Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke/Sugimoto Terufumi Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal Major Tags: none Other Tags: second person, teru's inability to shut up Original Work:link by chameleonskin Word Count: 425 words
i had no idea how to end this
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All seventeen years of your life have been leading up to this moment. Well, not this moment. The moment tomorrow morning. But, you suppose, they've also led up to this moment, the prelude to the moment which they ultimately lead up to. Anyway. Tomorrow is the day that you've been chasing since the first day your small hands had gripped handlebars, short legs stretched to reach pedals.
There's one day left until the Inter High.
You inhale and take a long look at yourself in the club room mirror. You're still not quite used to it, after two years of watching others wear it, seeing yourself in Sohoku's cycling uniform. It feels so much different than your usual jersey, almost like you're carrying an extra weight on you, the weight of expectations. And yet, seeing yourself bearing Sohoku yellow and red makes you feel so light you could fly. Tomorrow, this jersey will taste the sweat and tears of the Inter High. You've experienced an awful lot for a cyclist of only seventeen years, but you've yet to escape the sidelines, to push your way through the pack, to feel the wind rushing through your hair as you pedal over the finish line to end all finish lines.
Speaking of pushing. You look over your shoulder to see your, er, boyfriend? You're not quite sure. You're not exactly the most experienced guy when it comes to relationships. You think ruefully of all the obligation chocolates you've ever received on Valentine's Day. But that's besides the point. The point is: you look over at your friend slash coach who may or may not also be your boyfriend.
He zips up his jersey and looks up at you, meeting your gaze. He lets the smallest of smiles flit across his face. You've noticed that, lately. Him smiling, that is. You'd like to think that you've contributed greatly to that. You deserve an award. The world should be thanking you for letting itself be graced by Shunsuke's angelic smiles. Not that you spend most of your time chasing after them, or anything.
But you smile back. You raise a single finger in the air, as is customary for you, and ask:
"Do you want to take a picture together? I mean, to commemorate our last practice with the club?"
It's only right for you to do so, as the captain and vice captain.
Shunsuke nods and comes closer, placing his hand on the small of your back.
Like you will tomorrow, as you push him over the finish.
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: second person, teru's inability to shut up
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 425 words
i had no idea how to end this
***
All seventeen years of your life have been leading up to this moment. Well, not this moment. The moment tomorrow morning. But, you suppose, they've also led up to this moment, the prelude to the moment which they ultimately lead up to. Anyway. Tomorrow is the day that you've been chasing since the first day your small hands had gripped handlebars, short legs stretched to reach pedals.
There's one day left until the Inter High.
You inhale and take a long look at yourself in the club room mirror. You're still not quite used to it, after two years of watching others wear it, seeing yourself in Sohoku's cycling uniform. It feels so much different than your usual jersey, almost like you're carrying an extra weight on you, the weight of expectations. And yet, seeing yourself bearing Sohoku yellow and red makes you feel so light you could fly. Tomorrow, this jersey will taste the sweat and tears of the Inter High. You've experienced an awful lot for a cyclist of only seventeen years, but you've yet to escape the sidelines, to push your way through the pack, to feel the wind rushing through your hair as you pedal over the finish line to end all finish lines.
Speaking of pushing. You look over your shoulder to see your, er, boyfriend? You're not quite sure. You're not exactly the most experienced guy when it comes to relationships. You think ruefully of all the obligation chocolates you've ever received on Valentine's Day. But that's besides the point. The point is: you look over at your friend slash coach who may or may not also be your boyfriend.
He zips up his jersey and looks up at you, meeting your gaze. He lets the smallest of smiles flit across his face. You've noticed that, lately. Him smiling, that is. You'd like to think that you've contributed greatly to that. You deserve an award. The world should be thanking you for letting itself be graced by Shunsuke's angelic smiles. Not that you spend most of your time chasing after them, or anything.
But you smile back. You raise a single finger in the air, as is customary for you, and ask:
"Do you want to take a picture together? I mean, to commemorate our last practice with the club?"
It's only right for you to do so, as the captain and vice captain.
Shunsuke nods and comes closer, placing his hand on the small of your back.
Like you will tomorrow, as you push him over the finish.