Ship: Aoyagi Hajime & Koga Kimitaka & Teshima Junta Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal Major Tags: None Other Tags: JoJo's bizzare adventure part 7 mild spoilers Word Count: 601
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Koga thinks he’s made a good attempt at ignoring Teshima as he trailed a little ways behind him. But after trudging through the hot desert sun since the break of dawn, with little to entertain or distract himself other than concentrating on staying on his horse, his patience is wearing a little thin.
“Could you shut up?” he snaps, barely turning around to catch sight of the other. “And where the hell did you find a piano anyway?”
“A miniature piano, thank you.” Teshima replies with a grin, pausing in his train wreck of a ‘song’. “And what better way to pass the time than singing?”
“I’d hardly call that singing.” Koga shoots back. “You’ve just been repeating the same two words over and over. For hours”
“Three words. Sometimes I say Gorgonzola.”
Koga closes his eyes, turns back around and resists the urge to shoot him with something. But that would mean less eyes on the horizon to watch their backs. But as Teshima breaks into another chorus, he wonders if maybe he’d be fine anyway.
The sudden clang of keys and shout surprises him, but he doesn’t bother to turn around. Serves him right, he thinks, assuming the guy swallowed a fly or something, and only throws a look over his shoulder after he stops hearing the sound of hoofsteps from behind him.
Teshima’s…mouth has some weird white thing covering it, and he’s clawing at it with a look of mild panic on his face. What the heck was that? Not that he isn’t thankful for the silence, but honestly… where on earth did it come from? He brings his horse around and reaches up to try and help pry the stuff off, but a cough somewhere to the left of Teshima makes him pause.
Seemingly out of the air, a rider materialises on the other side of Teshima’s horse; one hand resting on the animal’s flank, the other reaching up as if to grab Koga’s hand to stop him from touching the goop.
“Hot pants?” He says aloud. The rider from the start like… The one who gave them heads up about that other rider who-
“Aoyagi, actually.”
“Aoyagi?” he tries again. The rider from the start like… The one who gave them heads up about that other rider who-
“Wait, why did you register your name as Hot Pants of all things?”
Funnily enough, both Teshima and Hot Pa-Aoyagi wear twin looks of exasperation at that. As if to say ‘that’s what you want to ask?’
“Is that what you want to ask?” Aoyagi sighs in a perfect example of fate trying to be funny. “Nothing else? Are you sure?”
“The vanishing trick was cool, you managed to shut Teshima up, so yes. That’s what I want to ask.”
Teshima makes an indignant noise from behind the goop, but Aoyagi snorts in amusement. “I couldn’t listen anymore. I’ve been following you two for hours and if I didn’t shut him up, I would have definitely killed someone. Most likely Teshima.”
Another indignant noise causes Koga to snort, shaking in silent laughter even as Teshima stares at him with a look of utter betrayal.
“Don’t worry,” Aoyagi says, turning his attention to Teshima and patting him on the shoulder. “It’ll dissolve in a few hours. Give those vocals a rest for now, okay?”
And while Koga’s not entirely aware of what just happened, he’s more than grateful for the silence.
“Ride with us for a while.” He grins. “Since you were sneaking back there and following us, might as well.”
FILL: [Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo], [G]
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: JoJo's bizzare adventure part 7 mild spoilers
Word Count: 601
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Koga thinks he’s made a good attempt at ignoring Teshima as he trailed a little ways behind him. But after trudging through the hot desert sun since the break of dawn, with little to entertain or distract himself other than concentrating on staying on his horse, his patience is wearing a little thin.
“Could you shut up?” he snaps, barely turning around to catch sight of the other. “And where the hell did you find a piano anyway?”
“A miniature piano, thank you.” Teshima replies with a grin, pausing in his train wreck of a ‘song’. “And what better way to pass the time than singing?”
“I’d hardly call that singing.” Koga shoots back. “You’ve just been repeating the same two words over and over. For hours”
“Three words. Sometimes I say Gorgonzola.”
Koga closes his eyes, turns back around and resists the urge to shoot him with something. But that would mean less eyes on the horizon to watch their backs. But as Teshima breaks into another chorus, he wonders if maybe he’d be fine anyway.
The sudden clang of keys and shout surprises him, but he doesn’t bother to turn around.
Serves him right, he thinks, assuming the guy swallowed a fly or something, and only throws a look over his shoulder after he stops hearing the sound of hoofsteps from behind him.
Teshima’s…mouth has some weird white thing covering it, and he’s clawing at it with a look of mild panic on his face. What the heck was that? Not that he isn’t thankful for the silence, but honestly… where on earth did it come from? He brings his horse around and reaches up to try and help pry the stuff off, but a cough somewhere to the left of Teshima makes him pause.
Seemingly out of the air, a rider materialises on the other side of Teshima’s horse; one hand resting on the animal’s flank, the other reaching up as if to grab Koga’s hand to stop him from touching the goop.
“Hot pants?” He says aloud. The rider from the start like… The one who gave them heads up about that other rider who-
“Aoyagi, actually.”
“Aoyagi?” he tries again. The rider from the start like… The one who gave them heads up about that other rider who-
“Wait, why did you register your name as Hot Pants of all things?”
Funnily enough, both Teshima and Hot Pa-Aoyagi wear twin looks of exasperation at that. As if to say ‘that’s what you want to ask?’
“Is that what you want to ask?” Aoyagi sighs in a perfect example of fate trying to be funny. “Nothing else? Are you sure?”
“The vanishing trick was cool, you managed to shut Teshima up, so yes. That’s what I want to ask.”
Teshima makes an indignant noise from behind the goop, but Aoyagi snorts in amusement.
“I couldn’t listen anymore. I’ve been following you two for hours and if I didn’t shut him up, I would have definitely killed someone. Most likely Teshima.”
Another indignant noise causes Koga to snort, shaking in silent laughter even as Teshima stares at him with a look of utter betrayal.
“Don’t worry,” Aoyagi says, turning his attention to Teshima and patting him on the shoulder. “It’ll dissolve in a few hours. Give those vocals a rest for now, okay?”
And while Koga’s not entirely aware of what just happened, he’s more than grateful for the silence.
“Ride with us for a while.” He grins. “Since you were sneaking back there and following us, might as well.”