Ship: Teshima Junta / Koga Kimitaka / Aoyagi Hajime Fandom: Yowamushi pedal Major tags: None Other tags: cheese, the ghost of Murphy haunting Teshima (note: this is a joke no ghosts in this fill) Word count: 1751
i think you can tell that i worked on this with a week between each part? so the narration style probably changes? idk bcs i didnt proof-read/beta it and the round finishes in 30 minutes lmao? i hope. i hope you still like it though!!!
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To be fair, they hadn’t been to the rooftop before. They were all the kind to hang either in the classroom or the green spaces near the clubroom if not the clubroom itself. The weather report had also clearly stated it’d be clear, showers to be expected past the time club activities ended if at all (and even that had sounded alright, too, because if things went well they might get to share an umbrella and—)
Koga takes off his glasses and attempts to dry them against a shirt that was already visibly damp, a testament of how little coverage the stair’s doorway offered against the wind carrying buckets of water, for what was maybe the uptenth time.
“They did say it’s been windy lately”, he says over the noise of the rain as the sets the glasses over his nose again. Funny enough, it’s his grunt Teshima hears better, though maybe it’s just easier to feel it reverberate in his chest when they’re all standing side to side and close like that. “It must have carried rain clouds over here faster.”
“We should’ve double-checked with a different forecast”, says Aoyagi quietly, maybe too quietly for Koga to hear him. Maybe he wasn’t meant to, in the first place. And while he knows it wasn’t meant to be an accusation either, a wave of guilt still raises in his chest. Saying he had been the one in charge of the planning was making it sound more grandiose than it deserved to it, but he had been the one to come up with the whole rooftop confession idea.
Listen. He knew Koga well enough to be way more aware than the average acquaintance of his thing for somewhat dramatic gestures. A rooftop confession simply seemed to be the kind he’d like.
(Either that or one under the falling petals of cherry trees in spring, as Aoyagi had suggested. But that season was still a few months away; Teshima had openly dismissed for being so distant a date, and secretly for being too close to graduation — They couldn’t time it like that, what if things went south? There was a risk of things getting weird as it was, but the risk of things getting weird and they never speaking to Koga again was greater and more intimidating.)
He has to laugh at the situation now, half amused, half defeated. So much for avoiding awkward situations and finding the perfect place and looking at the weather in order to have all the bases covered. His luck really was something else, huh?
Maybe they should’ve gone with Aoyagi’s idea. What if they had figured out how to exchange buttons? That sounded like something Koga’d like too; Even if it turned out that they’d been reading him wrong he doubts the guy would just pull away after something like that.
“Do you think the message went through?” Koga speaks again. Aoyagi shifts a little closer to him.
“Don’t know… The screen went white before the “sent” animation appeared, but maybe…”, comes the quiet answer, somehow calm despite the situation.
Teshima stifles a sigh. Koga doesn’t.
What were the odds of all three people in a group either forgetting their phone or having it discharge on the same day?
Probably about the same of neither of them knowing that the rooftop door can only be opened from the inside The wind blows with stupid strength again, pushing them against the doors that remain cruelly unmoving even when they're being needled by big cold drops of water for all but a few very long seconds. Koga tenses but faces the attack without budging, Teshima
After a few seconds, Koga, for the uptenth + 1 time, tries to dry his glasses—
"It's not working, Kimitaka", he hears himself, annoyance clear in his voice. "It's raining too much and you're soaked. It makes no difference—"
"It does too? It's better than looking at it through droplets of—"
"I have a napkin you can use", interrupts Aoyagi, all for the sake of avoiding a fight. "A little damp but not as wet as… uh, you are.”
Koga nods, throwing him a soft look that lasts about a second. A look directed at Hajime, of course. He’s never caught him looking at him like that (but then, he almost didn’t catch it at all, though that’s another story).
“That's fine, Hajime, thanks.”
“Junta, pass it over.”
Right. Right, they were all stuck in this situation, arguing would help it in no way even if the smug, low chuckle that escaped Koga at Aoyagi’s ‘do this’ tone easily tempted him into biting the unintentional bait.
It'd be as good a distraction as any. Hell, it might even be fun! It often was.
He doesn’t though. He’s just, feeling a little… under the weather. So he passes it over to Koga, a low ‘you’re welcome’ escaping him before he even has a chance to say thanks.
Koga snorts.
“Thanks for the crucial part you played in this exchange”, he says, sounding throughly amused at Teshima’s attitude. He doesn’t have to look up to know that his eyes are glinting, and if he shot some kind of retort at him he’d probably indulge him with banter.
