Bonus Round 5: Clue

[referees]

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!

This round closes on 5 August @ 7PM EDT. (Countdown Timer.)

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
  • Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
  • The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
  • Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
  • The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
  • Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
• 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)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> (the ship your prompt is focused on. "&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. Format the ship name any way you want, but clarity is more likely to get you fills.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; these apply to content *in the prompt itself* and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If your prompt doesn't require tags, write "None" here.) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Prompt:</strong> [Character] in the [location] with the [item].	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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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

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Comments

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: hasekura heath/yagami tomoe
Fandom: prince of stride
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: bad shoe choices

Prompt:
tomoe in the workshop with mock ups and designs for iron sneakers.

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Tomoe/Kyousuke
Fandom: Prince of Stride
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 1031 words

Permanent injury, bitterness, emotional manipulation, sexual content, all that delicious fucked up unhealthy relationship stuff!

***

At first, of course, there was gossip about sabotage and conspiracies and deliberate plots to stop Japan from winning the World Stride Cup.

It turns out the man really was just a drunk driver who hit Tomoe without knowing who he was and he hadn't aimed for Tomoe's leg on purpose; Tomoe had tossed himself out of the way of the car but not been able to draw his leg out of the way in time. It had been Tomoe's fault that his femur shattered all the way from his knee to his ankle but it was the man who paid for the hospital stay because it was his fault that Tomoe was injured at all.

And so ended Tomoe's Stride career.

*

Kyousuke ran like his feet didn't touch the ground. He ran like he was the wind, like the air itself carried him along.

Tomoe watched him on TV and flinched when Riku dedicated their victory to Tomoe, the first Prince of Stride.

He had never wanted his brother's pity.

*

Tomoe had never noticed the way that Kyousuke and Heath looked at him. He'd always been too busy running, their hands the blur that he sped towards. Their faces hadn't been what he focused on but the hands that he needed to Relation with.

Now, stuck in a hospital bed, he watched their faces and saw something that would have held no interest for him before.

He couldn't Stride anymore though. His love was out of reach.

But Heath and Kyousuke could still Stride and it's not fair when they dared to love in such an earthly way (love him, him, who only wanted to fly).

*

Heath had siblings who love him, two of them.

Kyousuke had nobody and the Stride Club let him take the fall. Kyousuke, then, was the perfect choice.

*

"What do you want to do with your life now, Tomoe?" Kyousuke asked and Heath suggested before Tomoe can reply, "Maybe you can be a Relationer!"

Tomo didn't let himself flinch at the well-meaning suggestion. He shrugged instead, letting his gaze turn to the window. "I was thinking of becoming a designer for footwear."

"...That's --" Heath started to say ad then oofed quietly. Kyousuke must've stepped on his foot.

"Heath can bring his designers to your sister to look at," Kyousuke offered. "And I'll help in any way that I can too."

"...Really?" Tomoe glanced back at Kyousuke, the downward dip of his eyelashes as calculated as when he'd pike over obstacles. "You would make a good model."

*

As expected, Kyousuke jumped at the chance to spend more time with Tomoe

Tomoe got Kyousuke used to being touched by him, having Kyousuke let Tomoe create paper-mache casts of his feet and then mould leather to Kyousuke's high arches.

Tomoe's lack of cobbling knowledge didn't matter for his plans. Down in his workshop, his first masterpiece was already taking place.

*

"...Are you sure?" Kyousuke hesitated, hands splayed over Tomoe's chest, hair a fall of snowy white over his own shoulders. "I don't want to hurt you and your leg's still recovering."

"It'll be recovering for the rest of my life," Tomoe said flatly, letting his bitterness show only in his eyes. No more Stride. No more running. The metal pins that held together his calf wearied him even when all he did was walk but his pride refused to accept a wheelchair still.

He reached out and cupped one of Kyousuke's thighs, pulling him a little further up. "But if you're worried about hurting me, you could always ride me instead."

Kyousuke wet his lips and nodded.

*

The iron sneakers were cast in one piece. To get Kyousuke's feet inside them, Tomoe slicked them up with baby oil and coaxed them in, then stuffed the extra space in the shoes with scarves that he wadded intp place with the wooden handle of a cooking spoon.

"Tomoe, I can't move in these," Kyousuke said in distress, struggling to lift his feet and failing.

