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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.

Because this is our first full round, please read this post carefully before proceeding!

This round ends at 7PM on June 13 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: "Hi-ho, Kermit the Frog here!" -Kermit the Frog
- The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Yachi & Kiyoko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Yachi/Kiyoko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
You cannot fill your team's prompts or your own prompts.

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)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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SCORING

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i'm so relieved AHAHA. good, i'm glad. THANKS AGAIN, IT WAS A PLEASURE...

why does this sound like a cover letter. WHATEVER, it was very much a delight working with your prompt.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OH MY GOSH!!!!!! you portrayed their relationship so so so well and gosh just!! its amazing!!!

aww thank you~ i'm glad you liked it :3

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Rin thought that to make the memory of his dad proud, he would become an Olympic swimmer. But then he realized that being like what he had been told about his father - a brave and caring man, the kind of man Rin is at heart too - would truly make him proud.

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The sound of the camera’s shutter was drowned out by the noise of the cheering crowd. Makoto moved from his post and adjusted the aperture before taking another series of action shots. In the span of seconds, the race was over. He chuckled before brushing a hand through his hair. He hoped he was able to capture the highlights of their race – from start to finish.

Makoto found himself waiting outside sitting on a bench as crowds upon crowds of people filed out of the exits. There were some families who lingered behind, waiting to congratulate their own athletes and embrace them for a job well done.

And speaking of the competitors.

Makoto’s very own duo appeared out of the building as Rin ran up to him and Haru was right behind him, following at a more leisurely pace.

“Makoto!” Rin grinned, smile all sharp. He placed his duffel bag down before slinging an arm around both him and Haru.

“Since our team placed in this tournament, we should all celebrate and go out to eat tonight.” He announced.

“Sounds good with me, where do you guys want to go?”

“I want to eat mackerel.” Haru piped up trying to get out of Rin’s grip.

“Of course you do, Haru.” Rin rolled his eyes fondly.

Makoto laughed before suggesting a new restaurant that opened down the street. If they rushed, they could make it before the dinnertime crowd came in.

Rin and Haru both slung their duffel bags cross their chests and Makoto adjusted the camera bag’s strap around him. The three of them decided to walk together and engaged in small talk. It was the little moments like these that Makoto cherished. He didn’t have plans to continue swimming competitively after high school. So, Makoto feared and worried that he would get left behind by these two who pursued their own dreams. He was happy for them, really he was, but without them his life seemed a little less…colorful and bright.

Makoto snapped out of his reverie when he noticed Rin’s hand right in front of his face.

“Earth to Makoto, come in Makoto. Anyone home?”

“Ah, sorry Rin! Just thinking.”

Rin turned around to face him and began to walk backwards, “Care to share?”

“Rin, that’s dangerous! You might run into something or others may run into you!” Makoto chastised.

The redhead slowed his pace before coming to a full stop in front of them. Haru, to his right, also slowed down and gently leaned on his arm – a publically affectionate Haru was a rare sight. Makoto realized he must have been more distracted and wallowing on the “what if’s” more than he thought.

“You can tell us anything you now.” Haru spoke quietly, but seriously.

In front of Makoto, Rin nodded. “We’re a team, all three of us.”

An overwhelming sense of fondness rushed into Makoto as he stared down at the two. Yes, what was he so worried about? These two were the ones who found him when he went away to Tokyo, and if he ever felt lost or misdirected again, he could count on them to find him again and show him the way out. They’ve been together since childhood, have been separated on numerous occasions, but still managed to find each other in the end.

Makoto grinned warmly, “…just worrying about if I took enough pictures of your guys’ event.”

“Oh! Right, the pictures! Once we’re seated down at a table, you can share the shots you took.”

“I’d like to see them too, Makoto.”

Yes.

This arrangement was alright.
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I accidentally read "pornographers" as photographers and this drabble came out. OvO;;

Major tags: Referential animal death
Additional tags: Mental health issues
Word count: 534

Shinkai had never befriended an animal before.

That was not quite true, he reasoned with himself, considering his own parrot, considering Yuuto's fixation on small rodents, considering Juichi's solemn birdwatching in-between riding and study sessions. Yet, he could not shake the feeling of difference about Usakichi. The warmth in his hands when he would hold her, in gentle calloused fingers, when she would scrape her nails along his belly as he laid next to her cage, when she would look up at him with an attentive twitch every day he arrived with food and a book to relax to.

