Title: this is a totally acceptable title Ship/Character: kuramiyu Additional Characters: none Fandom: daiya no ace Major Tags: none Other Tags: a whole new woooooorld, with new horizons to pursue Word Count: 1027 Remix Permission: see permissions sheet Link to Original Fill:here
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Miyuki never did like the holiday season all that much, Kuramochi thought as they drifted aimlessly through the damp streets. He was sure it had something to do with going home for the holidays — something Miyuki had never once seemed all that enthused about doing at any point.
But that was the next day. This day wasn’t about any of that.
Kuramochi wasn’t sure how they progressed from mildly antagonistic to something dangerously treading the line of being cordial, maybe even friendly. Maybe even more than that. He had no idea what was going on in Miyuki’s head on the best of days, aside from being annoyingly self-sacrificial and assuming responsibility for things that just weren’t his damn fault.
Anyway, that was just Miyuki and Kuramochi did sign up for this bullshit, after all.
The clouds looming overhead had been darkening all day, and Kuramochi groaned at the thought of lugging his umbrella around when the space between them was so unpronounced. It would certainly have been an unwelcome third wheel in this . . . whatever it was.
Looking up at the sky, a smile twitched at the corners of Miyuki’s lips. “I think it’s going to snow.”
“Dude, are you nuts? It isn’t even cold enough to snow.” Kuramochi bit back a sigh at his own snapped reply. It was seldom that Miyuki smiled at anything that didn’t have to do with baseball or trolling their idiot kouhai. And he never did it over something like the weather.
Miyuki stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. “It’s going to snow. Let’s make a wager.”
With a competitive streak a mile wide, Kuramochi smirked and said, “Deal. If I win, you have to throw out that ugly ass yellow hoodie of yours.”
“And if I win, I get to do something I’ve always wanted to do, and you’re not allowed to punch me for it.”
Since Kuramochi fought the urge to punch Miyuki on a daily basis over normal stuff, he shuddered to think what was in store if he lost. Then again, it was still too warm to snow, so he had this one in the bag. “You’re on.”
Their journey meandered into a nearby park, the skeletal trees a stark contrast to the murky clouds. It was pretty in a harsh kind of way, Kuramochi thought. Sort of like that rotting shriveled fruit disguising itself as Miyuki’s personality, they were unapologetically there and unafraid to persist in the face of adverse conditions.
Kuramochi didn’t realize he had stopped walking until Miyuki’s foot flew up and swatted him solidly in the rear. “You were thinking something really gooey, weren’t you?”
“What? Hell no,” Kuramochi lied, forcing his feet back into action lest Miyuki discover that he had been dangerously close to mooning just seconds before. “The only gooey thought I’d ever have about you is imagining stabbing you in the neck and watching you bleed. Jackass.”
Miyuki snorted. “Whatever you say, Mochi-chan.”
“And don’t call me that!”
The silence following was welcome for Kuramochi, an opportunity to scrape his sanity back together. He had no idea when it had become so unsettling for Miyuki to throw jibes his way, but it did and he hated it. It was a dangerous cocktail of wanting to hide under a rock and subject himself to more of it, neither of which was an acceptable option.
Kuramochi flinched when something cold and wet slid down his cheek. “What the —” He looked up at the looming clouds, and his jaw hung slack in shock when he saw the telltale dance of snowflakes on the gentle breeze. “Well I’ll be damned.”
“Told you.” Miyuki turned his face up, eyes closed as he absorbed every bit of snow he touched. His glasses were wet and foggy, and he absolutely did not seem to give a damn at all. “I win.”
A knot of anxiety twisted in Kuramochi’s belly. Okay, so he was resigned to deal with the fact that he and Miyuki didn’t exactly have a normal kind of relationship, but whatever it was that Miyuki had in store for him made Kuramochi nervous as hell.
He certainly did not anticipate an arm slipping around his shoulders, tugging the two of them together. Kuramochi’s eyes bulged as he felt Miyuki’s warm lips brush against his cheek, which were conspicuously smile-shaped.
And then everything was back to normal for everyone except the little heathen screaming in the back of Kuramochi’s brain. Miyuki hummed under his breath while his tongue darted out to snare a few stray flakes, like he hadn’t just kissed Kuramochi and mucked up every notion Kuramochi had about their interpersonal dynamics.
The walk back to Seidou was long and weird, yet Kuramochi hated to see it end. He was going home to Chiba for the holidays, and Miyuki would go home to an empty house with nothing to do but sit around and plot ways to have an even shittier disposition. Then again, even that thought was preferable to the concept of Miyuki sitting around alone. Or worse — sitting around lonely.
“Either you’re coming home with me, or I’m going home with you,” Kuramochi blurted, shocking the hell out of both of them.
Miyuki snickered. “Aww, is Mochi-chan going to miss me?”
“Hell no.” The edge in Kuramochi’s retort dulled, drawing out a heavy sigh. “I just think you’ll miss me.” When Miyuki didn’t reply, Kuramochi knew he was right. “I know you’re worried about your old man, but someone’s gotta worry about you. Guess that’ll be me.”
This time, Miyuki’s smile was vivid and so genuine that Kuramochi had to keep from taking a step back from its brightness. “We’ll be just like Jun-san’s shoujo manga girls. Huddling under the covers for warm together because there was only one bed.”
“Fuck you, you smarmy shithead,” Kuramochi grumbled, and Miyuki laughed.
“It’s way too early in the plotline for that. Can’t rush the story.”
The two of them bickered all the way back to school, and it filled Kuramochi’s entire chest with something strange and bright. It was something that felt a lot like snow.
Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated T
Ship/Character: kuramiyu
Additional Characters: none
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: a whole new woooooorld, with new horizons to pursue
Word Count: 1027
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here
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Miyuki never did like the holiday season all that much, Kuramochi thought as they drifted aimlessly through the damp streets. He was sure it had something to do with going home for the holidays — something Miyuki had never once seemed all that enthused about doing at any point.
But that was the next day. This day wasn’t about any of that.
Kuramochi wasn’t sure how they progressed from mildly antagonistic to something dangerously treading the line of being cordial, maybe even friendly. Maybe even more than that. He had no idea what was going on in Miyuki’s head on the best of days, aside from being annoyingly self-sacrificial and assuming responsibility for things that just weren’t his damn fault.
Anyway, that was just Miyuki and Kuramochi did sign up for this bullshit, after all.
The clouds looming overhead had been darkening all day, and Kuramochi groaned at the thought of lugging his umbrella around when the space between them was so unpronounced. It would certainly have been an unwelcome third wheel in this . . . whatever it was.
Looking up at the sky, a smile twitched at the corners of Miyuki’s lips. “I think it’s going to snow.”
“Dude, are you nuts? It isn’t even cold enough to snow.” Kuramochi bit back a sigh at his own snapped reply. It was seldom that Miyuki smiled at anything that didn’t have to do with baseball or trolling their idiot kouhai. And he never did it over something like the weather.
Miyuki stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. “It’s going to snow. Let’s make a wager.”
With a competitive streak a mile wide, Kuramochi smirked and said, “Deal. If I win, you have to throw out that ugly ass yellow hoodie of yours.”
“And if I win, I get to do something I’ve always wanted to do, and you’re not allowed to punch me for it.”
Since Kuramochi fought the urge to punch Miyuki on a daily basis over normal stuff, he shuddered to think what was in store if he lost. Then again, it was still too warm to snow, so he had this one in the bag. “You’re on.”
Their journey meandered into a nearby park, the skeletal trees a stark contrast to the murky clouds. It was pretty in a harsh kind of way, Kuramochi thought. Sort of like that rotting shriveled fruit disguising itself as Miyuki’s personality, they were unapologetically there and unafraid to persist in the face of adverse conditions.
Kuramochi didn’t realize he had stopped walking until Miyuki’s foot flew up and swatted him solidly in the rear. “You were thinking something really gooey, weren’t you?”
“What? Hell no,” Kuramochi lied, forcing his feet back into action lest Miyuki discover that he had been dangerously close to mooning just seconds before. “The only gooey thought I’d ever have about you is imagining stabbing you in the neck and watching you bleed. Jackass.”
Miyuki snorted. “Whatever you say, Mochi-chan.”
“And don’t call me that!”
The silence following was welcome for Kuramochi, an opportunity to scrape his sanity back together. He had no idea when it had become so unsettling for Miyuki to throw jibes his way, but it did and he hated it. It was a dangerous cocktail of wanting to hide under a rock and subject himself to more of it, neither of which was an acceptable option.
Kuramochi flinched when something cold and wet slid down his cheek. “What the —” He looked up at the looming clouds, and his jaw hung slack in shock when he saw the telltale dance of snowflakes on the gentle breeze. “Well I’ll be damned.”
“Told you.” Miyuki turned his face up, eyes closed as he absorbed every bit of snow he touched. His glasses were wet and foggy, and he absolutely did not seem to give a damn at all. “I win.”
A knot of anxiety twisted in Kuramochi’s belly. Okay, so he was resigned to deal with the fact that he and Miyuki didn’t exactly have a normal kind of relationship, but whatever it was that Miyuki had in store for him made Kuramochi nervous as hell.
He certainly did not anticipate an arm slipping around his shoulders, tugging the two of them together. Kuramochi’s eyes bulged as he felt Miyuki’s warm lips brush against his cheek, which were conspicuously smile-shaped.
And then everything was back to normal for everyone except the little heathen screaming in the back of Kuramochi’s brain. Miyuki hummed under his breath while his tongue darted out to snare a few stray flakes, like he hadn’t just kissed Kuramochi and mucked up every notion Kuramochi had about their interpersonal dynamics.
The walk back to Seidou was long and weird, yet Kuramochi hated to see it end. He was going home to Chiba for the holidays, and Miyuki would go home to an empty house with nothing to do but sit around and plot ways to have an even shittier disposition. Then again, even that thought was preferable to the concept of Miyuki sitting around alone. Or worse — sitting around lonely.
“Either you’re coming home with me, or I’m going home with you,” Kuramochi blurted, shocking the hell out of both of them.
Miyuki snickered. “Aww, is Mochi-chan going to miss me?”
“Hell no.” The edge in Kuramochi’s retort dulled, drawing out a heavy sigh. “I just think you’ll miss me.” When Miyuki didn’t reply, Kuramochi knew he was right. “I know you’re worried about your old man, but someone’s gotta worry about you. Guess that’ll be me.”
This time, Miyuki’s smile was vivid and so genuine that Kuramochi had to keep from taking a step back from its brightness. “We’ll be just like Jun-san’s shoujo manga girls. Huddling under the covers for warm together because there was only one bed.”
“Fuck you, you smarmy shithead,” Kuramochi grumbled, and Miyuki laughed.
“It’s way too early in the plotline for that. Can’t rush the story.”
The two of them bickered all the way back to school, and it filled Kuramochi’s entire chest with something strange and bright. It was something that felt a lot like snow.