"You don't need to. There are wheels and an engine hidden in it," Tomoe said and picked up the remote. He turned it on, then used the joystick to send Kyouskue forwards slowly so Kyousuke had enough time to brace himself against the wall instead of crashing into it. "I'll control your path down the runway, make you twirl at the end, then send you back."

"Peope aren't going to buy shoes they can't walk in," Kyousuke said, fighing the odd, off-balance sense of being in wheeled shoes. He kept his forearms against the wall, sucking in a sharp breath as Tomoe's fingers traced down his spine and then tugged hs jeans down.

"These are just the model. The actual sneakers will be normal, but look like these." Tomeo slid into Kyousuke with a single sharp thrust, dry and rough, and Kyousuke tasted blood from how hard he bit his own lip to stay quiet.

"Rock your hips for me," Tomoe crooned. "Show me how you want to move."

Tomoe's hands held Kyousuke's hips and Kyousuke thought of how even now, it was difficult for Tomoe to stand. If this was Tomoe's way of asking for helping, of saying he was no longer steady enough to fuck Kyousuke standing up without Kyousuke's help, then Kyousuke wouldn't make him ask twice.

Carefully, still afraid he would fall, Kyousuke started to move.

*

The runway floor was lit with red when Kyousuke glided out. The other models had sauntered or strutted but Kyousuke moved effortlessly. Diana had dressed him in red trousers laced to the knee with black ribbon that ended in a bow, then turned into folds of gauze that hinted at his calves without revealing them. The only top he wore was a red cape of velvet, lined with black satin, fastened at the throat with a silver wolf's head brooch.

But his shoes looked like red-hot iron and when he reached the end of the runway, he raised his arms and undulated his hips in the dance of Salome.

All the while, his gaze stayed on Tomoe, sitting in the front row and smiling the way he used to smile during Stride.

PROMPT: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU

[earlgrey_milktea]

Ship: yamaguchi tadashi &/ yachi hitoka
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hacker au??

Prompt:
yachi in the corner booth with the laptop.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: kanzaki miki/miyahara
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: possible character death
Other Tags: breaking and entering, where else would you look for a name

Prompt:
miki in hakone gakuen's student affairs office with a death note and the most recent yearbooks.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[dynamite]

oh my god

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: ayase chihaya/wakamiya shinobu OR wakamiya shinobu&wataya arata
Fandom: chihayafuru
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: tempted to change all my previous locations to the shadow realm, switching one card game for another

Prompt:
shinobu in a karuta society waiting room with a Yu-Gi-Oh starter deck.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[alectorine]

OH MY GOD

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou &/ Yaku Morisuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Kuroo in the gym with the too small shorts.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[helwolves]

omg

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Sugawara Koushi &/ Sawamura Daichi OR Kuroo Tetsurou OR Azumane Asahi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Suga outside in the rain with the dead cellphone.

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[mousapelli]

Ship: Sugawara/Kuroo
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: suggested sexual content
Other Tags: Kuroo the smooth talker, wet bus stop trope, Sugawara's captain kink
Word Count: 497

rest assured that this ends up with Suga wearing only one of Kuroo's Nekoma T-shirts.

***

It really just figured, Sugawara sighed, that of course the rain would start pouring down just as he missed the bus off campus. He huddled in the bus shelter shivering because the rain was blowing sideways so it wasn't actually sheltering any part of him and regretted intensely the morning's worth of Love Live he had played to kill time between classes instead of starting his reading. His phone was dead as a bug in his pocket, meaning he couldn't even call his mother and beg for a ride like a grade schooler.

"Hey, stranger," a familiar voice said, and when Sugawara turned, there was Kuroo Tetsurou, huddling in a hoodie that had been light blue but was soaked dark across the hood and shoulders, hair flattened to wet spikes against his forehead instead. Sugawara knew from team grapevine that Kuroo had come to Miyagi for university, but he was in the sports program and Sugawara was mathematics, so they hadn't crossed paths for any reason in the first few weeks.

"Kuroo-kun!" Sugawara mustered some fake cheer and his patented Mr. Refreshing smile. "What's a face like yours doing at a bus stop like this?"

"Missing the bus, apparently," Kuroo chuckled. His eyes drifted up, and Sugawara wondered if despite his wet state, his idiot hair was still managing to stick up. It did that. "But at least I'm in good company."