Usakichi was not like a bird who had been raised to speak alongside humans, nor was she like a hamster bred for households and running wheels. He did not own her. She was not for keeping. She merely had nowhere else to go, and he had no other way to absolve himself.

He didn't have a type when it came to people - he liked a stern childhood friend - a prideful new climber - an angry former pitcher - all of whom were strange, struggled to understand Shinkai himself, but always meant well. But the more he sat at the hutch, allowed himself to touch someone warm and small without flinching for fear of what his hands might turn into at the last moment, that blood could appear and trickle out from some wound Usakichi had hidden - that the blood she would accidentally give rise to when she scrambled along his arms could poison her and make her waste away - the more he realized he did have a type. Given the proper clause to pin onto whatever rules his classmates would make up for dating games.

People sometimes asked if he took up the duty for caring for the animals the school kept out of some kind of want to impress, as though cyclists would gain accolades for a sort of display of kindness to being weaker than themselves. It was possible Usakichi was weaker than him. She was smaller, and he had learned well the fragility that came with such delicate bones and careful eyes. Yet, he could not shake the feeling that he was on her level, even as his body grew, even as he gained muscle and speed and remarkable sturdiness in form.

He was complemented, by his fellow cyclists, even by adults and scouts, but Usakichi sniffed at him as though he was the same he ever was, no matter how many centimeters he gained. If he could match his emotional state, Shinkai would sit at her level, and not feel much weaker for it. As long as she was there, it was strangely simple, no matter how many days passed.

She was as alive as he was, and the two of them would ensure one another in their quiet gaze in the mornings, after class, and in the goodbyes he could allow himself when it was time to leave Hakone.

Even in college, people would express their shock at Shinkai's lack of a dating history.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to be faithful," he would answer with a smile. "I've got a girl at home. She loves carrots."

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Word Count: 643

Tadokoro said it right before they walked into the party. His voice was casual, as if he was just talking about the weather or grocery shopping or any of a million other mundane facts of everyday life. It threw Makishima for a loop, but only once they’d had time to reflect on it, because they’d hardly noticed when he said it, their brain filtering out the importance due to the fact that it was said with the tone of someone commenting that they needed to buy milk on the way home.

The party was a noisy and rambunctious thing, thrown by friends of friends, so the social connections were a bit tenuous at best. It was the kind of social situation that normally would have made Makishima spin excuses from thin air, preferring the elegance of lies to the stilted small talk. But Tadokoro dragged them along, and Makishima found themself not minding quite as much as they normally would.

Their ears filled with the loud din of the music and people shouting from the minute they were through the door, and it wasn’t until Tadokoro offered to go fight the crowd to get them drinks from the kitchen that it hit Makishima what Tadokoro had said. “I love you.” Like it was nothing more than simple fact. It’s nice weather out tonight. I need to stop and get milk on the way home. I love you. No more pomp and flair than any other thing. No grand moment. Just fact.

Makishima found themself lost within the smattering of people as Tadokoro barged his way through to the kitchen with all the finesse of a bull. But despite being alone in the loud abrasive music and people shouting anecdotes over the beat, everything else seemed to fade away.

Thanks for coming to the party with me.

I know you hate these kinds of things.

I love you.

When Tadokoro got back, drinks in hand, Makishima smiled and pulled him over to the ratty couch in the corner. They practically fell into it, the couch apparently having long ago lost its structural stability, and the two of them sunk into it perfectly. Makishima found themself on Tadokoro’s lap. They smiled, laughing over nothing, and Tadokoro just grinned back. Neither of them said anything, but they didn’t need to. Tadokoro’s grin seemed to say, “You finally noticed,” as if the whole thing had been a puzzle for Makishima to unravel. There seemed to be a hint of worry there as well. Makishima rested their forehead against Tadokoro’s and laughed again. As if there was ever anything to worry about.

