Ship: Maezono Kenta & Miyuki Kazuya Fandom: daiya no ace Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Square: lean on me Word Count: 590words
everything i write becomes softer than originally planned
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“You wouldn’t lean on me,” Zono says one night, leaning on the railing outside of Miyuki’s room. “When we were taking you to the hospital.”
Miyuki, who he’d plucked from the clutches of Sawamura and Furuya under the pretense of ‘captain stuff, not you Kuramochi, go back to Donkey Kong,” is next to him, bare elbows against the freezing metal of the railing. Zono wonders if that hurts.
Miyuki’s not looking at him, eyes affixed somewhere out in the darkness.
“Well,” Miyuki says, quietest that Zono has ever heard him, “you wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
Zono gapes at him, indignance clear and plain on his features. “Now hold on a minute.”
“What? Now that Tanba-san has graduated you’ve taken over the ‘guy who hates me the most’ position.” It’s said without any trace of bitterness, either carefully concealed or not felt at all; Miyuki says it like a given, like an observation of a batter written in Nabe’s playbooks.
“I dont-”
“Lying is ugly, Maezono-kun. You need all the help you can get there.” Miyuki’s grin is crooked, his body posed in careful nonchalance.
Anger flares in Zono’s chest, and he glowers at Miyuki, who only shrugs and looks back out towards the field.
“Why do you do that, Miyuki?” He asks eventually, after he’s cooled down a bit. “Why do you piss people off right as you’re just starting to have a real conversatio- oh.”
Oh.
Miyuki laughs humorlessly, and leans to rest his forehead against the iron. “Yeah. Little slow on the uptake there, Kuramochi figured me out right away.”
“Well he’s- you’re just- he likes you a lot, for some reason.” Zono grumbles, staring studiously at his own hands folded on the railing.
Miyuki’s sharp inhale almost makes him look away, but his self discipline is only slightly stronger than that.
After a long moment, Miyuki sighs.
“That’s beside the point. And you’re wrong, but that’s also not the point.”
“But you lean on him, though.” Zono replies, and he thinks it’s clear he’s not only talking about Miyuki’s injury.
He chances a look to Miyuki, and is surprised by the rawness in his face. Miyuki’s drawn his lower lip entirely into his mouth, and his entire expression seems pinched as his throat bobs as he swallows.
“I don’t know what you want from me, Zono.” His voice is impossibly softer, exhaustion seeping into his tone. “I don’t ever know what you or anyone else wants from me, I-” He covers his own mouth, eyes squeezing shut. The breath he takes is halting and unsteady, and Zono feels all of a sudden completely disarmed.
“I don’t want anything.”
“Everybody wants something. They just never want to say it because it’s not polite, which is stupid. People should just say whatever they’re thinking.”
“Like you do?”
“Yeah. It’s easier that way.”
Zono’s not sure what to say to that, so he lapses into silence, watching Miyuki out of the corner of his eye, pretending not to notice when Miyuki swipes his thumbs under his glasses and flicks errant moisture away.
Eventually, it gets too cold to stay outside in slippers and pajamas. Zono pushes away from the railing. Miyuki doesn’t.
“I don’t know what happened to you,” Zono says softly, to Miyuki’s hunched form, “but if you lean on me, I won’t let you fall over.”
“Promise?” He thinks, at first, that he’s imagined it, but the sudden flush on the back of Miyuki’s neck is evidence enough.
FILL: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE, A3, G
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Square: lean on me
Word Count: 590words
everything i write becomes softer than originally planned
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“You wouldn’t lean on me,” Zono says one night, leaning on the railing outside of Miyuki’s room. “When we were taking you to the hospital.”
Miyuki, who he’d plucked from the clutches of Sawamura and Furuya under the pretense of ‘captain stuff, not you Kuramochi, go back to Donkey Kong,” is next to him, bare elbows against the freezing metal of the railing. Zono wonders if that hurts.
Miyuki’s not looking at him, eyes affixed somewhere out in the darkness.
“Well,” Miyuki says, quietest that Zono has ever heard him, “you wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
Zono gapes at him, indignance clear and plain on his features. “Now hold on a minute.”
“What? Now that Tanba-san has graduated you’ve taken over the ‘guy who hates me the most’ position.” It’s said without any trace of bitterness, either carefully concealed or not felt at all; Miyuki says it like a given, like an observation of a batter written in Nabe’s playbooks.
“I dont-”
“Lying is ugly, Maezono-kun. You need all the help you can get there.” Miyuki’s grin is crooked, his body posed in careful nonchalance.
Anger flares in Zono’s chest, and he glowers at Miyuki, who only shrugs and looks back out towards the field.
“Why do you do that, Miyuki?” He asks eventually, after he’s cooled down a bit. “Why do you piss people off right as you’re just starting to have a real conversatio- oh.”
Oh.
Miyuki laughs humorlessly, and leans to rest his forehead against the iron. “Yeah. Little slow on the uptake there, Kuramochi figured me out right away.”
“Well he’s- you’re just- he likes you a lot, for some reason.” Zono grumbles, staring studiously at his own hands folded on the railing.
Miyuki’s sharp inhale almost makes him look away, but his self discipline is only slightly stronger than that.
After a long moment, Miyuki sighs.
“That’s beside the point. And you’re wrong, but that’s also not the point.”
“But you lean on him, though.” Zono replies, and he thinks it’s clear he’s not only talking about Miyuki’s injury.
He chances a look to Miyuki, and is surprised by the rawness in his face. Miyuki’s drawn his lower lip entirely into his mouth, and his entire expression seems pinched as his throat bobs as he swallows.
“I don’t know what you want from me, Zono.” His voice is impossibly softer, exhaustion seeping into his tone. “I don’t ever know what you or anyone else wants from me, I-” He covers his own mouth, eyes squeezing shut. The breath he takes is halting and unsteady, and Zono feels all of a sudden completely disarmed.
“I don’t want anything.”
“Everybody wants something. They just never want to say it because it’s not polite, which is stupid. People should just say whatever they’re thinking.”
“Like you do?”
“Yeah. It’s easier that way.”
Zono’s not sure what to say to that, so he lapses into silence, watching Miyuki out of the corner of his eye, pretending not to notice when Miyuki swipes his thumbs under his glasses and flicks errant moisture away.
Eventually, it gets too cold to stay outside in slippers and pajamas. Zono pushes away from the railing. Miyuki doesn’t.
“I don’t know what happened to you,” Zono says softly, to Miyuki’s hunched form, “but if you lean on me, I won’t let you fall over.”
“Promise?” He thinks, at first, that he’s imagined it, but the sudden flush on the back of Miyuki’s neck is evidence enough.
“Yeah,” Zono says, and walks back to his room.