Ship: Kinjou Shingo / Koga Kimitaka Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 754
First time writing Kinjou & KogaKin, guess you could say its full of hcs? Hope you like it anyway!
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Koga wishes he could turn around and look at Kinjou’s face, if only for second, just to see what kind of expression he’s wearing. If he’s as uncomfortable as he feels, if he’s rattling his brain trying to think of something to say like he is — If he honestly doesn’t care, the magazine he’s looking through the most interesting thing he can engage in the room.
He wonders if Kinjou’s face gave anything away when he saw him hunched over himself, filling a form. He wishes he had taken his time to go over his features, attempt to decipher what how really felt behind his frames (he became so much harder to read after the accident — he wonders if its obvious to anyone else). Instead he froze, felt his eyes widen and his throat close, and pretty much failed to respond normally to his curt greeting.
Too curt. He probably didn't expect to see him there. He tries not to give it too much thought.
"Um—"
"Did—"
Bad timing. Kinjou coughs. Koga dares angle himself, as casually as he can, so they're sort of facing each other. He mumbles a small "sorry", motions at Kinjou so he'll continue. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say anyway. (An empty pleasantry, probably, something perfectly neutral and polite and not at all what he'd like to ask).
From the corner of his eye he sees Kinjou nod, pick up where he left off.
"That form", he says. Koga looks at it. If you asked him what the last thing he wrote about was he wouldn't be able to answer, distracted and going on autopilot the moment he noticed Kinjou. "Did you forget to fill it the first time you came here?"
"Ah... No, this is my first time here. For this, anyway." He taps the clipper against his knee gently.
Kinjou hums. He could ask if he had come already for his shoulder, or if he hadn't yet, but doesn't. He could be thinking that Koga's taken too long to come for this. If he wanted, he could ask him if it was that bad he had to rest for that long, or if maybe he had done something to make it worse, or if it was something else like stubbornness or discomfort at the idea of having to set foot there.
Koga knows he'd answer, no matter what Kinjou asked nor how he asked it, and so he's glad he doesn't.
Koga could take this opportunity to ask about Kinjou's injuries too — Actually hear from him instead of through the grapevine. But when he's about to open his mouth, Kinjou beats him to it.
"I asked to see you after what happened the second day. Did you get my message?"
He did, so he nods. Tadokoro-san gave it to him. About how Kinjou wanted him to fix his bike (insisting that he'd keep riding, that he had to do it, acting every part the ace who never gave up Koga had always known he was).
He also asked him to listen to Tadokoro and the other senpai. Back then he thought, still did, that it was about how managing him had been unnofficially delegated to Kinjou until then.
"You didn't— Hmm." Kinjou backpedals, tries again like Koga'd forget the almost-accusation just like that. "Why didn't you listen?"
"Well... I honestly tried my best with the bike." The laugh he lets out sounds fairly convincing. It doesn't help lighten the mood though. "As for the other thing, I—"
"Koga-san."
Koga looks up at the therapist, stands as he offers her back a smile out of reflex. As she turns back inside the office, he looks at Kinjou. He says nothing, conveys nothing beyond 'it's fine, go inside'.
He decides to give an answer anyway.
"I couldn't just give up", he says simply, honestly, feels like the right answer, and the only thing he regrets is that he didn't go inside fast enough to not catch the minuscule frown, the almost inconspiscuous pull at Kinjou's lips — that he didn't know what to make of it.
He doesn’t see Kinjou when he's let out of the room (it was just an examination, didn't take long at all), doesn't run into Kinjou next week, nor the week afterwards.
When he casually brings it up to his therapist and she replies that he changed doctors, he plasters a polite smile on his face, nods, and fights to not to read too much into it.
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING G
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 754
First time writing Kinjou & KogaKin, guess you could say its full of hcs? Hope you like it anyway!
***
Koga wishes he could turn around and look at Kinjou’s face, if only for second, just to see what kind of expression he’s wearing. If he’s as uncomfortable as he feels, if he’s rattling his brain trying to think of something to say like he is — If he honestly doesn’t care, the magazine he’s looking through the most interesting thing he can engage in the room.
He wonders if Kinjou’s face gave anything away when he saw him hunched over himself, filling a form. He wishes he had taken his time to go over his features, attempt to decipher what how really felt behind his frames (he became so much harder to read after the accident — he wonders if its obvious to anyone else). Instead he froze, felt his eyes widen and his throat close, and pretty much failed to respond normally to his curt greeting.
Too curt. He probably didn't expect to see him there. He tries not to give it too much thought.
"Um—"
"Did—"
Bad timing. Kinjou coughs. Koga dares angle himself, as casually as he can, so they're sort of facing each other. He mumbles a small "sorry", motions at Kinjou so he'll continue. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say anyway. (An empty pleasantry, probably, something perfectly neutral and polite and not at all what he'd like to ask).
From the corner of his eye he sees Kinjou nod, pick up where he left off.
"That form", he says. Koga looks at it. If you asked him what the last thing he wrote about was he wouldn't be able to answer, distracted and going on autopilot the moment he noticed Kinjou. "Did you forget to fill it the first time you came here?"
"Ah... No, this is my first time here. For this, anyway." He taps the clipper against his knee gently.
Kinjou hums. He could ask if he had come already for his shoulder, or if he hadn't yet, but doesn't. He could be thinking that Koga's taken too long to come for this. If he wanted, he could ask him if it was that bad he had to rest for that long, or if maybe he had done something to make it worse, or if it was something else like stubbornness or discomfort at the idea of having to set foot there.
Koga knows he'd answer, no matter what Kinjou asked nor how he asked it, and so he's glad he doesn't.
Koga could take this opportunity to ask about Kinjou's injuries too — Actually hear from him instead of through the grapevine. But when he's about to open his mouth, Kinjou beats him to it.
"I asked to see you after what happened the second day. Did you get my message?"
He did, so he nods. Tadokoro-san gave it to him. About how Kinjou wanted him to fix his bike (insisting that he'd keep riding, that he had to do it, acting every part the ace who never gave up Koga had always known he was).
He also asked him to listen to Tadokoro and the other senpai. Back then he thought, still did, that it was about how managing him had been unnofficially delegated to Kinjou until then.
"You didn't— Hmm." Kinjou backpedals, tries again like Koga'd forget the almost-accusation just like that. "Why didn't you listen?"
"Well... I honestly tried my best with the bike." The laugh he lets out sounds fairly convincing. It doesn't help lighten the mood though. "As for the other thing, I—"
"Koga-san."
Koga looks up at the therapist, stands as he offers her back a smile out of reflex. As she turns back inside the office, he looks at Kinjou. He says nothing, conveys nothing beyond 'it's fine, go inside'.
He decides to give an answer anyway.
"I couldn't just give up", he says simply, honestly, feels like the right answer, and the only thing he regrets is that he didn't go inside fast enough to not catch the minuscule frown, the almost inconspiscuous pull at Kinjou's lips — that he didn't know what to make of it.
He doesn’t see Kinjou when he's let out of the room (it was just an examination, didn't take long at all), doesn't run into Kinjou next week, nor the week afterwards.
When he casually brings it up to his therapist and she replies that he changed doctors, he plasters a polite smile on his face, nods, and fights to not to read too much into it.