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Bonus Round 5: Clue
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)!
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
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
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: Team Grandstand, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Graduation, Kissing/Making Out, Love Confessions
Word Count: 938
***
Asahi has come to realize that, for someone who has spent the better part of three years calling Asahi out on his cowardice, Suga himself is quite the scaredy-cat. Case in point, Asahi’s present situation: alone in a club room that smells strongly of sneaker deodorizer, with sunlight coming in through the window, heat pooling in his face, and the second button of Suga’s gakuran pressed tightly in the palm of his hand.
More than anything else, it was the surprise that left Asahi so paralyzed. If you’d asked him even just a few minutes earlier, when the ceremony was drawing to a close, he would have laughed and guessed that Suga might be planning to give his button to Daichi; over their high school career those two had made themselves an inseparable unit, Sawamura-and-Sugawara, in the same classes, on the same team, and no longer keeping track of who owed the other how much money in snacks. Or, Asahi might have said that Suga would be keeping his button, the same way he always kept his cards close to his chest. Daichi had become easy enough to read after the first month of high school, but Suga’s thoughts remain enigmatic to this day.
Which is probably why Asahi hadn’t seen the button coming. Part of him is inclined to believe that this is Suga’s idea of a joke, or a well-intentioned good luck charm, maybe, except that jokes and charms don’t usually come with sweet cheek kisses, and a whiff of The Good Cologne© that Suga saves for special occasions.
When feeling returns to his legs, Asahi runs. Suga’s had the head start now, and once he joins their kouhai Asahi might not be able to get him alone for the rest of the day, so he has to find Suga before that happens. He really can’t go another minute without knowing why he’s holding this— and the button in his pocket is sitting heavy, wanting to be given.
“Suga!” He roars loud enough to be heard across Karasuno’s campus, too invested to be embarrassed of the attention he might elicit if it means Suga will hear him. But Suga actually isn’t far; he’s sitting on the steps that lead up to the various club rooms, and he spooks when he hears Asahi, making them both blush immediately.
“I’m sorry,” Asahi says quickly. “I thought you were going back to the ceremony, and I couldn’t—“
“It’s okay,” Suga responds just as anxiously. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have run.”
“Why… why did you run, exactly?”
Suga wraps his arms around himself tightly, hugging his gakuran shut because all of the buttons are undone. Asahi can see the loose black thread where the second one was hastily pulled out. “Because I was scared,” he confesses with a little smile, as though laughing at himself. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”
“Yes,” Asahi agrees, sitting on the step beside Suga. The stairs are narrow, so their thighs are pressed together. It’s not new for them to sit so close, not after hundreds of bus rides to games, but there is a new spark in Asahi at the contact. He opens his hand and shows Suga the button, as if Suga’s forgotten he has it now. “Scared of me, or scared of this? Because if you’re scared of me, that’s very ridiculous. You’ve faced Nationals, and college entrance exams, and two generations of angry Ukai coaches.”
“You still don’t get it,” Suga laughs again. “Those things were much easier to face because I had you on my side. Nothing scares me when I’m with you.”
Asahi looks at Suga, eyes wide as his face burns, and he tries to make sense of this. Suga practically has his face buried in his knees, and there’s telltale redness high on his cheekbones.
“Suga…”
“I think I’ve liked you for so long,” he confesses emphatically. “But I didn’t even realize it until you left the team after last year’s Spring High. And when you came back… I’ve wanted to tell you the whole time. But I kept putting it off out of fear; I kept telling myself it wasn’t the right time. That if I upset you it would fuck over the whole team, that it might even make you leave again.”
“Suga,” Asahi murmurs. “I’m so sorry…”
Suga laughs, high and clear, and punches Asahi’s arm. “Why on Earth are you apologizing now?”
“I don’t know! I… I didn’t say anything, either.”
Ashai watches Suga blink slowly, his hazel-gray eyes going wide as the realization dawns on him. Sheepishly, Asahi reaches into his pants pocket, a tight fit because of how close he and Suga are sitting, and pulls out his own button.
“M-my gakuran doesn’t fit anymore, so I had to take this off at home, but it— I was planning to give it you.”
Suga’s eyes sparkle as he reaches into Asahi’s palm and lifts the button with unnecessary delicacy. He holds it with his thumb, index, and middle fingers, looking at it like it's a gold coin.
“Suga...” Asahi mumbles shyly, self-consciously. It's overwhelming, how wonderstruck Suga looks at the small gesture. A gesture that he did first.
Suga brings the button up to his lips, kisses it, and turns to Asahi with the widest smile he's ever seen. “We have to make up for so much lost time, Asahi,” he says, throwing his leg over Asahi's thigh. “I say we get started right now!”
When Daichi finds them fifteen minutes later, making out on those steps with Suga sitting in Asahi's lap, all he can do is sigh and comment, “Finally.”
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I mean ignoring merch because he does wear it in merchso I was happy to finally fit that into a fic!Suga's been waiting years for this, he's absolutely gonna smooch the soul out of Asahi. And Asahi can't complain ;)
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ahh i love these two togetherrrrrr.
Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
I'm glad you like it and I love your icon!!