Gives you bonus gender headcanons, which I am led to believe you may be in favor of.
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Toudou has already told Shinkai what she thinks of Arakita. She voiced her opinion weeks ago in that way she has, flicking the blunt words off the edge of her tongue like it isn't really her problem if she dislikes someone. They should be the one to conform to her comfort, when she's always so accommodating of everyone in any other way.
And besides, what's the point of her liking Arakita, if Arakita is only going to wash out of the cycling club in all due time?
It's what Toudou tells herself, every time she watches Arakita slouch into the clubroom with his grimace already on. He's too loud, too rude, too disrespectful, his very presence a disturbance to the natural order of the club. She eyes the upperclassmen to see what they make of the interloper, smiling inwardly every time she hears any criticism of Arakita's form, or any complaints about his attitude.
Her seniors don't like Arakita either, and that's vindication enough to have Toudou patting herself on the back. But then Arakita doesn't wash out – he's still there, week after week, doing his time on the rollers even as Fukutomi ticks it up to four hours and he's sloughing off buckets of sweat – and Toudou can't help but scowl. She can't accept so easily that she was the one to be wrong.
"Arakita," she says one afternoon, when they're walking back to the dorms after practice and she's made the mistake of doing so alongside Arakita's exhausted trudging.
She gets a slant-eyed, suspicious look for her troubles.
"No hard feelings," she continues. "But I just really don't like you."
Arakita's mouth twists into an uncomfortable, contorted shape, and there's a beat of silence before he bites out, "The fuck? What the hell are you tellin' me that for?"
"It only seemed prudent to be honest," Toudou says. "And if you are going to stick with Hakone's road racing club, that makes it necessary for me to inform you that I do quite dislike you."
Arakita makes a disgruntled snort, and then laughs. "As if I give a single shit what you think about me."
"Nah," Arakita says. "I really don't give a fuck what you think at all."
Toudou is speechless, stunned into silence by the unthinkable possibility that someone really doesn't care about her opinion. She's the superior cyclist and the superior student – she's the one who has something to offer the team and the school. Arakita not valuing that is incomprehensible.
"You have to," Toudou insists, when she finds her voice again. "I understand that you may be intimidated by my natural good looks and charm, to say nothing of my ability on a bicycle, but that doesn't mean you have to lie to me."
"I'm not lying," Arakita says. "I just think you're kinda a prissy brat."
"A prissy—" Toudou says. "That's absurd. I am very down to earth, and nothing of the sort."
Arakita lets out a rattly, condescending laugh, too loud and too sharp so that the sound almost hurts Toudou's ears. "Tell yourself whatever you want, princess, that ain't gonna make it true."
Toudou huffs, then reaches out to grab the door to the dormitory building before Arakita can fail to get it for her. She's fumbling for the words to prove to Arakita that he's wrong, that she's incredibly well-liked and that for him to think otherwise puts him in the drastic minority. She has her own personal fan club and everything, for goodness' sake. But her dorm room is one way down the hall, and Arakita's is the other, and their conversation has already eaten up the entirety of their walk.
"The fuck are you still doin' here?" Arakita asks, speeding up as Toudou tails him down the wrong hall of the building.
"I'm proving you wrong, of course," Toudou sniffs.
"Never say never," Toudou chides, falling into step with Arakita once he slows and stops trying to shake her off. "My company is highly desirable, you should consider yourself lucky that I've decided to gift you with it."
Arakita snorts, but says nothing. When he opens the door to his dorm room Toudou breezes past him to walk inside, and he only grumbles and rolls his eyes – he doesn't actually order her to get out.
"So tell me," she says, looking around at the mess and the clutter and forgetting somehow that she was the one to dislike Arakita first, "What do you like to do for fun? I'm sure once I've proven I know how to have a good time, your opinion of me will entirely reverse."
"Tch," Arakita says. "Don't try so hard. But here—" He tosses her a game controller scooped up from the floor. "—If you're dead-set on not fuckin' off, you can be player two."
FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T
Word Count: 825
Gives you bonus gender headcanons, which I am led to believe you may be in favor of.
