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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

PLAY BALL! For this round, we'd like you to take inspiration from songs, sayings, poems, and other kinds of famous words.

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It is indeed too hot (hot damn)

G-Goodness, that is good

Anybody got something to cool down with?

Aww it is what I had in mind indeed, and you did a lovely job! Bittersweet feeling...

BWAHAHAHA this is cute and hilarious...

No major tag warnings. Additional tags: crack, probably // Word Count: 1093 // (So much self-indulgence in this fic.)

So, the recruitment plan to gather new members was a bust.

It seemed that the swim team’s presentation of their so called “charm points”, in reality, charmed very few (did anyone even clap during that assembly?). Kou and Nagisa had thought that by displaying their team's best assets it would entice new members into joining their swim club, but alas no one new showed up. Thus, it was time to get aggressive and actively seek out new recruits; the club’s future depended on it!

Which brings Kou and her gang to their current situation.

What year is he in? Is he new? Is he a transfer student? Oh gosh, those upper arm muscles! Is he backstroke swimmer like Makoto-senpai? Does he swim free like Haruka-senpai? He’d be a great addition to the team either way!

Kou glanced to her side and noticed that her other classmates, Rei and Nagisa, were also contemplating the possibility of recruiting said person if the glint in Nagisa’s eyes and Rei’s calculating gaze had anything to say about it.

A fine specimen of toned muscles and rugged features was presented before them, and they were quick to pounce. But those handsome features twisted into a look of confusion.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, but what?”

“Your name! What is your name?” Kou repeated, already extending the clipboard and pen towards “Nice Muscles”-san.

Before the guy could dissolve into more confusion at the sudden confrontation from these three second-years, another person casually swaggered over and put on a dazzling smile.

“Yahoo~ I see you’ve found my lost Iwa-chan, I thank you kindly, but I’ll be taking my ace back now.”

Kou analyzed the new comer and while admittedly, he was also indeed athletically fit, the first guy had much nicer triceps she noted as he (hesitantly) extended his arm out to accept the clipboard.

(Iwaizumi pulled the clipboard towards him to read the small-print title at the top, unintentionally, flexing his upper arm as well.)

And biceps too. Much more defined biceps. That one definately was their guy.

“Oh…I see…but uhm…” She faltered in addressing the brunet for he had not introduced himself yet.

“Oikawa Tooru.”

“Oh! Thank you Oikawa-san, but we were in the middle of recruiting…?” This time Kou turned towards the first guy who looked less confused and more annoyed, but his expression softened as he turned back towards her.

“Iwaizumi Hajime.” He huffed out shrugging off Oikawa’s hand that was (possessively) on his shoulder to return the clipboard back to Kou.

“Thanks for the offer, but—“

“We have key-chains! And Iwatobi bread!” Nagisa suddenly sprang forward and pulled out two questionably looking “bread” like things. Was that even edible? Iwaizumi caught Oikawa’s muttering of how he’d rather stick with milk bread.

“We earned a place to compete in regionals last year!”

“…Although we did get disqualified for pulling a stunt like that.”

“Don’t tell them that Nagisa-kun!”

“Ah! Sorry Rei-chan.”

“But our times are still good! We’re aiming for Nationals this year!”

“Iwa-chan is already on a team aiming for Nationals.” Oikawa grounded out, his fake smile faltering.

“Oikawa, stop that!”

“But Iwa-chan—!“

Their bickering grew in volume that it drew the attention of others. Kindaichi and Kunimi were sent to go find where their captain and vice-captain ran off to. While Makoto and Haru arrived quickly with the extra boxes of key-chains and Iwatobi bread upon hearing the commotion.

“Iwa-chan, please join our swim team!” Nagisa pleaded.

“You don’t get to call him Iwa-chan! Only I get to call him that, right Iwa-chan?!”

“Then Iwaizumi-san, won’t you please join our swim team and you can teach us how to receive those muscle results like that, you’re training regiment must be solid!”

“I’m sorry, but, the positions of favorite kouhais are taken.”

“Kindaichi, you’re joining into the fray as well?! Kunimi please be the voice of reason.”

“This is all very troublesome.”

