Ship: sawamura daichi / sugawara koushi Fandom: haikyuu Major tags: none Other tags: heights, urban exploration Square: seventeen storeys off the ground Word count: 511
nara dreamland is kinda creepy, would not recommend
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“You’re crazy,” Daichi yells.
“I can’t hear you saying how crazy I am,” Suga yells right back. “Over how loud your own crazy sounds right now.”
Suga knows better to look down. In fact, Suga knows best to look straight ahead, gloved, practiced hands gripping tight around the curved metal of the rollercoaster railing. His feet are planted securely in the tracks, and he knows that Daichi is doing the same just over his shoulder.
It feels like they’re a billion metres off the ground, it feels like even the easiest wind could leave them lightheaded, dangerous, but the pale morning sun is cresting the sky and everything is awash in gold, and Suga has always loved that feeling of being on top of the world; that feeling like flying.
Daichi and Suga have been exploring urban ruins for about five years now, ever since the thrill of it took hold of them in their first year of university, but this was surely a first. They were in Nara on vacation, here to breathe in the soft air of the green park, maybe see some deer, all very solid and normal travel plans for two people who needed a small break in their overwhelmingly busy lives. But when Suga had learned from a blog post that the Nara Dreamland amusement park — dreamy and fantastical and not quite right in the height of its day, eerie and surreal in the twilight of its ruin — was finally set to be demolished this year, his eyes had taken on that gleam, the one that says something about the mischief of crows, the one that has always led Daichi astray with it, afield, aflight.
“Higher, we can still go higher!” Suga yells behind him again, and if once he had followed close behind the stride of Daichi’s sure step, it was now Suga that led them deep into the thick of it all, Suga who was always so restless with the entirety of where he was, always so dissatisfied.
Daichi can’t help but smile at this, watching this Suga of this moment now steadily climbing into the dangerous loop of a rollercoaster flaking faded pink and teal paint onto their hands, and Suga is still laughing bright and open, urging them higher still. And Daichi follows. He’ll always follow.
“Wasn’t it worth it?” Suga says softly, an almost-whisper, as if the air here could break under anything louder. They’re sitting in the loop of the rollercoaster somewhere high above the world, and everywhere around them is blue and pale gold sky. Daichi pulls out the little Polaroid camera they carry as part of their documentation gear, and quickly snaps a photo of Suga under the arch of the rollercoaster tracks. Always. He takes another of Suga grinning at him, pale sun like gold in his hair. Always, always. He takes another of Suga turning to face away from the light wind, misses what Suga says softly in that moment.
“Always,” Daichi says out loud, and this time the wind carries the words home.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, C1, G
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: heights, urban exploration
Square: seventeen storeys off the ground
Word count: 511
nara dreamland is kinda creepy, would not recommend
***
“You’re crazy,” Daichi yells.
“I can’t hear you saying how crazy I am,” Suga yells right back. “Over how loud your own crazy sounds right now.”
Suga knows better to look down. In fact, Suga knows best to look straight ahead, gloved, practiced hands gripping tight around the curved metal of the rollercoaster railing. His feet are planted securely in the tracks, and he knows that Daichi is doing the same just over his shoulder.
It feels like they’re a billion metres off the ground, it feels like even the easiest wind could leave them lightheaded, dangerous, but the pale morning sun is cresting the sky and everything is awash in gold, and Suga has always loved that feeling of being on top of the world; that feeling like flying.
Daichi and Suga have been exploring urban ruins for about five years now, ever since the thrill of it took hold of them in their first year of university, but this was surely a first. They were in Nara on vacation, here to breathe in the soft air of the green park, maybe see some deer, all very solid and normal travel plans for two people who needed a small break in their overwhelmingly busy lives. But when Suga had learned from a blog post that the Nara Dreamland amusement park — dreamy and fantastical and not quite right in the height of its day, eerie and surreal in the twilight of its ruin — was finally set to be demolished this year, his eyes had taken on that gleam, the one that says something about the mischief of crows, the one that has always led Daichi astray with it, afield, aflight.
“Higher, we can still go higher!” Suga yells behind him again, and if once he had followed close behind the stride of Daichi’s sure step, it was now Suga that led them deep into the thick of it all, Suga who was always so restless with the entirety of where he was, always so dissatisfied.
Daichi can’t help but smile at this, watching this Suga of this moment now steadily climbing into the dangerous loop of a rollercoaster flaking faded pink and teal paint onto their hands, and Suga is still laughing bright and open, urging them higher still. And Daichi follows. He’ll always follow.
“Wasn’t it worth it?” Suga says softly, an almost-whisper, as if the air here could break under anything louder. They’re sitting in the loop of the rollercoaster somewhere high above the world, and everywhere around them is blue and pale gold sky. Daichi pulls out the little Polaroid camera they carry as part of their documentation gear, and quickly snaps a photo of Suga under the arch of the rollercoaster tracks. Always. He takes another of Suga grinning at him, pale sun like gold in his hair. Always, always. He takes another of Suga turning to face away from the light wind, misses what Suga says softly in that moment.
“Always,” Daichi says out loud, and this time the wind carries the words home.