When they finally left the party (fashionably early, Makishima had said), it was raining. They ran to Tadokoro’s car, but still got absolutely drenched in the process. Tadokoro let the car idle as he fished around in the backseat for a towel he swore was there somewhere. (“There’s so much junk in the backseat, how do you even know it’s there?” “I’m offended. I know where everything is in here.”) When he finally produced it, it was shockingly clean, and Tadokoro scrubbed it quickly over Makishima’s hair. Makishima pretended to be affronted by the rough treatment, but only slowed Tadokoro slightly, by bumping one on his hands away.

“I love you too,” Makishima finally said, pulling the towel away from his hair and running their fingers through the tangles Tadokoro had caused.

Tadokoro smiled at that. “Good. I need to stop at the grocery store on the way home. Do you want me to drop you off first?”

“No, I’d like to tag along.”

And that was it. No grand admissions. Just mundane, exhilarating, exciting, everyday fact. Makishima rested their head on the towel that still smelled vaguely of Tadokoro and listened to the sound of the windshield wipers as Tadokoro pulled out of the driveway.

no major content warnings. i feel like this could have been more shippy but i like my quiet aofutas... like ankles touching underneath the table subtle. anyway here goes nothing! word count: 1392

“I made a bet today that I could get more than two words out of you.”

Aone looks at him. “With who?”

“Who do you think?”

Aone’s face darkens. Kenji can almost see the word Pantalons scroll across his forehead. It’s not the first time they’ve done something like this at the expense of another teammate. The first years, even the level headed Sakunami, are sweet and impressionable and all too easy to elbow into doing truly ridiculous things. Fukiage's hit and miss. Obara, despite all signs pointing toward the opposite, is an occasional co-conspirator. Kenji doesn’t see the third years as much as before but their assessments are much the same as usual: Sasaya is a challenge. Kamasaki is simple. Moniwa’s just resigned.

It’s serious this time though, this bet. In addition to putting up a hefty sum of money, Kenji’s forfeited his near monopolistic role of picking out an activity for team bonding days, as per Dateko tradition. These days usually turned out to be something lazy like a trip to the mall or grabbing some food from a cheap restaurant if they wanted to fill their monthly quota of startling old ladies as they enter, en masse and in uniform, into a building. Or, even better and a personal favorite of Kenji’s, were the themed movie sleepovers that were strictly patrolled at the door to make sure everyone showed up wearing at least one appropriately themed article of clothing or accessory.

Nametsu has called him a nerd more than once, to which he always gleefully retorts Takes one to know one.

To the winner goes the auspicious opportunity to have everyone do whatever they want for a few good hours. Kenji’s a little nervous. In the two times they’ve passed each other in the hallway since the morning bell rang, Onagawa has given him two uncharacteristically cheerful smiles, ear-to-ear, like maybe he’s planning on murdering him to secure his own victory. Maybe that’s the team bonding experience he’s brewing up: a riot. Mutiny. Usurpation, swift and cold blooded. He knows Onagawa wants nothing to do with captaincy, but still. He can see it now – an innocent recommendation to go play laser tag, a cruel twist of fate in the dark indoor arena, Kenji left to bleed out on a dirty floor, Aone left to write him a mournful eulogy. A karaoke trip with the team, a drowsy cold medicine tablet slipped into his drink to make him re-enact his behavior after a certain trip to the dentist office that left him embarrassingly loopy, a story which always seems to fill Onagawa with a strange sense of mirth whenever it’s revisited.

It’s always been there, hasn’t it? The nerve.

“That was only two words,” Kenji points out. “Are you playing already?”

“No,” Aone answers, and turns to walk to class. Students move around him like a parting sea. Kenji still doesn’t like that, how people automatically avoid Aone like he’s going to do anything but the right thing. So he swaps his school bag to his other shoulder and runs to catch up, flashily looping an arm through Aone’s as soon as they’re side by side.

If Aone thinks the gesture unusual he doesn’t say anything, not even when Kenji curls a hand over Aone’s bicep and holds on.

**

To: Aone
does it count if I get you to txt me more than two words?? i forgot to ask him

To: Aone
i’m so bored tho this can be off the record if you want

To: Aone
my next subject is history. put those as my last words

To: Aone
nvm put this ‘GGggggggghhh’

To: Aone
UuuuuuuuuUuuuuuuuuugh

To: Aone
do u need me to teach you how to text in class again

From: Aone
You’re going to get caught and then you’re going to get me caught

To: Aone
i’m screenshotting that!