“N-now guys! Let’s all calm down now.”

“And who are you?!”

“Makoto-senpai!”

“Mako-chan!”

With a grand flourish and with pride, Nagisa introduced the other two of the team, “This is our team captain, Tachibana Makoto! And his vice-captain, Nanase Haruka! Haru-chan is a very talented swimmer, some even call him a genius at this age!”

Oikawa pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation, “Listen up, Megane, Chibi, Ponytail, Puppy Eyes, and Tobio-chan #2. Iwa-chan can’t join your team because he’s already a third year on our volleyball team, he goes to a different school – located in a different prefecture entirely actually – and we’re only here for an away practice game set up by our coaches.”

Kunimi chose that time to chime in, “Speaking of which, Oikawa-san and Iwaizumi-san, we should be heading back the others are probably looking for us by now.”

And with that, the four volleyball players bid their farewells. Kunimi looking bored with the entire ordeal already, Kindaichi side-eyeing the hyper Nagisa, Oikawa a bit miffed but chose to use that to rile himself up for their upcoming scrimmage, and lastly, Iwaizumi who had the decency to at least look somewhat apologetic for the behavior of his team.

He shook hands with Kou and flashed her a small smile, “I’m sorry for that one”, he tilted his head in Oikawa’s direction who just huffed and crossed his arms. “I’d be more than willing to discuss training plans with you. I don’t think our volleyball drills will do you guys any good, but I can offer advice on muscle training and cardio. You swimmers need to mind your muscle mass and keep up your endurance during swim meets.”

“Oh! Of course!” Kou replied happily and was writing down her email address to give to him. She could use this information in planning for their next training camp, after all.

The Iwatobi team waved goodbye to the volleyball players who headed off toward their gymnasium.

Kou stared at the email address in her hand dreamily, “Oh, those incredible triceps!”

Makoto stared at her in surprise, “What?! Triceps?! Is that how the entire commotion started?”

“Don’t worry Mako-chan! You have your charm points as well! In the form of your back muscles!”

“Ah…Nagisa, must we bring that up again,” The tips of their captain’s ears were bright red as he recalled the memories of the assembly.

“Despite losing a good candidate, we still need to focus on the task at hand guys! We need to recruit new members!”

“Yeah!” The rest of team Iwatobi echoed, plus Haru who nodded off distractedly.

‘What was a 'Tobio-chan'. Their mascot was [Iwa]tobi-chan?’
x-o-x-o-x

This totally ran away from me, oh my goodness. It turned into an Iwatobi vs. Seijou tug-of-war for Iwa-chan. Then I tried to reel it back in at the end. Crossovers are a lot more difficult to write than I thought. @w@ I hope this was okay!

Edited 2015-06-13 02:17 (UTC)

tHAT'S SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE

A+++++ 10/10

No major tag contents.
Artwork done by

megumonster.
✥ With permission to post this fill on behalf of the artist and approved by the SASO refs.

"The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon." -- Jean Ingelow

Edited 2015-06-13 01:38 (UTC)

Kagami Taiga/Murasakibara Atsushi, KNB

"Fuck you! And your eyebrows!"
- Walter White, Breaking Bad

Content Warnings: Implied bad or emotionally abusive relationship
Words: 812

This isn’t the first time there’s been a knock on Rei’s door late at night. This isn’t the first time he’s opened it to find Rin standing hunched against the doorframe, shoulders slumped and huddled in his jacket.

This is the first time he hasn’t been crying, and Rei doesn’t like that.

“Hello, Rin-san. Please, come in.”

Rin cracks a smile, but it’s tired and thin. He pushes off the doorframe with a speed suggesting he has weights tied to his arms, stepping in when Rei moves aside.

“You don’t sound surprised to see me.”

“I suppose I’m starting to get used to this. Maybe I should just give you my spare key.”

Rin’s laugh is humorless. He looks like how Rei felt, when he realized Rin wasn’t crying.

“Sorry. I really didn’t mean for this to happen so much.” He scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. “It’s going to get better soon, though, you know? He’s just stressed out from final exams and I’m stressed from training for my next meet, but when he graduates and starts his job, it’s… it’s gonna be better.”