"For another twenty minutes at the very least," Sugawara sighed, some of the cheer melting right back off his face. "I can't even call in a white knight, my phone's dead."

"Well, I'm not wearing white, but my apartment's only a fifteen minute walk off campus," Kuroo offered. "Wanna come over? Save at least five minutes before you can warm up, plus I can promise you I know exactly where I left it, unlike the next bus."

"I've watched at least five porns that start with this exact premise," Sugawara said, but he hefted his backpack up higher and squared his shoulders. "Lead the way, Captain."

"Hardly," Kuroo chuckled, leaning out of the bus shelter to tilt his head back at the sky and clicking his tongue in disgust at the confirmation that there wasn't going to be a break in the downpour for a while.

"Thought you'd be harder to convince," Kuroo commented as they fell into step, their wet sneakers slapping the sidewalk in time with the rain. "You aren't afraid that I'm going to take advantage of you once we're at my place? Let's get you out of your wet things and all that?"

Sugawara turned his head to catch Kuroo's gaze and winked at him. "I didn't say they were bad porn. But surely you can think up some better lines than that on the way home."

"The thing is, it doesn't seem like I have to," Kuroo answered, and Sugawara's bray of laughter was cut off by a clap of thunder that made both of them jump.

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Terushima Yuuji &/ Oikawa Tooru OR Sawamura Daichi OR Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Terushima in the dark alley with the wad of cash.

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime &/ Hanamaki Takahiro OR Matsukawa Issei OR Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Iwaizumi in the classroom with the borrowed notes.

PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Sugawara Koushi/Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Suga in the living room with brochures for a vacation.

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G

[putsch]

Ship: asadaisuga
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 527

***

daichi and asahi were enjoying a mostly quiet afternoon, legs tangled on the couch as daichi poured over his notes and asahi reading whatever fantasy romance novel he'd picked up at the library this week.

it was a still, easy silence that was interrupted by the front door thrown open, clicking shut, and suga running into the living room holding brochures.

"we are going on vacation!" suga announces, to which daichi and asahi stare up at him with a blank stare.

"what?" they both say at the same time. this was... a little dangerous, because as they shared a glance and stared up at suga they couldn't tell if this was an idea he had (which they would inevitably end up doing) or something he already did without them knowing (which is just as likely).

"a vacation, you know, we go somewhere that isn't in this city for a few days and relax? do something new? explore?" suga shakes his head and sighs as he spreads the brochures out on the coffee table before them. "we haven't taken a proper one since our post-graduation road trip, and we deserve it."

all three of them went a little soft remembering that trip - they went all the way south to kyushu, stopping in sendai, tokyo, osaka, and every city in between. it was when they first realized that the three of them could be more than just friends, something long term and beautiful that none of them could really imagine their lives without.

"so!" suga says, getting them all back to the present. "this time we should do something bigger, at least something more fancy. i've narrowed it down - what do you guys think of thailand?"

"are you serious?" asahi looked a little pale, staring at the shiny beach photo in front of him. "that's, that's pretty far isn't it?"

"six hours by plane is nothing, asahi."

"can we even afford that?" daichi looks up at suga, knowing he must've considered it - even though they work, school and rent keeps them fairly far from a large amount of cash.

"i think we can." suga says firmly, "as long as we plan it right. thailand isn't a super expensive place, it's really just the tickets you know? and we can go to the beach, we can travel around, think about it, guyssss."

there was a long moment of quiet, as suga took in the apprehension on asahi's face and the way he could nearly hear the gears turning in daichi's head. suga really, really wanted this, no - he needed this. they all did. their lives were getting too crazy to not take the chance at a full blown break.

"okay." daichi says quietly, before he turns to asahi. "as long as we get it all planned out it'll be fine, yeah?"

"and we'll be together." suga adds, holding asahi's hand and kissing his knuckles. "so no matter what happens we'll have each other, okay?"

they could see the nerves bleeding out, his mouth turning to a smile. "it's really been a while since we did take a break, huh?"

"yessssssssssssss." suga could not sound more relieved if he tried.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: manami sangaku/onoda sakamichi 
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none, i think
Other Tags: none??

