Major tags: Spoilers (first interhigh) Additional tags: Nonbinary character, manami re: fuku things is my own personal hell and I will never be able to convey how sad I get about it oh dear lord, i didnt even get into mental illness in this drabble and im so sad about it but i wanted to keep it kinda specific in terms of thought, hell hell hell Word count: 452
Manami was full of questions for people, as full as they were of doubt and distance and discontent for sitting in a room filled with people for a practice they had no interest in following.
So though they would stare at Fukutomi as though he was not anything more than a passing curiosity, they appreciated him, as far as he went in their own affairs. If he would not yell at them for not attending practice, they were content. If he would not pressure them to fit to regimens they gained nothing from, they could feel free. And if he would ask them, why they did anything they did, and accept their answer with a nod - if he would place a hand on their back, with absolute faith, and grant them permission to take the only thing that mattered to them - they would follow his leadership to the grave.
He had an attachment to winning far different than their own, but he understood, how important it was. There was a special honesty between them, one that they would feel pointless to extend to most people, because too many had never understood how important that line was.
"Do you like the summit, captain?"
Rare training sessions, when he would observe their form, assure himself of their growth, felt like an audience with a king.
"Any line of victory is acceptable. The place is not important."
Manami laughed, gentle, passively mocking in a way he never noticed. "Sure it is! Besides, it's really pretty, even without a race. We should visit one again, some day. I could teach you all about it." They didn't actually want to, but small talk was important, even when nothing they said meant a thing.
"The way you hold your back is inefficient." He pressed a hand to their lower back, another at their collarbone, inadvertently pressing his fingers into bruises, and they had to bite their tongue to hold back a sharp wince. "If you hold your form this way, your wind resistance will better decrease in groups. You are not going to always ride solo."
"Yes, sir."
"If it is difficult, you need remember that we are the Kings. Such pains are a part of our burden."
Pain was always a part of their life, but maybe he understood that too - in some way. "Yes, sir." They had no idea how sick anyone else was and they wouldn't question him here.
Breaking anyone's reason for faith in them was the greatest crime they knew.
"Become stronger. It is your duty to retake the crown."
Any question of fault, they knew, would always lay upon their own head. It was the way of the Kings.
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G
Additional tags: Nonbinary character, manami re: fuku things is my own personal hell and I will never be able to convey how sad I get about it oh dear lord, i didnt even get into mental illness in this drabble and im so sad about it but i wanted to keep it kinda specific in terms of thought, hell hell hell
Word count: 452
Manami was full of questions for people, as full as they were of doubt and distance and discontent for sitting in a room filled with people for a practice they had no interest in following.
So though they would stare at Fukutomi as though he was not anything more than a passing curiosity, they appreciated him, as far as he went in their own affairs. If he would not yell at them for not attending practice, they were content. If he would not pressure them to fit to regimens they gained nothing from, they could feel free. And if he would ask them, why they did anything they did, and accept their answer with a nod - if he would place a hand on their back, with absolute faith, and grant them permission to take the only thing that mattered to them - they would follow his leadership to the grave.
He had an attachment to winning far different than their own, but he understood, how important it was. There was a special honesty between them, one that they would feel pointless to extend to most people, because too many had never understood how important that line was.
"Do you like the summit, captain?"
Rare training sessions, when he would observe their form, assure himself of their growth, felt like an audience with a king.
"Any line of victory is acceptable. The place is not important."
Manami laughed, gentle, passively mocking in a way he never noticed. "Sure it is! Besides, it's really pretty, even without a race. We should visit one again, some day. I could teach you all about it." They didn't actually want to, but small talk was important, even when nothing they said meant a thing.
"The way you hold your back is inefficient." He pressed a hand to their lower back, another at their collarbone, inadvertently pressing his fingers into bruises, and they had to bite their tongue to hold back a sharp wince. "If you hold your form this way, your wind resistance will better decrease in groups. You are not going to always ride solo."
"Yes, sir."
"If it is difficult, you need remember that we are the Kings. Such pains are a part of our burden."
Pain was always a part of their life, but maybe he understood that too - in some way. "Yes, sir." They had no idea how sick anyone else was and they wouldn't question him here.
Breaking anyone's reason for faith in them was the greatest crime they knew.
"Become stronger. It is your duty to retake the crown."
Any question of fault, they knew, would always lay upon their own head. It was the way of the Kings.