The look he gives Rei is almost pleading for reassurance. The first few times, Rei argued with him, but it only made everything worse, so now he just nods like he’s expected to. Nods, and wonders if it will ever actually get better. “I hope you’re both less stressed soon.”

“Thanks.”

They stand, silent, in the entry for a moment longer, and though it is quiet, it doesn’t feel that awkward. If anything, what Rei feels is anticipation. Maybe he will say something. Maybe Rin will say something.

In the end, all he says is, “Would you like something to eat, Rin-san? I have some leftover curry…”

“No, it’s alright. I ate already.”

“Something to drink, then?”

“Water’s fine.”

“Water it is.”

Rei fetches them some glasses while Rin goes to take his place on the couch. He knows where Rei keeps his blankets now, and he pulls one out and sets it on the armrest. This isn’t the first time he’s slept here.

“Here you are, Rin-san.” Rei holds out the glass when he returns. Rin takes it, sipping slowly. He looks tired, and his eyes fall on a picture lying on the coffee table, of Rei and Nagisa at a festival.

“How is Nagisa these days?”

“He’s very well. He’s going on his first mission to the space station soon.”

“Wow, seriously?” Rin can’t help but smile fondly. “I can’t believe our Nagisa is going into space.”

Rei laughs, also fond, looking at the picture. “Things are really looking up for him. You didn’t hear it from me, but before he goes, he’s going to propose to his girlfriend.”

“Our Nagisa going into space and getting married?” Rin laughs. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not!”

“I can’t believe it.” Rin stops laughing, still looking at the photo. “I really need to catch up with him sometime.”

“He’d like that.”

“Mm.”

Rin’s eyes go far away, and Rei doubts he will. He knows that he’s the only one who Rin has been in contact with, since he moved in with his boyfriend. He knows by the way Makoto cautiously asks, “How’s Rin?” The way Nagisa says he wishes he could talk to his friend again. The way Haru never mentions him.

It’s not right to feel special over that. Not when they’re all in such pain.

“How about you?” says Rin, breaking Rei out of his reverie. “Any romantic changes I don’t know about?”

“Me?” Rei blinks, staring at Rin, staring at the way his hair falls, messy, around his face, he slight smile over sharp teeth, his tired eyes that actually hold a hint of mirth.

He stares, then looks down at his glass.

“You know I don’t have time for anything like romance, Rin-san.”

It’s only ever been you.

“Yeah, yeah. You keep saying that. But a cute, smart guy like you? You could have anyone.” Rin says it jokingly, but when Rei looks back up, he isn’t meeting Rei’s eyes. “Or maybe you just haven’t met anyone who’s good enough, huh?”

You deserve so much better than me.

As a few minutes ago in the entry, the two are silent. Maybe Rei will say something. Maybe Rin will say something.

In the end, Rei says, “I have to be up early for work tomorrow, Rin-san, so if you’ll excuse me…”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry.” Rin turns away, begins to fuss with the blanket while Rei gets up to go to his bedroom. “Thanks again, for letting me borrow your couch.”

“It’s never any trouble, Rin-san.”

“I promise, this is the last time. Things are going to get better. He’s going to get better.”

It’s not the first time Rin has said this. Rei just smiles weakly at him.

“I hope so, Rin-san. Goodnight.”

“Night, Rei.”

No major content tags. // Word Count: 129 // Lines: 32

They’ll say you can’t
They’ll tell you no
Dear, weeping child
Where will you go?

They say to learn,
One must first fail
Blood, sweat, and tears
How many dreams derail

They’ll call you foolish
They’ll say you’re a joke,
Criticizing your appearance
Before you even spoke

Your actions are governed
Either out of love
Or out of fear

Do you love the game?
Or will you walk away
Carrying your shame

An indomitable will
Your ‘useless’ pride
It is time to make a choice
It is time to decide

They’ll say you can’t,
They’ll tell you no
But listen to me child
You must unclench those fists
Brush off the dirt
Dry those tears
Anything can happen
Anything can be,
Just open your eyes
And let yourself see.

x-o-x-o-x

Ahhh the atmosphere of this is so perfect, especially how Ishigaki just kind of cuts into Midousuji's self-fulfilling thought circle and keeps him distracted for awhile which is one of my favorite things about them. Thank you for this!