He's seen Koga taunt people, but apparently that glint is only there for him. Yes, he knows it sounds lame.
Lamer still is that he hopes it means simmering.
“Well”, Teshima starts, placing his hands on his hips. “Aoyagi wouldn’t have offered a napkin in the first place if I hadn’t said anything, so technically—“
"Huh? I don't think this is a napkin.” What. “It looks more like a note"
Hajime freezes besides him. He does too, though he still looks at him for confirmation. Confirmation comes in the form of Hajime slowly taking out a napkin from his other pocket, staring at him with wide eyes.
Alright. Okay. Goddammit.
Teshima ponders for a second how suspicious it’d look to snatch the note from Koga’s hands, and if it’d be worth it considering it’d avoid him readi—
“Is that my name?”, asks Koga, squinting at the smudgy characters through wet lenses. Teshima throws his hands in the air, surrendering before the ghost of Murphy that obviously set to haunt this ass today. Alright! You win! It could get worse and it did get worse, what a victory, congratulations.
A hand slips into his, grounding him. He looks at Hajime who just motions with his head at Koga.
Yeah… that was right. Might as well see this blow in his face. If they got rejected the awkwardness of this unavoidable post-rejection hang out would echo through the ages. If they didn’t… they’d… still be stuck with this guy under the rain?
Koga reads fast. Then again, he probably can’t read half the letter. Teshima thinks he sees the moment he realizes what it is about though, a micro-expression that said ‘what––?’ all over passing through his features before he goes over that part a couple of times. He shifts a little, straightens a little, and the way Aoyagi squeezes his hand tells him that he had no idea how to interpret that either.
(So it started with him looking at a picture of the three of them hanging out, and one of them had Koga giving Aoyagi what had to be the most endeared look he’s seen on the guy in his life. He pointed it out at Aoyagi, of course, wanting to poke fun at him; Instead Aoyagi beat him to the punch by saying “I know. He does it often”, and then adding once he saw his confused expression: “He… does it for you too. I thought you knew…? And were just, uh, ignoring it.”
He had never noticed. But once he did, he started noticing a lot of things, too, about Koga and himself and heard some from Aoyagi, and then he started noticing those too.
He hoped that whatever happened wouldn’t leave him confirming that ignorance was bliss.)
Koga cleared his throat. He folded the letter neatly but kept looking at it as if he could read its' contents like that nonetheless.
“Is this why we’re here?”, he asks. He sounded uncertain. Maybe they still could—
“Yes”, says Aoyagi. “We wanted to give it to you, but… not like this.” He sounds motions at the rain with his head. “Sorry about that.”
Koga opens his mouth. He closes it. He massages his neck with a hand and they’ve both known him for long enough to be aware that he did that when he was nervous, and Teshima can already feel the blow they just dealt to their friendship. Imagine that, receiving a card where your two best friends assume you have a crush on them, where they tell you that you can join in if you want? He was probably mad––
“Was it that obvious?”, he asks instead, and though he clears his throat belatedly they already heard it. Was that… uh.
Embarrassment maybe?
“Yeah”, says Teshima, out of habit and maybe a little dumbfounded.
“Not really”, says Aoyagi at the same time, a little quieter and immediately pulling his hand so he’ll behave. “We’ve just been paying attention.”
Koga nods. And doesn’t say anything.
He feels Aoyagi get impatient, and honestly he’s feeling it too.
“Well, is that a yes or a no? Say something.” It came out more anxious that he would’ve liked, not that he cares given the situation and all.
"I was thinking of what to say–– It’s hard to come up with something when all I can think about is how you were going to do a rooftop confession and it…” He sounds a little less exasperated for a moment, is the guy seriously swallowing a laugh? Rude, Kimitaka. “It really started raining, huh? Hey, whose idea was it?”
“Junta’s.”
“Throw me to the sharks, why don’t you.”
“Huh. That’s kind of cheesy.” Teshima wonders what Koga would have said if it had been Aoyagi’s idea. The way he bumps against him doesn’t tell him much other that he’s supposed to take that as a joke. “I think I would’ve liked that. Under other circumstances.”
Eh. Really?
“We also thought about waiting for the cherry blossoms”, chimes in Hajime again, getting closer. “And do something with our second buttons.”
“That would’ve been nice too”, muses Koga, pocketing the letter in his pants. “But we would’ve had to wait a couple of months for that, right?”
