Ship: Ryoma/Kirihara, Mizuki/Yuuta Fandom: Prince of Tennis & Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Square: shoulder injuries Word Count: 466 words
Sports injury warning!
***
Ryoma stared at Yuuta who, to his credit, squirmed only a little under the relentless examination.
“You can’t play in the Summer Split because you hurt your shoulder falling out of your chair?” He asked in a tone that was clearly one of utter disbelief, even if it was split between how could Yuuta be so stupid and how could Yuuta abandon them right before the Summer Split.
“Yeah,” Yuuta said, rubbing his injured shoulder gingerly. He could feel the bandages through the cloth of his light shirt. The only reason he’d even been able to get dressed was because Mizuki had helped him on with the shirt and buttoned it for him. “I went to the doctor and he said that I have to rest it. Typing for hours and hours a day isn’t restful, according to him.”
“He’s an idiot,” Ryoma decided. “We’ll have Inui-senpai look at you. He’ll come up with a sports drink and training schedule for you, and you’ll be back in top lane by the start of the Summer Split.”
“I already went to him. He agreed with the doctor,” Yuuta said glumly.
When Ryoma’s gaze narrowed, Yuuta added desperately, “If drinking something would fix my shoulder, I’d do it straight away. I’d drink a hundred cups of his juices. This isn’t something I want, Ryoma-kun.”
A few more seconds of glaring and then Ryoma relented. “Fine. You can come along with us just in case. Did Inui or Coach Ryuuzaki say who’s replacing you?”
“Shinji,” Yuuta said bleakly.
Ryoma groaned. Shinji drove everyone crazy with his non-stop muttering during games! If it were possible to kill your own teammates, Prinz surely would’ve sent Shinji to his doom.
“Please get well soon, Yuuta-kun,” Ryoma implored.
*
“Is it true that Yuuta hurt--” Kirihara asked as he burst through the door. His sentence stopped halfway as Ryoma’s disgruntled expression confirmed the rumor.
“Fuck,” Kirihara said eloquently. He dropped onto the bed next to Ryoma and casually smoothed a hand over Karupin’s back. While the cat was officially Ryoma’s, it was more of a house mascot by now. He petted Karupin absent-mindedly, twisting over to lie on his side.
Kirihara groaned even louder than Ryoma had. “What’s wrong with Momo-senpair or Taka-senpai? Or Akutsu-senpai?”
“Momo-senpai has to study for exams, Taka-senpai has to focus on helping his father in the sushi shop and Akutsu-senpai split his knuckles open punching someone.”
“I wish I could punch him,” Kirihara grumbled. “That’d teach him how to punch people without splitting his knuckles!”
Both of them considered Kirihara giving Akutsu punching lessons for a few seconds.
“Maybe when his knuckles heal,” Ryoma said.
It’d be a useful contribution to the team on Kirihara’s part, at least.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, B1, T
Ship: Ryoma/Kirihara, Mizuki/Yuuta
Fandom: Prince of Tennis & Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: shoulder injuries
Word Count: 466 words
Sports injury warning!
***
Ryoma stared at Yuuta who, to his credit, squirmed only a little under the relentless examination.
“You can’t play in the Summer Split because you hurt your shoulder falling out of your chair?” He asked in a tone that was clearly one of utter disbelief, even if it was split between how could Yuuta be so stupid and how could Yuuta abandon them right before the Summer Split.
“Yeah,” Yuuta said, rubbing his injured shoulder gingerly. He could feel the bandages through the cloth of his light shirt. The only reason he’d even been able to get dressed was because Mizuki had helped him on with the shirt and buttoned it for him. “I went to the doctor and he said that I have to rest it. Typing for hours and hours a day isn’t restful, according to him.”
“He’s an idiot,” Ryoma decided. “We’ll have Inui-senpai look at you. He’ll come up with a sports drink and training schedule for you, and you’ll be back in top lane by the start of the Summer Split.”
“I already went to him. He agreed with the doctor,” Yuuta said glumly.
When Ryoma’s gaze narrowed, Yuuta added desperately, “If drinking something would fix my shoulder, I’d do it straight away. I’d drink a hundred cups of his juices. This isn’t something I want, Ryoma-kun.”
A few more seconds of glaring and then Ryoma relented. “Fine. You can come along with us just in case. Did Inui or Coach Ryuuzaki say who’s replacing you?”
“Shinji,” Yuuta said bleakly.
Ryoma groaned. Shinji drove everyone crazy with his non-stop muttering during games! If it were possible to kill your own teammates, Prinz surely would’ve sent Shinji to his doom.
“Please get well soon, Yuuta-kun,” Ryoma implored.
*
“Is it true that Yuuta hurt--” Kirihara asked as he burst through the door. His sentence stopped halfway as Ryoma’s disgruntled expression confirmed the rumor.
“Fuck,” Kirihara said eloquently. He dropped onto the bed next to Ryoma and casually smoothed a hand over Karupin’s back. While the cat was officially Ryoma’s, it was more of a house mascot by now. He petted Karupin absent-mindedly, twisting over to lie on his side.
“So who’s replacing him? Momo-senpai? Taka-senpai?”
“Shinji.”
Kirihara groaned even louder than Ryoma had. “What’s wrong with Momo-senpair or Taka-senpai? Or Akutsu-senpai?”
“Momo-senpai has to study for exams, Taka-senpai has to focus on helping his father in the sushi shop and Akutsu-senpai split his knuckles open punching someone.”
“I wish I could punch him,” Kirihara grumbled. “That’d teach him how to punch people without splitting his knuckles!”
Both of them considered Kirihara giving Akutsu punching lessons for a few seconds.
“Maybe when his knuckles heal,” Ryoma said.
It’d be a useful contribution to the team on Kirihara’s part, at least.