Thanks! I'm glad you like it!

*hands you the squirt guns from the OVA* if all else fails, we can bring in the firemen but it was a certain fireman (and his police lover) who put us in this predicament in the first place. well hot damn.

word count: 494
content tags: none applicable

Toudou keeps two clocks on the homescreen of his phone, one set to Japan time and the other eight hours behind. He doesn't need it, not to know at the quickest glimpse of the time at the edge of a screen or walking past a billboard exactly when London is.

He's eight hours ahead but always feels like he's behind, racing, racing to catch up.

"Good morning," he sings into his phone in the afternoon, when the sunlight melts into a slow dark gold, slanting through the windows of his apartment like treacle. "Did you have a good sleep?"

There's no reply but he doesn't expect one, leaving voicemails through the day like a scattering of breadcrumbs, like polished pebbles in a dark forest.

"Remember to eat a healthy breakfast today! It's the most important part of the day. Ah, I had something really delicious for lunch, I'm going to send you a photo."

His day turns to photos and words, bits and bytes of data that wing through the air and over the seas.

"Take care of yourself."

With a sigh, Toudou sets his phone face down. There's things to do - assignments to complete, reading to be done, dinner later with Shinkai that Toudou needs to prepare his heart for since Shinkai made it a distinctly obnoxious point to consume as many deep fried calories as possible in front of Toudou's delicate sensibilities.

Later that night, they'll both drink a little too much and end up leaving loud, slurred singing on Arakita's message bank and shouted declerations on Fukutomi's. It's not until past one in the morning that Toudou staggers back into his apartment, just sober enough to catch the last train home and remember how keys work, if only barely. He thinks about just falling face first into bed (without even washing his face and carefully patting on three different types of lotion) but there's something...

He pats his pockets down until he finds his phone and barely needs to look to call up his Line messenger, ああ巻ちゃん　right on the top of his contacts list.

"Have a good day, Maki-chan," he says. "Goodnight."

In the morning, Toudou wakes up with an inelegant groan and takes an entire minute and a half to convince himself that opening his eyes is worth it. It takes another three to actually open his eyes, but the first thing he does is reach for his phone.

There's a long list of notifications, messages from Arakita and Shinkai and even one solitary confused message from Fukutomi, but the oldest notification - timestamped 1:27am - is what he opens first, heart pounding.

"Goodnight, Jinpachi. I hope you remembered to drink water."

It's only eight seconds but the familiar awkward cackle of Makishima's laughter sends a stab of pain through his head and another in his chest. He fumbles his phone for a few precious seconds, trying to hit the microphone icon.

"MAKI-CHAN!!"

((lmao im rly embarrassed the original fill can't be changed BUT ANYWAY FIND THE EDITED VERSION HERE: ao3))

OMG PLEASE. SOMEONE. ANYONE.

no warnings, played kinda loose with the prompt :>>
word count: 1770

pull

When Arakita walks into the clubhouse, early for practice, he sees Toudou sitting on a bench near the lockers, head bent over his cellphone. His fingers are tapping away furiously, and sometimes his shoulders twitch or he shakes his head, probably in response to what he’s reading. But that’s not what catches Arakita’s attention.

Toudou’s headband is sitting next to him on the bench instead of resting on his head. His hair’s falling over his face, creating a dark, smooth curtain. The light doesn’t exactly get caught on it; more like it gets lost in it.

Maybe Arakita makes a sound. Toudou looks up suddenly, with a jerky motion, out of place from his usual purposeful grace. His hair tries to fall back from his face, but there are some stubborn strands that stay, brushing his cheeks. His eyes have gone big from surprise, his mouth slightly parted.

“What’s this?” Arakita says. “It’s a miracle, you took the fucking headband off your head. Worried you were gonna get a bald spot?”

“Ha!” Toudou says, expression back to its normal superior air. He shakes his head to let all his hair fall back. “Shows what you know about hair care.”

