash can pile he knocked over, throwing it at the back of Kenta's head with a, "H-hey, that hurt, you dick--"
But Kenta doesn't have time for that. He whirls around on the guy and gives him the best meanmug he has in his arsenal--the guy, clearly drunk, pales a little and grumbles something about "fucking giants" as he takes a wobbly step back, and then another, until he turns around and starts to stumble out of the alley, still throwing the occasional curse word at Kenta's back.
But Kenta doesn't care, at least right now. He turns back around and knows he's staring, knows he looks like an absolute goddamn fool, but he can't help it. The person he helped slowly puts his foot back down and brushes himself off--he's lithe, tiny, and his hair is the same color as the sky at sundown, so maybe you couldn't blame Kenta for the mistake. He has to force his brain to start working again, to make some kind of words come out of his mouth, and Kenta ends up clearing his throat, loudly, but the person cuts him off.
"Nice right hook," he says, his tone light and just a little playful, perfectly matching the person speaking it, as he looks up at Kenta and tilts his head a little, mouth curling up into a smile that's just a little sharp on the edges, "Beats self defense every time."
Holy shit.
Kenta forces his brain back into reality, stammers out an, "Uh--yeah, haha, thanks," and continues to stare at him, his cheeks starting to turn pink. There's literally no reason for him to be this flustered, but as he regards this terrifying, beautiful, tiny person he blurts out not anything sensible, but rather, "Can I walk you home?"
The stranger blinks. "What?"
Nice, Kenta. He holds up both of his hands, to try and dispel any worries physically. "Just--yanno. That guy looked kind of shady, he'll probably come back. I wouldn't want--well, you can probably defend yourself, but, you know--"
For just a moment, his smile widens, softens just a little, and even in the dim light, Kenta catches the twinkle of mischief in his eyes--and maybe, if he's not crazy, just a hint of fondness as he saves Zono from himself. "Sure."
Some of the steam leaves Zono's body with a whoosh of an exhale, and he sticks his hand out in greeting, trying to be at least a semblance of polite. "Maezono Kenta."
"Kominato Haruichi."
The stranger--no longer a stranger, Kominato, has a really strong handshake.
Kenta might be in love.
Re: FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T
Zono and his humdrum life disrupted because he tries to be a good guy and then there's this sharp pretty boy and HE SAID THE RIGHT THING, HE ASKED TO HANG OUT MORE good job Zono your life will get so much more interesting from now on.
And I love that he keeps the fact that Miyuki is secretly a huge loser so close to his heart. :3
Re: FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T
salaryman zono with a smart car is my favourite consistent headcanon of yours omg. his baby... and he knows kuramochi. i'm glad he still has his two best friends even if miyuki is still a dick and always will be
and haruichi!!!! so sharp and beautiful and he has a strong handshake no wonder zono's falling hard