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING G
Fandom: Yowamushi pedal
Major tags: None
Other tags: cheese, the ghost of Murphy haunting Teshima (note: this is a joke no ghosts in this fill)
Word count: 1751
i think you can tell that i worked on this with a week between each part? so the narration style probably changes? idk bcs i didnt proof-read/beta it and the round finishes in 30 minutes lmao? i hope. i hope you still like it though!!!
***
To be fair, they hadn’t been to the rooftop before. They were all the kind to hang either in the classroom or the green spaces near the clubroom if not the clubroom itself. The weather report had also clearly stated it’d be clear, showers to be expected past the time club activities ended if at all (and even that had sounded alright, too, because if things went well they might get to share an umbrella and—)
Koga takes off his glasses and attempts to dry them against a shirt that was already visibly damp, a testament of how little coverage the stair’s doorway offered against the wind carrying buckets of water, for what was maybe the uptenth time.
“They did say it’s been windy lately”, he says over the noise of the rain as the sets the glasses over his nose again. Funny enough, it’s his grunt Teshima hears better, though maybe it’s just easier to feel it reverberate in his chest when they’re all standing side to side and close like that. “It must have carried rain clouds over here faster.”
“We should’ve double-checked with a different forecast”, says Aoyagi quietly, maybe too quietly for Koga to hear him. Maybe he wasn’t meant to, in the first place. And while he knows it wasn’t meant to be an accusation either, a wave of guilt still raises in his chest. Saying he had been the one in charge of the planning was making it sound more grandiose than it deserved to it, but he had been the one to come up with the whole rooftop confession idea.
Listen. He knew Koga well enough to be way more aware than the average acquaintance of his thing for somewhat dramatic gestures. A rooftop confession simply seemed to be the kind he’d like.
(Either that or one under the falling petals of cherry trees in spring, as Aoyagi had suggested. But that season was still a few months away; Teshima had openly dismissed for being so distant a date, and secretly for being too close to graduation — They couldn’t time it like that, what if things went south? There was a risk of things getting weird as it was, but the risk of things getting weird and they never speaking to Koga again was greater and more intimidating.)
He has to laugh at the situation now, half amused, half defeated. So much for avoiding awkward situations and finding the perfect place and looking at the weather in order to have all the bases covered. His luck really was something else, huh?
Maybe they should’ve gone with Aoyagi’s idea. What if they had figured out how to exchange buttons? That sounded like something Koga’d like too; Even if it turned out that they’d been reading him wrong he doubts the guy would just pull away after something like that.
“Do you think the message went through?” Koga speaks again. Aoyagi shifts a little closer to him.
“Don’t know… The screen went white before the “sent” animation appeared, but maybe…”, comes the quiet answer, somehow calm despite the situation.
Teshima stifles a sigh. Koga doesn’t.
What were the odds of all three people in a group either forgetting their phone or having it discharge on the same day?
Probably about the same of neither of them knowing that the rooftop door can only be opened from the inside
The wind blows with stupid strength again, pushing them against the doors that remain cruelly unmoving even when they're being needled by big cold drops of water for all but a few very long seconds. Koga tenses but faces the attack without budging, Teshima
After a few seconds, Koga, for the uptenth + 1 time, tries to dry his glasses—
"It's not working, Kimitaka", he hears himself, annoyance clear in his voice. "It's raining too much and you're soaked. It makes no difference—"
"It does too? It's better than looking at it through droplets of—"
"I have a napkin you can use", interrupts Aoyagi, all for the sake of avoiding a fight. "A little damp but not as wet as… uh, you are.”
Koga nods, throwing him a soft look that lasts about a second. A look directed at Hajime, of course. He’s never caught him looking at him like that (but then, he almost didn’t catch it at all, though that’s another story).
“That's fine, Hajime, thanks.”
“Junta, pass it over.”
Right. Right, they were all stuck in this situation, arguing would help it in no way even if the smug, low chuckle that escaped Koga at Aoyagi’s ‘do this’ tone easily tempted him into biting the unintentional bait.
It'd be as good a distraction as any. Hell, it might even be fun! It often was.
He doesn’t though. He’s just, feeling a little… under the weather. So he passes it over to Koga, a low ‘you’re welcome’ escaping him before he even has a chance to say thanks.
Koga snorts.
“Thanks for the crucial part you played in this exchange”, he says, sounding throughly amused at Teshima’s attitude. He doesn’t have to look up to know that his eyes are glinting, and if he shot some kind of retort at him he’d probably indulge him with banter.
