Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Tanba Kouichirou Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: spoilers for act 1 Other Tags: light angst maybe? makes vague 5cm per second references maybe, for extra feelings please listen to the 5cm ost while reading Word Count: 437
hi hayley i apparently have no self control i guess
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The last time Tanba had seen Ryousuke, he’d been standing under the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard, laughing with Kuramochi and Haruichi.
This is how he remembers Kominato Ryousuke.
The sure, sharp line of his back, a smile that was sharper than a razor blade. Smaller than anyone on the team and yet he stood with a surety that could rival a king, a conqueror. Something about him screamed fighter, told Tanba that this was a person who would claw out what he wanted from the world, whether it was willing to give it or not. Tanba had wished he had that kind of bravado, that sense of self-possession.
This is how he remembers Ryousuke.
Small hands, rough and callused from hours spent swinging bats, stealing his baseball cap and rubbing his head for good luck, solid and comforting on his arm. Reliable and always there when he was needed; for baseball, for tutoring, sometimes just to be a friend. Gentle is not a word he’d use for Ryousuke, but careful, deliberate in his actions, in the sides of himself he shows to others.
This is how he remembers after.
Unsent text message after unsent message, written then deleted. In breaks between practice, on the train home after classes, before classes start. One of his new classmates, Michimiya-san asks about it, if he has a girlfriend, but he just shrugs and smiles at her. He doesn’t know how to tell her about Ryousuke, about the messages he writes but doesn’t save, doesn’t send. He wonder where they go, if they disappear into nothing. He wishes that this part of him could disappear just as easily, as quickly, a tap of a button and there’s no trace left behind.
They’re about nothing important, really. Just sometimes, it’s about baseball fields, the certainty of Yuuki on his left, Kuramochi and Ryousuke behind him, Jun further behind and yelling his lungs out, Masuko on his right, steady, steady. Sometimes it’s about Koushien and how they never got there, now less painful, but no less bittersweet. Sometimes, it’s just hey, let’s go get a drink and catch up.
It shouldn’t be so hard, he thinks, to say that. But he also knows Ryousuke, who will pick up on the unspoken I miss you, the other words Tanba has never been able to say. There’s always been too much he never knew how to say, and even more he didn’t dare to say.
In the end, the one message he sends is simple, straightforward. But he sends it, and he waits for a reply.
FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: spoilers for act 1
Other Tags: light angst maybe? makes vague 5cm per second references maybe, for extra feelings please listen to the 5cm ost while reading
Word Count: 437
hi hayley i apparently have no self control i guess
***
The last time Tanba had seen Ryousuke, he’d been standing under the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard, laughing with Kuramochi and Haruichi.
This is how he remembers Kominato Ryousuke.
The sure, sharp line of his back, a smile that was sharper than a razor blade. Smaller than anyone on the team and yet he stood with a surety that could rival a king, a conqueror. Something about him screamed fighter, told Tanba that this was a person who would claw out what he wanted from the world, whether it was willing to give it or not. Tanba had wished he had that kind of bravado, that sense of self-possession.
This is how he remembers Ryousuke.
Small hands, rough and callused from hours spent swinging bats, stealing his baseball cap and rubbing his head for good luck, solid and comforting on his arm. Reliable and always there when he was needed; for baseball, for tutoring, sometimes just to be a friend. Gentle is not a word he’d use for Ryousuke, but careful, deliberate in his actions, in the sides of himself he shows to others.
This is how he remembers after.
Unsent text message after unsent message, written then deleted. In breaks between practice, on the train home after classes, before classes start. One of his new classmates, Michimiya-san asks about it, if he has a girlfriend, but he just shrugs and smiles at her. He doesn’t know how to tell her about Ryousuke, about the messages he writes but doesn’t save, doesn’t send. He wonder where they go, if they disappear into nothing. He wishes that this part of him could disappear just as easily, as quickly, a tap of a button and there’s no trace left behind.
They’re about nothing important, really. Just sometimes, it’s about baseball fields, the certainty of Yuuki on his left, Kuramochi and Ryousuke behind him, Jun further behind and yelling his lungs out, Masuko on his right, steady, steady. Sometimes it’s about Koushien and how they never got there, now less painful, but no less bittersweet. Sometimes, it’s just hey, let’s go get a drink and catch up.
It shouldn’t be so hard, he thinks, to say that. But he also knows Ryousuke, who will pick up on the unspoken I miss you, the other words Tanba has never been able to say. There’s always been too much he never knew how to say, and even more he didn’t dare to say.
In the end, the one message he sends is simple, straightforward. But he sends it, and he waits for a reply.
Will you come for the next game?