Ship: tendou/ushijima Fandom: haikyuu Major Tags: none Other Tags: none, babe just let me hit you with this crossbow it's fine Word Count: 411
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"i will have you know that is not me. i mean, look at it!"
the tall, dark, and very handsome hunter does not look amused. tendou knows he's grasping at straws here, but better to grab for those over the crossbow bolt that's threatening to be lodged in his chest if tendou doesn't stall for some more time.
he reaches forward to point at the paper the hunter is holding, before shifting over so his face and the drawn face are side by side.
"see? not the same, the nose especially it's not even close to the beauty on my face."
"it looks the same to me."
"oof, come on, that's unnecessarily cruel. i mean really, does this look like the face of a man who could really be worth money for stealing?"
"it seems that way."
tendou ought to earn a trophy for the poker face he's keeping up right now because he is screaming on the inside. where the hell was his back up? they were supposed to be here by now, he set off the signal before the hunter had cornered him, there was no way they could've missed it. he's been on the run like this for years, there's no way he's going to get caught now, not by sone hunter he's never seen before, even if he is hot.
hopefully.
"really, mister hunter-"
"ushijima."
oh, a name, how interesting. tendou grins wide and restarts, "ushijima. i told you this isn't me, are you really going to bring in an innocent man to prison?"
for the first time ushijima falters, like he hadn't considered the possibility he could've guessed wrong. a classic rookie mistake. it's just enough for tendou to knick the dagger off his belt and hold it up to his throat.
"sorry, i really don't want to go to prison."
"you--"
"tendou!!"
"and that, my good man, is my cue."
tendou darts back and covers his eyes as a flash bomb goes of between him and ushijima. it's the distraction he needs so he can scurry away to meet bokuto, getting into his horse so they can get the hell out of here.
an arrow goes whizzing past his head and tendou laughs - this ushijima guy has spunk.
"holy shit tendou, who was that!?"
"with any luck?" tendou looks back to where ushijima is likely still reeling in the trees, maybe even still trying to hit him. "a very interesting new rival."
FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none, babe just let me hit you with this crossbow it's fine
Word Count: 411
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"i will have you know that is not me. i mean, look at it!"
the tall, dark, and very handsome hunter does not look amused. tendou knows he's grasping at straws here, but better to grab for those over the crossbow bolt that's threatening to be lodged in his chest if tendou doesn't stall for some more time.
he reaches forward to point at the paper the hunter is holding, before shifting over so his face and the drawn face are side by side.
"see? not the same, the nose especially it's not even close to the beauty on my face."
"it looks the same to me."
"oof, come on, that's unnecessarily cruel. i mean really, does this look like the face of a man who could really be worth money for stealing?"
"it seems that way."
tendou ought to earn a trophy for the poker face he's keeping up right now because he is screaming on the inside. where the hell was his back up? they were supposed to be here by now, he set off the signal before the hunter had cornered him, there was no way they could've missed it. he's been on the run like this for years, there's no way he's going to get caught now, not by sone hunter he's never seen before, even if he is hot.
hopefully.
"really, mister hunter-"
"ushijima."
oh, a name, how interesting. tendou grins wide and restarts, "ushijima. i told you this isn't me, are you really going to bring in an innocent man to prison?"
for the first time ushijima falters, like he hadn't considered the possibility he could've guessed wrong. a classic rookie mistake. it's just enough for tendou to knick the dagger off his belt and hold it up to his throat.
"sorry, i really don't want to go to prison."
"you--"
"tendou!!"
"and that, my good man, is my cue."
tendou darts back and covers his eyes as a flash bomb goes of between him and ushijima. it's the distraction he needs so he can scurry away to meet bokuto, getting into his horse so they can get the hell out of here.
an arrow goes whizzing past his head and tendou laughs - this ushijima guy has spunk.
"holy shit tendou, who was that!?"
"with any luck?" tendou looks back to where ushijima is likely still reeling in the trees, maybe even still trying to hit him. "a very interesting new rival."