Ship/Character: Akaashi Keiji Additional Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Konoha, mentioned coach Fandom: haikyuu Major Tags: none Other Tags: team/individual frustration, akaashi is a dork and doesn't know what's going on Word Count: 416 Remix Permission: yes See Permissions Sheet
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As any good middle infielder knows, there should be a certain ease to fielding grounders. To a middle infielder who’s worth their team’s time and energy, catching tricky hops should be second nature, even if they’re defending behind a pitcher with a wide array of tricks up their arsenal, or even if they’re not technically a pitch-to-contact type of player. Fielding, like most things in baseball, should seem effortless. Graceful. Almost dignified. And Akaashi would like to say that, for these reasons, he should be considered somewhat of a valuable asset to Fukurodani’s Baseball Club.
Emphasis on should.
Because, really, when he has to share the infield with someone like Bokuto Koutarou, how can Akaashi be expected to be a valuable asset to anything? Bokuto is enough of a distraction with his completely insane gray and black hair spiked up every day with copious amounts of hair gel and voice loud and abrasive enough to wake small woodland creatures in the neighboring nature reserves.
(Akaashi watches him style his hair from time to time, in the locker room. He’s still not sure why someone like Bokuto would put so much effort into a completely subjective aspect of appearance yet. But, oh well. It’s not like he’s here to make friends with the guy, anyway.)
But as critical as Akaashi is of Bokuto in his current hyper-fixated monologue, there’s a bit of another problem as well. A problem that, apparently all of the rest of the team aside from Akaashi was already in on: whenever he’s on the field alongside Bokuto, Akaashi messes up on simple fielding plays he thought he’d mastered in late primary school.
Akaashi trips over his feet, he slips on a wet piece of dirt between first and second base. Akaashi’s glove isn’t quite up to speed on pop ups either, evidenced by the third failed attempt in this twenty minute stretch beside Bokuto. It’s unfair, Akaashi thinks, because they have so much chemistry together off the field. (No, literally-- they’re both in the same chemistry class.)
After what must have been his tenth mistake of the practice session, the coach’s whistle blows.
“Number four! Switch out with Konoha! Go cool your head!”
Akaashi bites his lip to keep from crying out. It’s uncharacteristic of him, yes, but after a week of playing like this there’s sure to be some unresolved tension. He sighs to himself softly before heading toward the dugout and away from this mess.
Fill: Team 3rd Gym with Kenma, T
Additional Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Konoha, mentioned coach
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: team/individual frustration, akaashi is a dork and doesn't know what's going on
Word Count: 416
Remix Permission: yes See Permissions Sheet
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As any good middle infielder knows, there should be a certain ease to fielding grounders. To a middle infielder who’s worth their team’s time and energy, catching tricky hops should be second nature, even if they’re defending behind a pitcher with a wide array of tricks up their arsenal, or even if they’re not technically a pitch-to-contact type of player. Fielding, like most things in baseball, should seem effortless. Graceful. Almost dignified. And Akaashi would like to say that, for these reasons, he should be considered somewhat of a valuable asset to Fukurodani’s Baseball Club.
Emphasis on should.
Because, really, when he has to share the infield with someone like Bokuto Koutarou, how can Akaashi be expected to be a valuable asset to anything? Bokuto is enough of a distraction with his completely insane gray and black hair spiked up every day with copious amounts of hair gel and voice loud and abrasive enough to wake small woodland creatures in the neighboring nature reserves.
(Akaashi watches him style his hair from time to time, in the locker room. He’s still not sure why someone like Bokuto would put so much effort into a completely subjective aspect of appearance yet. But, oh well. It’s not like he’s here to make friends with the guy, anyway.)
But as critical as Akaashi is of Bokuto in his current hyper-fixated monologue, there’s a bit of another problem as well. A problem that, apparently all of the rest of the team aside from Akaashi was already in on: whenever he’s on the field alongside Bokuto, Akaashi messes up on simple fielding plays he thought he’d mastered in late primary school.
Akaashi trips over his feet, he slips on a wet piece of dirt between first and second base. Akaashi’s glove isn’t quite up to speed on pop ups either, evidenced by the third failed attempt in this twenty minute stretch beside Bokuto. It’s unfair, Akaashi thinks, because they have so much chemistry together off the field. (No, literally-- they’re both in the same chemistry class.)
After what must have been his tenth mistake of the practice session, the coach’s whistle blows.
“Number four! Switch out with Konoha! Go cool your head!”
Akaashi bites his lip to keep from crying out. It’s uncharacteristic of him, yes, but after a week of playing like this there’s sure to be some unresolved tension. He sighs to himself softly before heading toward the dugout and away from this mess.