Arakita joins him on the bench, picking up the headband and holding it out. Toudou takes it from him and places it back on his head. He doesn’t realize some hair is sticking out funny, too busy staring at his phone again to do his usual mirror check.

“Talking to Makishima?” Arakita asks.

“Mhmm,” Toudou hums, frowning at the screen, scrolling up in a conversation.

“Oh, sorry,” Arakita says, and he pulls on the hair that’s escaping Toudou’s headband, edging on hard. “He’d have to reply for it to be actually talking.”

Toudou shrieks as his hands fly up to his head, phone still clutched tight between in his fingers. “How dare you!” he yells, and Arakita’s already leapt up to run away.

He’s run out of the clubhouse and around it, to the back, when he finally slows down. He gives a furtive look around to make sure Toudou hasn’t followed him.

Arakita presses a hand to his mouth in embarrassment. He shakes his head at himself. Toudou’s hair had been just as soft to the touch as it had looked.

“I found you!”

Arakita looks up to see Toudou standing in front of him, hands on his hips in a victory pose. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Arakita thinks Toudou must be having a bad day. His hair is still in disarray, and he doesn’t usually do anything more than talk back at Arakita.

Now he’s huffing a bit from his run, a bright glint to his eyes adding to his feverish look.

“Okay,” Arakita says. “So what are you gonna do?”

“I--” Toudou starts. His mouth tightens, and he tucks his phone that he’d still been holding into his pocket. “I’m going back. Practice is about to start.”

Arakita follows after him.
--

bite

Arakita feels rather unsurprised to find out that Toudou is a biter. He doesn’t feel happy about it, though.

“Let go! You’re like a fucking chihuahua, fuck!” Arakita yells, as he and Toudou struggle against each other on the ground, in the empty clubhouse. He tries to pull his arm out of Toudou’s mouth and strangely sharp teeth. Was that normal for a human?

Toudou releases his bite. “Drop the phone!” he barks out, and when Arakita growls back in refusal, he sets his teeth back, hard.

“Shit on a stick!” Arakita yells, again. Maybe if he gets really foul, Toudou will let go to chastise him. “Motherfucker! Fucktruck! I’m gonna punch you in the dick! I’m gonna--”

“Yasutomo! Jinpachi!”

Arakita and Toudou both freeze in the middle of their scuffle. They look up.

Shinkai is staring at their completely appropriate tangle of limbs in disbelief.

“Uh,” Arakita starts, and then figures he doesn’t have to explain himself to Shinkai anyway. He surreptitiously pockets Toudou’s phone.

Toudou apparently holds himself to a higher standard of behaviour, or whatever it is he’s always complaining Arakita should do, because he’s trying to explain the situation.

“He took my phone! And said he’d break it, and I was in the middle of an important conversation--”

“You’re always in the middle of an important conversation,” Arakita grumbles. “And at some point, it’s gotta give. At some point, it’s no longer important. And with who, anyway? Someone who doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

“That’s not true! Maki-chan cares very much for me, which you wouldn’t understand.”

“Ha!” Arakita says. He doesn’t say anything else.

Shinkai gives Arakita a strange look. Then he smiles his usual smile. “You two get along so well. I wanted to know if anyone would like to go for lunch with me.”

“I came here for privacy in the first place,” Toudou says, glaring at Arakita, “so I’m going to decline.”

Arakita figures there’s no point bashing his head against the wall that is Toudou Jinpachi anymore today. He pulls himself out of their tangle and stands up. “Yeah, I’ll come,” he says.

Toudou lets out forceful sigh. “My phone, Arakita.”

“Eh?” Arakita says, and puts on a show of looking around him.

Shinkai coughs. “Maybe you should check your pocket.”

“Oh,” Arakita says, as he pulls out Toudou’s phone from his pocket. “This phone, Toudou? Here you go.”

He holds the phone by the charm attached to it, letting it swing, making no move to actually hand it over. Toudou scrambles up and grabs it.

“I don’t know what is wrong with you these days,” he says, back to frowning at his phone screen. Toudou looks paler than he should be, worn out and unhappy.

“Yeah,” Arakita says. “Me neither.”

--

Shinkai wants to go to their usual diner, so that’s where they are when he gets too curious for his own good.

