Ship/Character: isashiki jun Fandom: daiya no ace Major Tags: none Other Tags: jun is a soft and nobody will tell me otherwise Word Count: 580 Remix Permission: yes
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Jun’s toes tap the floor of the bus rapidly, drawing a grumpy look from an old lady that he ignores. He can’t help it, after all. It’s his usual Sunday volunteers at the children’s hospital, and he doesn’t want to be late. He’d left Seidou in plenty of time, but people suck and also don’t know how to drive, so traffic is backed up far more than a weekend day should be.
Finally, he arrives at the hospital and signs in at the front desk. The receptionist, who he hasn’t seen before, gives Jun a strange look when he states his task for the morning but doesn’t say anything. It’s for the best, as Jun probably would’ve said something snappish at that judging look he would no doubt get on the subject.
After all, there aren’t many teenage boys who spend his one free day of the week reading shoujo manga to little girls trapped in a long term care ward, but Jun is here to do exactly that. Anyone who has anything to say about it can eat his entire ass.
On the third floor, Jun seeks out the appropriate desk and checks in. “I’m here for my shift,” he says to the nurse at the station, Reiko. He briefly flashes his paper ID badge. “What room number?”
She grins at him and says, “Room 411, Isashiki-kun. Down the hall on the left.” With a little salute, she adds, “Welcome back.”
Jun arrives at his destination in short order, but when he walks in, he isn’t expecting the number of kids waiting for him to arrive this week. When he had started out, there were maybe five girls who came to listen to him read the newest chapter of Kimi Ni Todoke. That number did grow as the weeks wore on, but now there are at least twenty children huddled around a chair in the middle of the room, including a few boys, as well.
He really, really loves this job.
Settling in the chair, Jun does his regular roll call, making sure he knows the name of every attendee. More than half of them are regulars who he recalls from past visits, but he wants to remember all the new ones, as well.
Soon, twenty eager faces lean in silent and rapt as Jun fills them in on the latest travails of the hapless heroine. Each one of them wait for the book to close before little hands dart into the air to ask questions about the chapter. Jun answers them one by one — even the nervous boy who hesitantly asks what the series is actually about.
As he is wont to do, Jun lingers far longer than he intends, but he never regrets losing that extra study time to bring that look of awe and suspense as children who don’t have much to look forward to absorb something as minor as manga like it’s the only thing in the world.
Back at the school, he bumps into Chris on the way to lunch and nods in acknowledgement. Chris does the same and asks, “So how were the kids today?”
“Tiny badasses, as usual.” Jun bobs his chin in resolve. “You should try it sometime. The girls would really like you.”
“Maybe I will.” They enter the cafeteria, and Jun delves into his meal with the knowledge that there isn’t a damn thing in the universe manlier than doing nice stuff for little kids. No rebuttals accepted.
Fill: Team Kinkage, G
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: jun is a soft and nobody will tell me otherwise
Word Count: 580
Remix Permission: yes
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Jun’s toes tap the floor of the bus rapidly, drawing a grumpy look from an old lady that he ignores. He can’t help it, after all. It’s his usual Sunday volunteers at the children’s hospital, and he doesn’t want to be late. He’d left Seidou in plenty of time, but people suck and also don’t know how to drive, so traffic is backed up far more than a weekend day should be.
Finally, he arrives at the hospital and signs in at the front desk. The receptionist, who he hasn’t seen before, gives Jun a strange look when he states his task for the morning but doesn’t say anything. It’s for the best, as Jun probably would’ve said something snappish at that judging look he would no doubt get on the subject.
After all, there aren’t many teenage boys who spend his one free day of the week reading shoujo manga to little girls trapped in a long term care ward, but Jun is here to do exactly that. Anyone who has anything to say about it can eat his entire ass.
On the third floor, Jun seeks out the appropriate desk and checks in. “I’m here for my shift,” he says to the nurse at the station, Reiko. He briefly flashes his paper ID badge. “What room number?”
She grins at him and says, “Room 411, Isashiki-kun. Down the hall on the left.” With a little salute, she adds, “Welcome back.”
Jun arrives at his destination in short order, but when he walks in, he isn’t expecting the number of kids waiting for him to arrive this week. When he had started out, there were maybe five girls who came to listen to him read the newest chapter of Kimi Ni Todoke. That number did grow as the weeks wore on, but now there are at least twenty children huddled around a chair in the middle of the room, including a few boys, as well.
He really, really loves this job.
Settling in the chair, Jun does his regular roll call, making sure he knows the name of every attendee. More than half of them are regulars who he recalls from past visits, but he wants to remember all the new ones, as well.
Soon, twenty eager faces lean in silent and rapt as Jun fills them in on the latest travails of the hapless heroine. Each one of them wait for the book to close before little hands dart into the air to ask questions about the chapter. Jun answers them one by one — even the nervous boy who hesitantly asks what the series is actually about.
As he is wont to do, Jun lingers far longer than he intends, but he never regrets losing that extra study time to bring that look of awe and suspense as children who don’t have much to look forward to absorb something as minor as manga like it’s the only thing in the world.
Back at the school, he bumps into Chris on the way to lunch and nods in acknowledgement. Chris does the same and asks, “So how were the kids today?”
“Tiny badasses, as usual.” Jun bobs his chin in resolve. “You should try it sometime. The girls would really like you.”
“Maybe I will.” They enter the cafeteria, and Jun delves into his meal with the knowledge that there isn’t a damn thing in the universe manlier than doing nice stuff for little kids. No rebuttals accepted.