Ship: midousuji akira / onoda sakamichi Fandom: yowapeda Major tags: none Other tags: none Word count: 514
I spent so much time img googling floats.... time well spent.
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Midousuji’s long arms give him a certain advantage; Onoda’s high cadence gives him his.
“To the end of the pool and back, Midousuji-kun!” Onoda says excitedly as his feet idly churn up waves in the water around them. It’s an impossibly perfect summer day and there’s nobody using the pool at the resort they’re staying at; something about bookings for an important Toudou and Makishima joint family function. “The winner decides what we watch this weekend!” His glasses glint in the bright yellow sun and for a moment Onoda’s wide smile looks a little bit sharper than it normally does.
Midousuji squints suspiciously. “Gross,” he says, letting his long tongue loll lazily into the chlorine pool water. “Very gross,” he amends. “As if Asuka-chan would ever lose to your Kotori-chan.” Midousuji shifts a little in the neon pink flamingo float he’s sitting inside, and it squeaks loudly as if in agreement.
Onoda is sitting in the middle of a yellow duck float and it bobs a little in the water as Onoda leans forward eagerly. “Then let’s both do our best!”
Midousuji never really plans anything when he races Onoda alone; he wants just the race itself, that warm and hollow feeling of chasing after the sun. But this time with how much he wants to bring victory to Asuka-chan, he feels compelled to lay out some groundwork to ensure a certain outcome. Or wavework, as the setting allows it.
“Midousuji-kun! What’s wrong?” Onoda cries out as Midousuji swerves his flamingo into Onoda’s duck. The water is choppy all around around them. “Did you spring a leak?”
They’ve doggy paddled within the cumbersome floats as best they could and had ended up vigourously drifting to about halfway down the length of the Olympic-size pool. It had taken longer than expected. Midousuji kept overshooting the strength of his long arms and hitting the side of the pool; Onoda kept kicking up so many waves that they would both have to stop and push off again.
“This is not the victory I had envisioned,” Midousuji hisses as he grabs Onoda’s duck and tries to unseat Onoda enough to dunk him into the water. The duck squeaks in protest at this mistreatment; the flamingo squeaks constantly in alarm at all the commotion; but Onoda is just laughing so hard as he tries to keep his duck upright that he ends up slipping out of it anyway.
“We can watch Asuka-chan if you want to that much, Midousuji-kun.” Onoda smiles as Midousuji fishes around for Onoda’s glasses that had gotten knocked into the water. Both their floats are drifting around haphazardly, no longer squeaking their objections; Onoda and Midousuji seem to have taken this advice, too.
“Gross,” Midousuji replies as his head breaks the surface and he perches the retrieved glasses awkwardly onto Onoda’s face. “Don’t talk like that, we can watch both.”
“Okay, Midousuji-kun,” Onoda says as sunlight refracts off the water droplets still scattered across his glasses, and the thinks he might have seen Midousuji smile just a little though the haze of that little rainbow.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Word count: 514
I spent so much time img googling floats.... time well spent.
***
Midousuji’s long arms give him a certain advantage; Onoda’s high cadence gives him his.
“To the end of the pool and back, Midousuji-kun!” Onoda says excitedly as his feet idly churn up waves in the water around them. It’s an impossibly perfect summer day and there’s nobody using the pool at the resort they’re staying at; something about bookings for an important Toudou and Makishima joint family function. “The winner decides what we watch this weekend!” His glasses glint in the bright yellow sun and for a moment Onoda’s wide smile looks a little bit sharper than it normally does.
Midousuji squints suspiciously. “Gross,” he says, letting his long tongue loll lazily into the chlorine pool water. “Very gross,” he amends. “As if Asuka-chan would ever lose to your Kotori-chan.” Midousuji shifts a little in the neon pink flamingo float he’s sitting inside, and it squeaks loudly as if in agreement.
Onoda is sitting in the middle of a yellow duck float and it bobs a little in the water as Onoda leans forward eagerly. “Then let’s both do our best!”
Midousuji never really plans anything when he races Onoda alone; he wants just the race itself, that warm and hollow feeling of chasing after the sun. But this time with how much he wants to bring victory to Asuka-chan, he feels compelled to lay out some groundwork to ensure a certain outcome. Or wavework, as the setting allows it.
“Midousuji-kun! What’s wrong?” Onoda cries out as Midousuji swerves his flamingo into Onoda’s duck. The water is choppy all around around them. “Did you spring a leak?”
They’ve doggy paddled within the cumbersome floats as best they could and had ended up vigourously drifting to about halfway down the length of the Olympic-size pool. It had taken longer than expected. Midousuji kept overshooting the strength of his long arms and hitting the side of the pool; Onoda kept kicking up so many waves that they would both have to stop and push off again.
“This is not the victory I had envisioned,” Midousuji hisses as he grabs Onoda’s duck and tries to unseat Onoda enough to dunk him into the water. The duck squeaks in protest at this mistreatment; the flamingo squeaks constantly in alarm at all the commotion; but Onoda is just laughing so hard as he tries to keep his duck upright that he ends up slipping out of it anyway.
“We can watch Asuka-chan if you want to that much, Midousuji-kun.” Onoda smiles as Midousuji fishes around for Onoda’s glasses that had gotten knocked into the water. Both their floats are drifting around haphazardly, no longer squeaking their objections; Onoda and Midousuji seem to have taken this advice, too.
“Gross,” Midousuji replies as his head breaks the surface and he perches the retrieved glasses awkwardly onto Onoda’s face. “Don’t talk like that, we can watch both.”
“Okay, Midousuji-kun,” Onoda says as sunlight refracts off the water droplets still scattered across his glasses, and the thinks he might have seen Midousuji smile just a little though the haze of that little rainbow.