Prompt:
manami in the cockpit with the last functional flare.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[stariceling]

I can't stop thinking of the bit in Pacific Rim. And now I want Manami to shoot a monster with a flare gun.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: miyuki atsushi & miyuki kazuya
Fandom: all out!!, daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: maybe angst, back at it again

Prompt:
miyuki in the living room with the family tree.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: mizuki hisahito/usui yuuta
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: only watched 8 episodes, here anyway

Prompt:
mizuki in the percussion section of the music store with multiple sets of drumsticks.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: kimishita atsushi/ooshiba kiichi
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: ....yeah.....

Prompt:
kimishita in the waiting line for his yoga class with a new headband on.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[gnetophyta]

Ship: Kimishita Atsushi/Ooshiba Kiichi
Fandom: DAYS
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: Kimishita clearly planned this, Ooshiba is such a dork, I laughed a lot while writing this tbh
Word Count: 791

***

One of the perks of moving to this new neighbourhood, Ooshiba thinks, is the fact that his local gym has ridiculous amenities. He is a bit traditional in that he hangs around in the free weight room doing standard workouts, only taking small breaks to get water and rest. Despite his very simple routine, it’s nice to know that there is a sauna, a room full of exercise machines, and among other things, a yoga studio. He doesn’t have much interest in yoga because he is about as flexible as a plank of wood and about as motivated. What Ooshiba soon learns, however, is that Wednesday night yoga classes are often very full and all the—whatever yoga-doers are called—tend to show up early and line up to get a spot. A creature of habit, Ooshiba shows up at the same time every night for his workout and casually walks by the yoga studio that is not at all on the long way to the weight room. Ooshiba justifies this walk as part of his cardio. He needs it, after all.

There is nothing that interests Ooshiba about yoga. Absolutely nothing.

Especially not the guy that always shows up extra early and claims the first spot in line.

After a few weeks of very casually walking by and being not at all suspicious in any way, shape or form, Ooshiba catches the guy watching him out of the corner of his eye. Ooshiba turns, smiling brightly as his gaze catches the obnoxiously patterned yoga mat under the guy’s arm. It’s a pretty good arm, Ooshiba notices, but not as big as his. He still flexes as he walks away, though. Just to be sure.

The following week, the guy has his stupid long hair in a loose ponytail, and Ooshiba is, frankly, offended. He is angry at how nice this guy looks when he’s obviously not trying. Ooshiba frowns at him while the guy is tapping away on his phone; the least he could do is notice Ooshiba being angry at him. Rude.

Wednesday rolls around again, and this week, Ooshiba really resents whoever invented yoga pants. This stupid guy is wearing very, very tight yoga pants that make it very, very obvious that he has muscular thighs from something that is not yoga. Ooshiba only feels a little bit of guilt when he follows the line of the guy’s leg and just makes sure that his butt matches his legs. It’s fine. It does. Ooshiba chokes on his water and waves feebly when the guy turns to look at him. The guy does a little wave back which Ooshiba considers a victory even as he continues to cough up water.

As though the heavens are conspiring against him, Ooshiba passes by the yoga studio the following week to find the guy in the yoga pants—it took Ooshiba three days to recover from those—and a fitted, sleeveless shirt. No. Ooshiba will not stand for this. Making sure to not take a drink of water while he is walking by lest he introduce water into his lungs again, he frowns at the back of the guy’s head. The guy turns around and smiles at him lopsidedly, and Ooshiba doesn’t need water this time; he just chokes on air, apparently. Ooshiba stalks away, red in the face, trying not to smile at the guy’s soft laughter.

The next week, Ooshiba is ready. He is wearing his Absolute Best gym outfit, which had been out of commission due to Ooshiba’s reluctance to actually do laundry. Ooshiba considers that the wasted hour of his life was worth having such impressive clothes with which he can seduce stupid, handsome yoga guy. He struts around the corner, pleased with himself, but stops dead before he can really show yoga guy how attractive he is. Yoga guy has probably noticed, because he has eyes, but this is Ooshiba’s best outfit, and yoga guy has just upstaged him again! This infuriatingly good looking, yoga-attending bastard is wearing shorts, and not just any shorts, no. They are very short, and draw all attention to his ass. Ooshiba is so distracted that he almost misses the garishly fluorescent headband in the guy’s stupid, shiny brown hair. He is caught in an eternal loop of staring between the headband and the guy’s butt—

“Hi,” someone says, and it takes Ooshiba a moment to process that it’s yoga guy. Talking to him. In a nice and surprisingly deep voice. Ooshiba tilts his head, and the guy raises an eyebrow.