He's seen Koga taunt people, but apparently that glint is only there for him. Yes, he knows it sounds lame.
Lamer still is that he hopes it means simmering.
“Well”, Teshima starts, placing his hands on his hips. “Aoyagi wouldn’t have offered a napkin in the first place if I hadn’t said anything, so technically—“
"Huh? I don't think this is a napkin.” What. “It looks more like a note"
Hajime freezes besides him. He does too, though he still looks at him for confirmation. Confirmation comes in the form of Hajime slowly taking out a napkin from his other pocket, staring at him with wide eyes.
Alright. Okay. Goddammit.
Teshima ponders for a second how suspicious it’d look to snatch the note from Koga’s hands, and if it’d be worth it considering it’d avoid him readi—
“Is that my name?”, asks Koga, squinting at the smudgy characters through wet lenses. Teshima throws his hands in the air, surrendering before the ghost of Murphy that obviously set to haunt this ass today. Alright! You win! It could get worse and it did get worse, what a victory, congratulations.
A hand slips into his, grounding him. He looks at Hajime who just motions with his head at Koga.
Yeah… that was right. Might as well see this blow in his face. If they got rejected the awkwardness of this unavoidable post-rejection hang out would echo through the ages. If they didn’t… they’d… still be stuck with this guy under the rain?
Koga reads fast. Then again, he probably can’t read half the letter. Teshima thinks he sees the moment he realizes what it is about though, a micro-expression that said ‘what––?’ all over passing through his features before he goes over that part a couple of times. He shifts a little, straightens a little, and the way Aoyagi squeezes his hand tells him that he had no idea how to interpret that either.
(So it started with him looking at a picture of the three of them hanging out, and one of them had Koga giving Aoyagi what had to be the most endeared look he’s seen on the guy in his life. He pointed it out at Aoyagi, of course, wanting to poke fun at him; Instead Aoyagi beat him to the punch by saying “I know. He does it often”, and then adding once he saw his confused expression: “He… does it for you too. I thought you knew…? And were just, uh, ignoring it.”
He had never noticed. But once he did, he started noticing a lot of things, too, about Koga and himself and heard some from Aoyagi, and then he started noticing those too.
He hoped that whatever happened wouldn’t leave him confirming that ignorance was bliss.)
Koga cleared his throat. He folded the letter neatly but kept looking at it as if he could read its' contents like that nonetheless.
“Is this why we’re here?”, he asks. He sounded uncertain. Maybe they still could—
“Yes”, says Aoyagi. “We wanted to give it to you, but… not like this.” He sounds motions at the rain with his head. “Sorry about that.”
Koga opens his mouth. He closes it. He massages his neck with a hand and they’ve both known him for long enough to be aware that he did that when he was nervous, and Teshima can already feel the blow they just dealt to their friendship. Imagine that, receiving a card where your two best friends assume you have a crush on them, where they tell you that you can join in if you want? He was probably mad––
“Was it that obvious?”, he asks instead, and though he clears his throat belatedly they already heard it. Was that… uh.
Embarrassment maybe?
“Yeah”, says Teshima, out of habit and maybe a little dumbfounded.
“Not really”, says Aoyagi at the same time, a little quieter and immediately pulling his hand so he’ll behave. “We’ve just been paying attention.”
Koga nods. And doesn’t say anything.
He feels Aoyagi get impatient, and honestly he’s feeling it too.
“Well, is that a yes or a no? Say something.” It came out more anxious that he would’ve liked, not that he cares given the situation and all.
"I was thinking of what to say–– It’s hard to come up with something when all I can think about is how you were going to do a rooftop confession and it…” He sounds a little less exasperated for a moment, is the guy seriously swallowing a laugh? Rude, Kimitaka. “It really started raining, huh? Hey, whose idea was it?”
“Junta’s.”
“Throw me to the sharks, why don’t you.”
“Huh. That’s kind of cheesy.” Teshima wonders what Koga would have said if it had been Aoyagi’s idea. The way he bumps against him doesn’t tell him much other that he’s supposed to take that as a joke. “I think I would’ve liked that. Under other circumstances.”
Eh. Really?
“We also thought about waiting for the cherry blossoms”, chimes in Hajime again, getting closer. “And do something with our second buttons.”
“That would’ve been nice too”, muses Koga, pocketing the letter in his pants. “But we would’ve had to wait a couple of months for that, right?”
He shrugs.
“This one’s better.”