“What were you two doing in the clubhouse? There are no weekend practices anymore,” Shinkai says.

“What were you doing, then,” Arakita asks back at him.

Shinkai shrugs. “I figured there’d be other people like me, missing the club.” He gives a wry smile, noticeably different from his usual expression.

Arakita nods, staring at his hands folded above the table. “I just went to check it out and found Toudou there, so.” He shrugs.

“So you decided to be a nuisance?” Shinkai’s back to his placid smile. “You’ve been messing with him quite a bit.”

Arakita clicks his tongue. “He’s been acting weird. Annoying in a different way.” He shakes his head. “We can’t leave the club behind to the second-years with this kind of attitude, you know. There are a lot of them who, I guess because they’re stupid, look up to their vice-captain.”

Shinkai gives a small laugh. “I guess we’re all a little stupid.”

“Speak for yourself,” Arakita snaps. “That asshole just bit me. Plus, Izumida’s gotta be worse than stupid, cause he looks up to you.”

“Ah, Yasutomo, you hurt me,” Shinkai says, his gaze lazy. “Izumida’s good, he’ll do well next year.”

“Yeah,” Arakita agrees, not as reluctantly as he’d like. “They’ll be fine.”
--

punch

Arakita’s already stopped by Fukutomi’s and Shinkai’s dorm rooms, and neither were in, so he finally decides to go by Toudou’s.

Toudou answers after three knocks, looking the way Arakita usually feels deep within his soul: pissed off.

“Yes?” he says. “How can I help you?”

“Just wanna hang out,” Arakita says, pushing his way into Toudou’s room.

“With me?” Toudou says, not even looking at Arakita as he closes the door and settles back into his chair. “What an honour.”

Arakita stares at Toudou as Toudou ignores him. He looks as put together as always, but there’s something lacking. Some brightness, or vitality, or something that makes Toudou who he is. Arakita doesn’t like it. There’s no point antagonizing Toudou while he feels sorry for him. Actually, there hasn’t even been a need to antagonize Toudou at all lately. He’s been unusually quiet, keeping to himself and to his phone.

Something on Toudou’s desk catches Arakita’s attention. “Is that one of Shinkai’s powerbars?”

Toudou looks at the powerbar, and then at Arakita. “Yes. He’s been plying me with them for a week now. I have no idea why.”

Arakita cranes his neck, and sees that it’s not just one powerbar, it’s a whole pile. “Ha! Typical.”

“What’s typical?” Toudou asks.

“Shinkai’s doing the best he can,” Arakita says, faked gentleness. “But unfortunately his best is pushing his nasty food on people.”

Toudou cracks a smile at that, and then looks torn over it. He sighs. “Maki-chan is going to London for university,” he blurts out.

Arakita feels like saying ‘Aha!’ but restrains himself. He knew it though. That green-haired freak was fucking things up.

“Are you in love with him or something,” Arakita asks, trying and failing to hit casual.

Toudou’s cheeks go pink and Arakita looks away. He doesn’t care.

“It’s, whatever, if you are,” Arakita says. “I mean, I guess it sucks that he’s leaving, and also you have terrible taste, but is that really a surprise.”

“He won’t reply to my messages,” Toudou says, voice bordering on petulant.

“What else is new?” Arakita asks. “Don’t you have your shitty mountain senses to keep close to him?”

“Don’t call them--” Toudou starts, and then interrupts himself before he swears. “But it’s true. Maki-chan and I will always have the mountains.”

“Yech.” Arakita sticks out his tongue. “That almost sounded romantic. Keep that garbage away from me.”

Toudou sits up a bit straighter, his eyes brighter. He gives Arakita a sly look. “Despite being yourself, Arakita, you’ve made me see something good about the situation.” He taps his chin with an index finger.

“Only you would say something like that,” Arakita says. He sometimes hates that they have that in common, insulting and complimenting people with the same breath. This is one of those moments.

Just then Toudou’s phone plays a jingle. “Maki-chan!” Toudou cries out, and goes for his phone. He busies himself with it, biting his lip as he reads the message.