“Oh. I—I like your headband.”

The guy chuckles softly and Ooshiba might be falling in love. “Thanks, it’s new. I’m Kimishita Atsushi, by the way.”

“Ooshiba Kiichi.”

“So, Ooshiba, do you wanna get coffee after?”

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: haruna rin/kashima sonora/yamato yura
Fandom: stella c3 bu
Major Tags: implied character death
Other Tags: alcohol and drinking, gambling, death parade AU would be cool but not required, probably aged up given the location??

Prompt:
yura in the quindecim bar with ten balls, two cues and one martini.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: None

Prompt:
Akashi at the library with an ancient tome.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: None

Prompt:
Kita in the throne room with a charred crown.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: None

Prompt:
Akashi under the bus shelter with a drenched sports bag.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[themorninglark]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 681

(it is relevant knowledge that most japanese universities are four-year courses)

***

“Pardon my intrusion.”

Akashi looks up. It’s a voice he could swear he’s never heard before, and yet, one that rings certain and specific bells. When he meets that polite, direct gaze, takes in a faint smile and jacket draped round slight shoulders, it clicks right away: He’s heard this voice on TV, of course.

“You look like you could use some help drying that off,” says Kita Shinsuke, third-year captain of the volleyball team. “And I have a spare towel.”

Akashi takes it. “Thank you.”

Kita nods. He eyes Akashi’s drenched bag, distant curiosity flickering in his eyes, but refrains from awkward questions. Akashi appreciates that much. Or, maybe, Kita already knows the answers.

“You run into all sorts of people at college,” Akashi remarks.

“Yes,” says Kita, and pauses there. His gaze remains on Akashi for a disarming moment, before he turns to face the road. The traffic is light today.

“Sometimes,” Akashi continues, “your new teammate is someone you defeated back in high school, and you discover they’re still holding a grudge, and that the pond in the courtyard is only ankle-deep. Have you ever encountered something like that, senpai?”

“Ah. Not personally. I’m sorry to hear that happened.”

Akashi shrugs and pulls his own jacket close. “It’s no big deal.”

He stops short of saying I was an asshole in high school, sits down, leans back against the scratched-up plexiglass and crosses his ankles. His damp bag’s lying next to him on the bench, a constant reminder. He’d meant what he said. It’s no big deal. Still—

When Kita reaches into his pocket for a handful of loose change, picks up and shoulders Akashi’s bag and waves off his protestations with an elegant gesure, Akashi cannot say he is not a little grateful for it.

“Let me buy you a drink, Akashi-kun,” Kita offers.

Akashi feels his eyebrows shooting up before he’s aware of it.

“So. You follow basketball too, Kita-senpai?”

Kita shakes his head. He deliberates before hitting the black coffee button, collects his drink and steps back from the vending machine for Akashi to make his choice.

Akashi follows suit.

“I don’t. But I’ve heard of you, of course.”

The coffee is refreshingly cool in Akashi’s hand. He watches Kita take a sip from his own can, and thinks about that old, tired truth: that the TV amplifies all your flaws. He remembers a voice that seemed out of season, an autumn voice, crisp and sunset-warm, and the barest of dark circles under eyes.

In person, Kita Shinsuke is younger than the camera makes him out to be. He could be Akashi’s age. They are not so far apart, after all. He is real enough to reach out and touch.

“I heard they offered you captaincy. A first year,” says Kita, smiling.

Akashi tilts his head upwards and looks at the clear sky.

“I captained a team, once. Twice. It didn’t turn out well, both times.”

It is no small thing, to hear the admission in his mouth. It is no small thing to look back at the shadows at his heels, the scorched earth he left behind, an unstable sun tearing up the pavement. Spring is something of a balm, but so is time. It has not faded, not much, but he can face it now.

“Not many people get one chance to right their wrongs,” Kita murmurs. “Let alone two.”

Akashi casts a sidelong glance at him. “And what about you?”

“Me? I’m not as special as you. I said I’d take it on because no one else wanted it.”

