Ship: Sawamura Sanae & Natsuo Ishido Fandom: Teppuu Major Tags: Physical abuse (?) Other Tags: Just a whole bunch of violent urges and resentment Word Count: 420
The 'T' is mostly to be safe
*** Sanae-chan
Sometimes it was hard to believe that the Natsuo in Sanae's memories and the Natsuo that walked the halls were the same person. Before, Natsuo had been- well, she'd never been entirely considerate, but she hadn't been cruel, either. Just too young and too talented, and she didn't understand that not everyone could do what she could. Sanae could see it in her eyes, the genuine puzzlement when she asked “What do you mean, you can't do that? It's so easy.” Sanae, though not as naturally gifted as Natsuo, understood. Some things came easier to some people, and when you're young it's simple to think that the things you can do are perfectly normal.
Natsuo had looked up to her, once, called her Sanae-chan and started karate. Then things had changed. She'd changed. Sanae still wasn't entirely sure what happened, other than it had something to do with Natsuo's ass of a brother. She never understood why Natsuo was so loyal to him- he didn't deserve it. Not like Sanae did, Sanae, who had rescued Natsuo and befriended her and helped her learn how to fight. And yet, when Sanae beat him, Natsuo turned on her instead of realizing that her brother was no one worth looking up to.
Sanae wondered (didn't want to, but wondered all the same) what things would be like if they'd stayed friends. If Natsuo hadn't turned on her and humiliated her with that awful smile on her face. It could be Sanae and Natsuo and Mai in the karate club, winning tournaments. A senpai and her beloved kouhai.
Or was that too optimistic? Maybe Natsuo had always been one undeserved victory away from the disrespectful brat she'd become. Sanae's blood boiled every time she heard someone talk about how Natsuo acted in gym, in clubs, in class. Every time she saw Natsuo looking bored or smirking, Sanae longed to beat some respect into her. She was good, true, and she'd beat Sanae before, but Sanae knew she could win. She'd been working hard this entire time, and Natsuo was lazy.
If Sanae beat her, maybe Natsuo would stop being such a brat. Maybe she'd realize that talent only gets you so far; hard work is better. At the very least, she'd stop walking around with that superior attitude. She wouldn't deserve it (she didn't deserve it now).
Natsuo had called her Sanae-chan, once. Maybe, one day, she'd call her that again.
I'm going to try a couple of different things on you, Sanae-chan.
Fill: TEAM GRANDSTAND, B2, T
Fandom: Teppuu
Major Tags: Physical abuse (?)
Other Tags: Just a whole bunch of violent urges and resentment
Word Count: 420
The 'T' is mostly to be safe
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Sanae-chan
Sometimes it was hard to believe that the Natsuo in Sanae's memories and the Natsuo that walked the halls were the same person. Before, Natsuo had been- well, she'd never been entirely considerate, but she hadn't been cruel, either. Just too young and too talented, and she didn't understand that not everyone could do what she could. Sanae could see it in her eyes, the genuine puzzlement when she asked “What do you mean, you can't do that? It's so easy.” Sanae, though not as naturally gifted as Natsuo, understood. Some things came easier to some people, and when you're young it's simple to think that the things you can do are perfectly normal.
Natsuo had looked up to her, once, called her Sanae-chan and started karate. Then things had changed. She'd changed. Sanae still wasn't entirely sure what happened, other than it had something to do with Natsuo's ass of a brother. She never understood why Natsuo was so loyal to him- he didn't deserve it. Not like Sanae did, Sanae, who had rescued Natsuo and befriended her and helped her learn how to fight. And yet, when Sanae beat him, Natsuo turned on her instead of realizing that her brother was no one worth looking up to.
Sanae wondered (didn't want to, but wondered all the same) what things would be like if they'd stayed friends. If Natsuo hadn't turned on her and humiliated her with that awful smile on her face. It could be Sanae and Natsuo and Mai in the karate club, winning tournaments. A senpai and her beloved kouhai.
Or was that too optimistic? Maybe Natsuo had always been one undeserved victory away from the disrespectful brat she'd become. Sanae's blood boiled every time she heard someone talk about how Natsuo acted in gym, in clubs, in class. Every time she saw Natsuo looking bored or smirking, Sanae longed to beat some respect into her. She was good, true, and she'd beat Sanae before, but Sanae knew she could win. She'd been working hard this entire time, and Natsuo was lazy.
If Sanae beat her, maybe Natsuo would stop being such a brat. Maybe she'd realize that talent only gets you so far; hard work is better. At the very least, she'd stop walking around with that superior attitude. She wouldn't deserve it (she didn't deserve it now).
Natsuo had called her Sanae-chan, once. Maybe, one day, she'd call her that again.
I'm going to try a couple of different things on you, Sanae-chan.