Arakita stares at Toudou, hunches his shoulders up. Then he takes a step back, stares at the pile of powerbars. He studies the brand name on the wrapping.

“Alright, see?” Arakita nods. “That’s good. So, I’ll just see myself out then,” Arakita tells the powerbars.

Toudou makes a distracted sound of agreement. Arakita turns and walks out the door, feeling like he got fucking gut-punched.

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midorima shintarou/takao kazunari, knb

"Maybe we will wake up
singing. Maybe we will wake up to the silence
of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere." -richard siken, dots everywhere

thank you! i felt like i was taking a risk since i'm not anywhere near caught up in the manga and so i haven't seen their more interesting interactions, but it was a fun risk :>

i wish i could have made it more... actually smutty, like the prompt truly deserves, but [sweats, stares at hands] i was too embarrassed

:0! from one prompt-filler to another, your art above is beautiful!

thank you <3

This is so

I'm so

;A; <3

ushijima wakatoshi & oikawa tooru, haikyuu!!

"Oikawa: Look, Ushiwaka-chan. I want to apologize for everything I said. For what it’s worth, I really like having you around.
Ushijima: No, you don’t.
Oikawa: I know. I have dreams where I staple your fingers to your face." -scrubs but also incorrecthaikyuu

Edited 2015-06-13 05:17 (UTC)

warnings: n/a
word count: 487

She's thin yet somehow blessed with hips and a bouncy, rounded chest. She's tall with long, thin legs and elegant fingers. Her hair is mesmerizing as it flutters about her waist, and Riko cannot help but be pulled in its spell.

She hates it. She hates it so much how often she thinks about Satsuki in her itty bitty bikini, Satsuki soaked to the bone and wearing her bear shirt, Satsuki's breasts pressed up against her own, so soft and pliant and-

"Riko?"

She nearly falls off the bench when Hyuuga calls her name, and she ignores his cries of protest when she smacks him with her clipboard. She stands, smooths her skirt, and barks orders to the rest of the team as they practice their drills. It's a good distraction, watching her men sweat and push themselves to meet her expectations. Their muscles grow and their stamina improves before her ever-watchful eyes.

"Riko, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, of course. Do you really have time to be standing there talking? Have you completed your 20 sets?" She taps on her clipboard with her pen then shoots a sharp look up toward him. Oh, the satisfaction when he flinches will never get old.

"N- not yet, but- I just wanted to make sure you were okay?"

"I already answered you." A strand of hair falls in her face, and she hastily tucks it behind her ear. At his expression, her words soften, and she sighs. "Really, I'm fine. Just- thinking about the upcoming tournament is all. I'm sure it's what's on everyone's mind right now."

The next tournament where Satsuki will be, her hair pulled up a ponytail, maybe, her skirt hiked up around her thighs, her pen to her lips. The next tournament where Satsuki will be in plain view right across the court, her hoodie always loose but not enough to hide her chest, her piercing pink eyes darting left and right across the court and nowhere near Riko.

"...Yeah, it is." Hyuuga looks unconvinced but respectful of her silence. "We're facing Touou next, after all. It's not going to be an easy one."

"Especially with that manager of theirs..." Damn it.

"Her data is definitely a big problem, but you don't think that Aomine of theirs actually reads that stuff, do you? He's a monster on the court, but besides that he seems..."

Riko could almost kiss Hyuuga for being dull around the edges here and there. She doesn't, of course, because his chapped, thin lips are nothing in comparison to Satsuki's, so full and soft, slightly shimmering with the sheen of lip gloss. She wonders how they'd look bitten red and- "R-right! Anyway, if you don't get those sets done right away, I'll quadruple your load! Then I'm sure Touou won't be a problem at all!"

He immediately flees, sputtering apologies, and she's just so grateful for small distractions.

Fandom secret, I wrote the imasugi things that I did when there were only raws of those parts, so I had some pictures to go on but also took The Biggest Risk.

I feel u, I feel u a lot on that and on smutty things, but you made such a good fill and I'm pleased with it.

omg I just reread this and wow I left out so many random words, pff! I really should proofread more fills... I'm glad you liked it though! I've never written Midousuji's POV before, so that was a bit of a challenge. :O

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