Somehow, Akashi doesn’t believe that’s the whole of it. He does not press it, not today; he thinks, this will not be their last conversation, and as the bus comes and goes, they remain where they are. It is the hour just before dusk, when the road is a pale, gritty sort of pink and every passing motorcycle sounds like a roar, and Akashi finds that when Kita’s next to him, his own thoughts are not so loud after all.

PROMPT: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[nautilics]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke &/ Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major tags: None
Other tags: None

Prompt:
Kita at the school gates with two lunchboxes.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[themorninglark]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 518

a different university AU /upside down smiley

***

When Akashi sees Kita Shinsuke waiting for him at the gates, he very nearly turns tail. There are a hundred reasons he could not be in university that day; there is filing he could help with at his father’s office, younger cousins who need fetching from school and tutoring at their music, and he could find an excuse, easy—

The problem is, Kita would never believe any of it, and he’s already seen Akashi approaching.

Kita, Akashi greets him first. His chin tilts upward ever so slightly, a stubborn greeting that’s heels dug in and an unfailingly polite implacability.

He is prepared for any number of compliments, laced with thinly veiled commentary on the state of the basketball team, on how well Akashi holds his own among players so much taller, the admirable length and frequency of their practices, how it is so kind of them to cede the courts to the volleyball team for a few hours each week. He is prepared to fire right back, for he has learned that Kita can take as well as he gives. It’s one of his few redeeming qualities.

What he is not prepared for is Kita smiling, which is never a good thing.

What he is not prepared for is Kita holding out a bag with two lunchboxes, professing that he comes very much in peace today, that they may have had their differences but surely it isn’t anything they cannot settle like civilised people over a meal that Kita got up at 5 AM to prepare this morning, for, if anything, they are civilised people, the two of them. Are they not?

They are, Akashi has no choice but to agree. And so he meets Kita on the rooftop at noon, because he cannot think of a way out and he will be damned before he goes back on his word, even if he cannot think of a thing to say to Kita Shinsuke over lunch.

Kita takes the lid off a small thermal pot, and slides it in front of Akashi. The mouth-watering smell of dashi stock and tofu hits him like an assault.

Determined not to be the pettier person, Akashi takes a sip of the soup and commends Kita on his cooking. Kita thanks him, asks Akashi of his violin and books he’s read lately, and slips an extra tempura prawn into Akashi’s bento when he thinks he is not looking. Except Akashi’s always looking, and he knows Kita knows it too.

They do not speak of the use of the courts, the entire hour. They do not speak of volleyball, or basketball, or scores; they do not speak of competition, and Akashi only realises he’s lost track of time when Kita looks at his watch, regretfully cuts short a scintillating discussion on shogi opening strategies to stand up and head to his next lecture.

Will you eat with me again, Kita asks, a closing salvo.

Yes, says Akashi, because he cannot find another answer, because, in spite of everything, it is the truth, and Kita’s parting smile is a triumph he knows he’s won.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: kise ryouta/kuroko tetsuya
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: eating
Other Tags: animals/insects (bees)

Prompt:
kuroko in the beekeeper's atelier with a spoonful of royal jelly. 

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kise/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 413

bee people herein

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/82056.html

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

[hyalinee]

Ship: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: road trip anyone?? yt link autoplay

Prompt:
Bokuto in the front seat with a map.
mood music maybe

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Nijimura Shuuzou/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: autoplay sound at link (quite loud), memes

Prompt:

Himuro in the basement with these screaming toy ducks.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: kageyama tobio &/ midorima shintarou
Fandom: haikyuu!!, kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: this was going to haunt me otherwise, gotta file those nails right down 

Prompt:
midorima in the nail salon with handfuls of cotton buds.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: ayase chihaya & tsukishima kei
Fandom: chihayafuru, haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: medical issues (hospitalization), a crossover for sports injuries, but just imagine if they met, please i would die

Prompt:
chihaya in the inpatient rehabilitation room with a roll of bandages and assorted books on haiku and tanka.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[gionkenji]

Ship: matsuoka rin/yamazaki sousuke OR nanase haruka/yamazaki sousuke OR kirishima natsuya/yamazaki sousuke
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: probable angst, just because

Prompt:
sousuke in the stadium's bleachers with a dry towel.

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[plume_sombre]

Ship: Rin Matsuoka &/ Sousuke Yamazaki
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Rin on the beach with the bottle.