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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (1-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Lilia & Sara). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Lilia/Sara). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
Fill: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Asahi has a Panic Attack, a little swearing
Word Count: 1,008
***
Daichi finds him, finally, because the toes of Asahi's shoes stick out from behind the row of lockers where he's hidden himself. He'd take a moment to appreciate how someone as big as Asahi would have thought something as small as a locker could hide all of him, but it's been fifteen minutes since the start of practice, and his overwhelming concern is whether something is wrong.
"Asahi?" Daichi calls.
"Shit," comes the tremolo of Asahi's voice.
"Asahi, hey, I--"
Daichi never wants to assume anything about his teammates or their lives, especially not with people he hasn't known very long, but right now with the way that Asahi looks Daichi fears the absolute worst.
"C-could you just?" Asahi is weeping, he's shivering, he's struggling to breathe, but being so quiet about it, it's no wonder it was hard to find him. Asahi gestures in the air something that looks like a 'keep back' but Daichi is stricken enough to fall to his knees in front of him and tentatively reach out.
"Asahi, what... is your family? Are you?"
Asahi coughs a sob out like a sick laugh, scrubs his face and his eyes with fluttery hands and scoots himself back to press in to the wall. Daichi catches the hint and flops back on his ass to the floor. He's starting to feel really nervous for Asahi. What the hell is happening?
"Can I do anything? Do you -- water?" Asahi shakes his head, continuing to hack the quietest sobs Daichi has ever seen attempted. "I -- shit, food? Can I -- can I call someone?"'
"No!" Asahi manages. He covers his face with both hands and attempts to take some deeper breaths. They hiccup in his chest and Daichi's imagination hears in them any number of horrible, horrible things. Quiet giant be damned, Daichi's about to run and go get coach, get anyone, when Asahi starts again: "I -- I get--"
"What can I get?"
Asahi shakes his head and takes two more deep shuddering breaths. "Panic," he says, inbetween them. "Panic attacks."
"Oh," Daichi says. He immediately looks to where he'd left the door to the room wide open. He looks back at Asahi and points over. "Should I?"
Asahi nods, and Daichi practically runs to the door, peeks out into the hall to see if anyone is coming, if anyone heard. It looks empty, so he shuts it, and pauses at the switch on the wall. "The lights?"
Daichi sees Asahi's hand wave something like a 'No, thanks,' so he leaves them. Daichi walks back and hesitates a little, Asahi's head has dropped between his knees, where his legs have stretched out a little. How does someone so big seem so small?
He sits seiza in front of Asahi. His breath seems to be calming down. He has so many questions. Daichi doesn't know anything about panic attacks, not really, although he'd always thought of them happening to people who weren't like Asahi. They sit in silence for a minute or two, while Daichi's thoughts race and Asahi's shoulders calm down.
"Did, uh, did something happen?" Daichi asks.
"No," Asahi sighs. His voice sounds wrecked and ravaged where it's muffled in his knees. "Sometimes there's a reason, and sometimes it just."
"Happens," Daichi supplies.
"Yeah."
The air conditioning in the room kicks on and Asahi jumps. Daichi, despite himself, laughs a little. Asahi tenses, and Daichi's about to apologize (how could you be such an ass, Sawamura?), but then, he hears Asahi laughing a little, too. And then they're both giggling, and Asahi's red face, shiny and gross from crying, is up and out of his knees, and Daichi feels such a relief that he reaches forward and touches Asahi's shoulder when their laughing ebbs away.
"Are you okay?" Daichi asks, kind of smiling, kind of worried.
"It's... it's happened for a long time." It sounds like there is a long story there, and Daichi realizes that he might never get to hear it. He nods, and Asahi smiles, a little sheepishly. "I was -- I was kind of hoping it wouldn't be a problem at practice, but. Well."
"For what it's worth, it didn't happen at practice. It happened in the lockers."
Asahi laughs a little, rubs his nose on his shirt. "Yeah. My, ah, family knows. About them. Now you do, too."
Daichi nods again, squeezes Asahi's shoulder. "What can I do to help, if it happens again?"
Asahi looks down at his shoes. "I'm -- I go see a -- wow I guess I'm just going to tell you. I -- I'll have a new doctor? Two weeks. I might. It could get better in two weeks. So hopefully they won't be a problem, but. If I -- I guess I'll just..."
"Maybe a signal?"
"Like what?"
"You could tell me something, or a hand signal like we use for plays." Daichi lifts his hand from Asahi to gesture a little in the air. "You could tell me you need some AC."
Asahi laughs. "That would work."
"Okay." Daichi resists the urge to settle his hand back on Asahi again. That would be so weird. He shifts to sit like Asahi, knees bent, hands around his shins. "You need a moment to cool-down."
"Alright," Asahi agrees.
"This works even better, because if you have a scary face while you say it, all our senpais might think you're just" -- Daichi pulls a monstrous exaggerated face -- "really angry."
Asahi yelps. "I hope I don't look like that."
"No, man, no! You don't," Daichi laughs. He rests his chin on his knee. "Do you want to be alone if you have another?"
"I usually do," Asahi says, scratching his head, "but, ah, it was. This time, anyway?" He reaches out to touch Daichi's forearm and looks up at Daichi's face with something grateful and solid and more sure than Daichi's seen on his face in the last ten minutes.
It kicks up a spark in his chest.
"Yeah?" Daichi breathes.
Asahi smiles. "I'm really glad you found me."
Re: Fill: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, T