Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke/Sugimoto Terufumi Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal Major Tags: none Other Tags: lapslock, second person, mild angst, weird artsy linebreaks Original Work:link by kuramochi Word Count: 458 words
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there is a space between you that you cannot breach.
you know that this is true. you know that no matter how much experience you may have, no matter how much experience you may obtain, that he will always be better than you. it's a fact of life, as sure as the fact that your name is sugimoto terufumi,
he's a prodigy, a genius
and you're just you
there is a space between you that you can never reach
you bow your head to him, low to the ground, and beg for his assistance. you know that there's more than a chance that he'll say no, that he'll brush you off like so many others (like the rest of the team), turn around and give his attentions to those less experienced. to those more worthy than you.
your eyes widen with surprise, when he nods and tells you to get on the rollers. you ride them, dutifully, head facing down, sweat dripping from your forehead as you pedal, pedal, pedal faster, faster, faster yet
never reaching him
there is a space between you that he cannot teach
he presses his hand against you, large and warm, spreading the tips of his fingers across the small of your back. he presses you forward, mumbling into your ear as you lean into the stretch. his voice is low and soothing, like a balm washing over your mind, even though his words are harsh, and his tone harsher.
it shouldn't comfort you, hearing him list all of your shortcomings, your short fallings, but. it's much much better than when nobody said anything at all.
you smile and nod. he scowls and presses your head closer to the ground, chastising you, telling you to stretch properly, to make up for your lousy form. you welcome his touch, as he draws his hand back from your head, fingers dancing lightly against the hairs at the base of your neck.
he tells you, in no uncertain terms, what you must do. you inhale, and think, that you would follow him anywhere, to the ends of the earth. to the finish line at the interhigh.
there is a space between you despite your speech
you brag and brag, but your smile fails to reach your eyes, as you think of races lost, of places lost. you smile at your friends (if you can call them that) that you failed to meet. you smile at the first years that you failed to beat.
but you smile.
you smile, as you reach your hand, across that space and he reaches back.
it's okay, you think, as he laces his fingers between yours
there is a space between you that you cannot breach alone
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: lapslock, second person, mild angst, weird artsy linebreaks
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 458 words
***
there is a space between you
that you cannot breach.
you know that this is true. you know that no matter how much experience you may have, no matter how much experience you may obtain, that he will always be better than you. it's a fact of life, as sure as the fact that your name is sugimoto terufumi,
he's a prodigy,
a genius
and you're
just
you
there is a space between you
that you can never reach
you bow your head to him, low to the ground, and beg for his assistance. you know that there's more than a chance that he'll say no, that he'll brush you off like so many others (like the rest of the team), turn around and give his attentions to those less experienced. to those more worthy than you.
your eyes widen with surprise, when he nods and tells you to get on the rollers. you ride them, dutifully, head facing down, sweat dripping from your forehead as you pedal, pedal, pedal faster, faster, faster yet
never
reaching
him
there is a space between you
that he cannot teach
he presses his hand against you, large and warm, spreading the tips of his fingers across the small of your back. he presses you forward, mumbling into your ear as you lean into the stretch. his voice is low and soothing, like a balm washing over your mind, even though his words are harsh, and his tone harsher.
it shouldn't comfort you, hearing him list all of your shortcomings, your short fallings, but. it's much much better than when nobody said anything at all.
you smile and nod. he scowls and presses your head closer to the ground, chastising you, telling you to stretch properly, to make up for your lousy form. you welcome his touch, as he draws his hand back from your head, fingers dancing lightly against the hairs at the base of your neck.
he tells you, in no uncertain terms, what you must do. you inhale, and think, that you would follow him anywhere, to the ends of the earth. to the finish line at the interhigh.
there is a space between you
despite your speech
you brag and brag, but your smile fails to reach your eyes, as you think of races lost, of places lost. you smile at your friends (if you can call them that) that you failed to meet. you smile at the first years that you failed to beat.
but you smile.
you smile, as you reach your hand, across that space
and he reaches back.
it's okay,
you think,
as he laces his fingers between yours
there is a space between you
that you cannot breach
alone
but he is there