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Toudou has already told Shinkai what she thinks of Arakita. She voiced her opinion weeks ago in that way she has, flicking the blunt words off the edge of her tongue like it isn't really her problem if she dislikes someone. They should be the one to conform to her comfort, when she's always so accommodating of everyone in any other way.
And besides, what's the point of her liking Arakita, if Arakita is only going to wash out of the cycling club in all due time?
It's what Toudou tells herself, every time she watches Arakita slouch into the clubroom with his grimace already on. He's too loud, too rude, too disrespectful, his very presence a disturbance to the natural order of the club. She eyes the upperclassmen to see what they make of the interloper, smiling inwardly every time she hears any criticism of Arakita's form, or any complaints about his attitude.
Her seniors don't like Arakita either, and that's vindication enough to have Toudou patting herself on the back. But then Arakita doesn't wash out – he's still there, week after week, doing his time on the rollers even as Fukutomi ticks it up to four hours and he's sloughing off buckets of sweat – and Toudou can't help but scowl. She can't accept so easily that she was the one to be wrong.
"Arakita," she says one afternoon, when they're walking back to the dorms after practice and she's made the mistake of doing so alongside Arakita's exhausted trudging.
She gets a slant-eyed, suspicious look for her troubles.
"No hard feelings," she continues. "But I just really don't like you."
Arakita's mouth twists into an uncomfortable, contorted shape, and there's a beat of silence before he bites out, "The fuck? What the hell are you tellin' me that for?"
"It only seemed prudent to be honest," Toudou says. "And if you are going to stick with Hakone's road racing club, that makes it necessary for me to inform you that I do quite dislike you."
Arakita makes a disgruntled snort, and then laughs. "As if I give a single shit what you think about me."
"You — what?" Toudou says, momentarily thrown off. "Of course you care."
"Nah," Arakita says. "I really don't give a fuck what you think at all."
Toudou is speechless, stunned into silence by the unthinkable possibility that someone really doesn't care about her opinion. She's the superior cyclist and the superior student – she's the one who has something to offer the team and the school. Arakita not valuing that is incomprehensible.
"You have to," Toudou insists, when she finds her voice again. "I understand that you may be intimidated by my natural good looks and charm, to say nothing of my ability on a bicycle, but that doesn't mean you have to lie to me."
"I'm not lying," Arakita says. "I just think you're kinda a prissy brat."
"A prissy—" Toudou says. "That's absurd. I am very down to earth, and nothing of the sort."
Arakita lets out a rattly, condescending laugh, too loud and too sharp so that the sound almost hurts Toudou's ears. "Tell yourself whatever you want, princess, that ain't gonna make it true."
Toudou huffs, then reaches out to grab the door to the dormitory building before Arakita can fail to get it for her. She's fumbling for the words to prove to Arakita that he's wrong, that she's incredibly well-liked and that for him to think otherwise puts him in the drastic minority. She has her own personal fan club and everything, for goodness' sake. But her dorm room is one way down the hall, and Arakita's is the other, and their conversation has already eaten up the entirety of their walk.
"The fuck are you still doin' here?" Arakita asks, speeding up as Toudou tails him down the wrong hall of the building.
"I'm proving you wrong, of course," Toudou sniffs.
"Wrong?" Arakita echoes. "That ain't gonna happen."
"Never say never," Toudou chides, falling into step with Arakita once he slows and stops trying to shake her off. "My company is highly desirable, you should consider yourself lucky that I've decided to gift you with it."
Arakita snorts, but says nothing. When he opens the door to his dorm room Toudou breezes past him to walk inside, and he only grumbles and rolls his eyes – he doesn't actually order her to get out.
"So tell me," she says, looking around at the mess and the clutter and forgetting somehow that she was the one to dislike Arakita first, "What do you like to do for fun? I'm sure once I've proven I know how to have a good time, your opinion of me will entirely reverse."
"Tch," Arakita says. "Don't try so hard. But here—" He tosses her a game controller scooped up from the floor. "—If you're dead-set on not fuckin' off, you can be player two."