**
“Pantalons says text messages don’t count, so,” Kenji starts as soon as he’s finished shoving a desk against Aone’s, an affair that sent enough offensive scrapes into the air that half the class gave him dirty looks for it. He folds his arms atop the chair he’s sitting backwards in. It’s damp and drizzling outside or else they would both be down in the courtyard, enjoying the fresh air. “What did you bring for lunch today?”

“A bento,” Aone answers, succinct.

“What’s in it?”

Aone pops the lid of his container off instead of answering, pushing it a few scant centimeters closer to Kenji in a gesture of display and offering. Kenji pouts and picks up a pickled radish, chewing it thoughtfully. It’s not the kind of sour he has a taste for but it still tastes good. At this rate he’ll never win. Aone is too good, probably because being quiet comprises his normal everyday behavior and it’s not like Kenji’s ever minded that. They wouldn’t be so close if he did. But it means that Kenji is going to have to be more sophisticated with his attempts if he wants to shove a sound victory into Onagawa’s fluffy headed little face before the day ends.

“What’s the full name of our school?” he asks.

Aone stares at him like he’s grown a second head.

“No?” Kenji leans forward. “Nothing?”

“Finish eating,” Aone answers without even a beat of hesitation. Kenji sits back with a huff. He’s too good! He doesn’t even have to mind his own word count! But it means something that Aone hasn’t yet lost, for as quiet as he is he’s not overly taciturn when he does get to talking. It means that Aone might be humoring him after all, and that he still has a fighting chance.

**
It goes on like that for the rest of the day. Kenji keeps trying to fake like he doesn’t understand what Aone’s grunts and glances and gestures mean, and then Aone looks at him with a frown that he knows translates into something like Stop being stupid.

Kenji’s slowly becoming familiar with what desperation feels like.

When he passes Onagawa for a third time on the way to his last class, Onagawa raises one hand up and rubs two fingers and a thumb together as if there were already several crisp banknotes stuck between them. Kenji stares him down until they pass each other, and then he mutters “This is stupid.”

He pulls out his phone.

To: Aone
remember me fondly ok

From: Aone
Okay?

He’s still not going to lose. There’s still after school practice.

**
After school practice is a lost cause.

He’s forgotten one key detail: There’s not much to say when they’re all scrambling through drills and spikes and receives, and Kenji’s not so vindictive as to mess with Aone’s temperament when there are still matches to win in the future. Moniwa would be proud. It’s beginning to sink in just how poor of a bet he’s made.

“Hey,” Onagawa greets once they’re all back in the clubroom, casually leaning against the locker he was about to open. Kenji thinks about how satisfying it would feel to wipe that smug quirk of the lips off the other’s face, but instead he takes out his wallet and silently starts slapping some yen into Onagawa’s open palm, hissing out the final amount when prompted.

“What happened?” Koganegawa stage whispers. Beside him Sakunami shrugs and continues pulling off his shirt.

Kenji has to stand there and watch as Onagawa recounts what he’d just counted out, looks up and says “Bye, loser.”

“Excuse me??”

“You just lost a bet. Therefore,” Onagawa fans the notes at him. “Loser.”

Kenji sputters ugly and, in the quiet of the clubroom, it sounds like a dying motorboat. There’s a damning silence then, like everyone’s trying hard not to laugh out of some warped show of respect for their captain, and Kenji’s trying hard to forget he made that noise at all, but then his sanctuary is ruined by the least expected person--

“Oh my god,” Aone says.

“Oh my god!” Kenji whirls on him, feeling the back of his neck burn when he realizes that Aone’s laughing, soft and gone already but so rare that he wants to hear it again. “Is that all it took? Me making a fool of myself?”

“Isn’t that all it ever takes?” Obara mutters, already dressed and breezing out the door.

No warnings apply. Naruko's response to everything is a poop joke. Which is sort of like "that's what she said" right???

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Word Count: 778
Notes: I’m… not sure if this is what you were looking for, but it sure is a thing I wrote...

“It’s just not going to happen,” Tanaka says, leering downward over the railing by their club room.

Nishinoya hums in agreement, looking down at the same spot at ground level. Hinata’s hum is less agreement, and more just the minimum amount of noise to show acknowledgement that the older boy has said something.

