participant 9. this probably isn't what you wanted but um here,
“imaizumi-kun, i’m back!” onoda announces as he slides open the door to the apartment where imaizumi and naruko are staying. kinjou, who operates a snack bar downstairs, rented out the empty space above it to them, and onoda considers it his home away from home when the dojo he and makishima inhabit is empty. he removes his shoes, leaves them at the foyer, and walks into the living room slash yorozuya office and sees a familiar silhouette looking out over the balcony.
"imaizumi-kun," he says again. "i'm back from summer vacation. did i miss anything?"
imaizumi turns around. "oh onoda." onoda stares at imaizumi, and his glasses slide down his face from the mere shock. "welcome back."
that's definitely imaizumi shunsuke standing in front of him, onoda thinks, but that's not his usual outfit. instead of the white kimono with sky blue swirls adorning the edges that imaizumi is so fond of, he's dressed head to toe in skin-tight yellow and white spandex, red trimming the sides. onoda squints at the lettering down the sides of imaizumi's new short-sleeved uniform.
"sohoku...?" onoda whispers. imaizumi looks down at his sleeve.
"oh this?" he asks, tugging at the sleeve to get a better look at the sohoku blazoned upon it. "apparently, samurai shows aren't too popular anymore so we've been upgraded to a sports anime." onoda looks down at his own white and blue hakama. not the most ideal clothing to bike in. "have you cycled before onoda?" imaizumi asks.
"i...no...i haven't imaizumi-kun...all i know is the way of the sword that makshima-san and i were taught at the dojo before our father passed away..." onoda stumbles over to the couch and falls into it, never taking his eyes off imaizumi. he was gone for one week. how could things have changed so much?
"it's not your fault," imaizumi says. "the author thought this route would be the best way to go so here we are." onoda looks over to the corner and sees that next to the tv is a blue bicycle that hadn't been there before.
"why is there...a bicycle there?" onoda asks. imaizumi flicks his eyes over to where onoda is looking at the scott bike propped up against the wall and lets out an "ah."
"the silver scooter is no more," imaizumi states, and onoda is slightly freaked out at how calmly imaizumi is taking this all in. "i ride a bike now. i can dance on it and everything. i'm what they call an all-rounder."
onoda looks up to the ceiling. one week.
the door slides open with a bang, followed by a loud "kakaka!", and onoda whips around at the sound.
"naruko-kun!" he shouts. he's glad naruko doesn't seem to have changed. but his smile drops as he sees that naruko. too, is in a sohoku uniform, typical red changshan nowhere in sight. "not you too..." he groans.
"hey onoda! you're back!" naruko rips his shoes off and sprints over to onoda on the couch. "hey hotshot," he throws imaizumi's way. imaizumi snorts at him and moves to be on onoda's other side.
"naruko-kun, imaizuki-kun, can you please explain why we've suddenly become a biking anime...last i checked we were a historical fiction parody..."
naruko and imaizumi turn to each other, lock eyes for a second, and lean in closer, each of them on either side of onoda.
FILL: SWAG2016, no tags
“imaizumi-kun, i’m back!” onoda announces as he slides open the door to the apartment where imaizumi and naruko are staying. kinjou, who operates a snack bar downstairs, rented out the empty space above it to them, and onoda considers it his home away from home when the dojo he and makishima inhabit is empty. he removes his shoes, leaves them at the foyer, and walks into the living room slash yorozuya office and sees a familiar silhouette looking out over the balcony.
"imaizumi-kun," he says again. "i'm back from summer vacation. did i miss anything?"
imaizumi turns around. "oh onoda." onoda stares at imaizumi, and his glasses slide down his face from the mere shock. "welcome back."
that's definitely imaizumi shunsuke standing in front of him, onoda thinks, but that's not his usual outfit. instead of the white kimono with sky blue swirls adorning the edges that imaizumi is so fond of, he's dressed head to toe in skin-tight yellow and white spandex, red trimming the sides. onoda squints at the lettering down the sides of imaizumi's new short-sleeved uniform.
"sohoku...?" onoda whispers. imaizumi looks down at his sleeve.
"oh this?" he asks, tugging at the sleeve to get a better look at the sohoku blazoned upon it. "apparently, samurai shows aren't too popular anymore so we've been upgraded to a sports anime." onoda looks down at his own white and blue hakama. not the most ideal clothing to bike in. "have you cycled before onoda?" imaizumi asks.
"i...no...i haven't imaizumi-kun...all i know is the way of the sword that makshima-san and i were taught at the dojo before our father passed away..." onoda stumbles over to the couch and falls into it, never taking his eyes off imaizumi. he was gone for one week. how could things have changed so much?
"it's not your fault," imaizumi says. "the author thought this route would be the best way to go so here we are." onoda looks over to the corner and sees that next to the tv is a blue bicycle that hadn't been there before.
"why is there...a bicycle there?" onoda asks. imaizumi flicks his eyes over to where onoda is looking at the scott bike propped up against the wall and lets out an "ah."
"the silver scooter is no more," imaizumi states, and onoda is slightly freaked out at how calmly imaizumi is taking this all in. "i ride a bike now. i can dance on it and everything. i'm what they call an all-rounder."
onoda looks up to the ceiling. one week.
the door slides open with a bang, followed by a loud "kakaka!", and onoda whips around at the sound.
"naruko-kun!" he shouts. he's glad naruko doesn't seem to have changed. but his smile drops as he sees that naruko. too, is in a sohoku uniform, typical red changshan nowhere in sight. "not you too..." he groans.
"hey onoda! you're back!" naruko rips his shoes off and sprints over to onoda on the couch. "hey hotshot," he throws imaizumi's way. imaizumi snorts at him and moves to be on onoda's other side.
"naruko-kun, imaizuki-kun, can you please explain why we've suddenly become a biking anime...last i checked we were a historical fiction parody..."
naruko and imaizumi turn to each other, lock eyes for a second, and lean in closer, each of them on either side of onoda.
they solemnly whisper, for the points.