Down in the courtyard, Kageyama is talking to a girl who fidgets every other moment, glancing around for any distraction to be had. Her demeanor is a stark contrast to Kageyama, who is standing as stiff as a board, like a deer frozen in the center of a busy roadway.

“He’s a genius on the court, but people… not so much,” Nishinoya observes.

“I almost feel bad for goading him into the bet,” Tanaka says. “But he needed to get knocked down a peg. He can’t be king of everything.”

The girl seems to have finally found her distraction, and with a nod seems to wish Kageyama a polite goodbye out of courtesy.

“Well, no luck this time,” Nishinoya mutters. “Right, Hina–” Nishinoya looks to his right, and the empty air left there that moments ago was filled with the small spiker. “Hinata?”

“Kageyama!”

Hinata found Kageyama hiding behind the gym. Though, perhaps hiding wasn’t quite the right term. He was standing there, his back straight against the wall,and staring off casually, as if there was nothing unusual to be found with loitering around the disused side of the gym wall.

He looked at Hinata cautiously, as if maybe if he made no sudden movements, Hinata would simply disappear.

“Kageyama,” Hinata said again. Kageyama started to say something derisive, but Hinata cut him off. “Tanaka will definitely let you off the bet if you ask.”

Kageyama grunted at this.

“You’re not good at asking out girls, and it was dumb for Tanaka to goad you into getting a date with someone by the end of the week.”

“Thanks. I feel a lot better now,” Kageyama said wryly.

Hinata sighed. “Fine. You’re a competitive idiot and you don’t want to admit defeat because he pointed out one of your flaws. I get that.”
Kageyama glared at him.

“Why don’t you practice then instead of mopping idiot?” Hinata asked.

Kageyama raised an eyebrow at him. “Practice?”

“Yes, practice,” Hinata huffed. “It goes for everything, not just volleyball, Bakageyama.”

“And how would I do that?” Kageyama asked. “There are no… girls… to practice on.”

“Right,” Hinata said. “I’m not a girl. Thank you for noticing.”

“You want me to practice on you?” Kageyama’s voice was tinged with a hint of disbelief here.

“Might as well,” Hinata said. “You don’t have to pretend I’m a girl though. Actually, please don’t.”

Kageyama snorted. “I wasn’t going to anyway.”

“Well, come on. Ask me out already. Just say whatever you would say to one of those girls.”

Kageyama glared at him, before standing up a bit straighter. Hinata had initially thought the stiff routine he was doing around the girls he talked to was because he was nervous, but now he had to consider if maybe this was just how Kageyama thought talking to girls worked.

“Your eyes look nice,” Kageyama said.

There was only half a beat before Hinata broke out into hysterical giggles.

“Shut up!” Kageyama huffed. “What was wrong with that?”

“You’ve just been going up to girls you don’t know and telling them their eyes look nice?” Hinata gasped between laughs.

“Y-yeah?”

“Kageyama, of course they said no,” Hinata said. “That’s weird. Compliment their dress or their hair or something.”

“What’s wrong with the eyes?”

Hinata shrugged. “I don’t know… It’s just weird. Like you’ve been staring at them for a long time like a creepy stalker.”

“I just said your eyes look nice, idiot. It doesn’t mean any of that.”

Hinata snorted and worked to compose himself. “Fine then. Just skip to the asking out part.”

Kageyama frowned and crossed his arms. “Will you go on a date with me?”

“Sure. How about after practice tomorrow?”

Kageyama froze and looked down at him. “Wait…”

Hinata laughed. “I’m pretty sure Tanaka-senpai never said it had to be a girl you got a date with. And I won’t wear a dress unless you really beg me.”

Kageyama frowned. “Are you just… trying to help me win the bet?”

Hinata shrugged. “Tanaka-san thinks you can’t be the king of everything. He’s probably right, but. I think I’d rather give myself in service of the king then let him be smug about it later when you fail.”

Kageyama blushed and looked away. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Hinata laughed again. “See you at tomorrow, King.”

“Stop that!”

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ER THIS MISAWA KIND OF SPIRALLED OUT OF CONTROL I WAS GOING TO DO ONE PIC BUT THEN IDK WHAT HAPPENED

ahhh dang! but I love that you wanted to fill it anyway! here's hoping someone else might be able to! ♥

thank you im glad you think so!!!!! T_^

thank youuuuu glad you like it!!!! T_^

skokdadlkls thank you im glad you think so T_^

already screamed at you on twitter but ARGHHH ♥ ♥ ♥ 8( SO GOOD so painful... my poor arakita

thank you!!!!

aaa thank you so much this is really motivating T_^

*SCREAMS INTO HANDS* this is sooo. I love all the perspectives, and the close up shots and framing and this just completely and thoroughly incapacitated me. *rolls around* it's all so lovely. <333

KATHYYYYYYYYYY UR SO SWEET ily thank you for such a great comment lies at ur feet THANK YOU FOR PROMPTING IT im glad you like it T_^

you have no idea how many times i paused and whispered 'sorry shibayama'

i'm glad you liked it!!!!

Angst, depression just to be on the safe side
564 words

Why do I keep writing weird fucked up sad stuff about my OTP that I enjoy in a happy fluffy way? Anyway, I wanted to preface this with saying that I don't really enjoy seeing them suffer like this. I'm sorry because this ended up more painful... I should have used this other approach. But here it is.

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The ocean waves crashed onto the shore, loud enough to ring in Haru's ears. Haru pulled his jacket tighter around him as he stared out at the horizon. By now, all of the Tachibana household was asleep, even the young twins with boundless energy. With no one to question him, Haru stepped out of his house, one of the times he would be grateful no one else lived with him to notice. His mind raced with thoughts of the past, not letting Haru get any rest, so he figured he could get some fresh air.

His middle school days passed in a blur and he barely registered the start of high school. All he wanted was to get through life. He didn't want to be reminded of his last year of elementary school, the time where Matsuoka Rin decided to rope him into his relay. Haru could sense that they were both different from others, from how Rin could feel the water even better than him (a fact that made Haru's skin burn). And Haru grudgingly admired how hard of a worker Rin was, noticing how he would run home after school.

But what was worse was how Rin had wormed into his heart. He felt a strange, fluttery feeling when Rin flashed that grin of his, and he had to look away to calm himself down. A kind of happiness filled his heart in that brief time they had together, a strange and different kind of happiness than Haru had ever felt before. It was new and frightening.

And then Rin announced, all of a sudden, that he would be attending a middle school all the way in Australia. Haru hated it when people left, when the few people he let into his life decided to walk back out. How could someone he knew for only a couple of months have this effect on him? A bitter taste always followed the sweet memories of that annoying guy.

Yet any trace of bitterness melted away at the sight of Rin that one winter morning.

The fault laid with himself. Haru never asked to be talented. If he could, he would make Rin take all of his skill from him. But even if he didn't mean to, it didn't change anything. Haru was the reason that Rin quit his dream.

This wasn't like just people leaving him, just moving on-- Haru hurt someone dear to him. And now he didn't know if they would ever see each other again. Did he even have the right to?

Maybe even this was more than Haru should be allowed. The rational part of Haru's brain told him that there's no way his feelings could reach out like this, that this shore didn't even face Australia. Haru's heart even rebelled against this, hurting at the memory of that winter morning and everything involved.

Still, Haru looked out over the ocean. What was Rin doing now? Would Haru ever see him again? If he did, he knew it would never be the same.

Just--

Maybe...

Haru wanted to laugh at himself for this naïve hope. Instead, a shaky breath came out, becoming visible as it met the cold air. He could not be free as these feelings lingered.

Thank you so much, ahh!! I was sort of unsure about it, so I'm really pleased you think it worked. Sorry it wasn't shipper/plottier!! It was such a perfect prompt for them, I really enjoyed writing it. Glad you enjoyed :D

This is so cool and pretty like danggg *_______*

Gif warning (it doesn't flash or move that fast, but just in case)

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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

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Re: FILL: Team Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi, G

Re: FILL: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/OIKAWA TOORU, T

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, G

FILL: TEAM ABE TAKAYA/MIHASHI REN, G

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, G

FILL: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, G

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Re: FILL: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, G

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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

Re: FILL: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, G

Re: FILL: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, G

Re: FILL: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, G

Re: FILL: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, G

Re: FILL: Team Abe Takaya/Mihashi Ren, T

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

Re: FILL: Team Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi, G

Re: FILL: team kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru, G

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G