Title: Drawn Together Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya Additional Characters: None Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tattoo Artist Miyuki Kazuya, Lawyer Takigawa Chris Yuu, Aged-Up Character(s), Motorcycle Accident Mentioned, Thirst at First Sight, Innuendo Word Count: 1503 Remix Permission:see permissions sheet Link to Original Fill:here
I took some creative liberties, I hope you don't mind. Also posted to Ao3
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Miyuki had just finished cleaning up his station when the front door chimed. “Sorry, we’re closed.”
He glanced up and did a double-take because he almost didn’t recognize Takigawa Chris Yuu.
Miyuki had been ecstatic when Rei told him she was planning on taking over her father’s shop and was willing to sell Line Out to him. Of course, he agreed. Miyuki had been saving up to open up his own place for years.
He had been less than excited when Rei added, “I’ll have my lawyer draw up the paperwork.”
Miyuki had been determined not to be intimidated. And he wasn’t. But it still made his skin crawl with how out of place he was standing in the lobby of what was undoubtedly a very intimidating office in a very intimidating building.
Miyuki tapped his fingers against his motorcycle helmet impatiently as the admin assistant not so subtly eyed his tattoos.
The スチール meaning both "steal" and "steel" in katakana were black on his right knuckles. The chrysanthemums that started on the back of his hand and worked their way upward framing the realistic raccoon dog that took up his whole forearm.
His other forearm was covered in a black square. The black was filled in around the lyrics to Seimeisen by the Back Horn. (“A wonderful new day is spreading through the dawn. If only you can love the very worst days of your life”.) Wrapped behind the black square was the tail of his traditionally styled dragon. Most of its body was covered by the sleeve of his shirt but it was obvious what it was.
On the left side of his neck, he had ginkgo leaves that arched from a thin branch that followed his spine. On the very back of his neck was the Crest of the Tokyo Metropolis in a purple circle. It was even more visible since Miyuki had been convinced to get an undercut a couple of months ago.
“Takigawa-sensei is ready for you,” said the admin assistant as he gestured towards the double doors behind him.
Miyuki gave a short nod in acknowledgement as he walked by.
Miyuki had spent his whole life not giving a fuck what other people thought about him. It was his best and worst characteristic. And yet, when Miyuki entered the office he suddenly and irrationally cared what Takigawa-sensei thought of him.
Miyuki had been expecting a middle-aged man in an ill-fitting suit. Maybe sweaty. Maybe balding. Maybe soft from spending so much time indoors behind a desk.
In reality, what he got was someone who looked like sex on legs.
And Miyuki wanted to whimper because every line on him was sharp and crisp and hard. His height and the breadth of his shoulders. His three-piece gray suit. His jaw and cheekbones and his eyes--that flicked over Miyuki before he smiled.
“I’m Takigawa Chris Yuu. It’s nice to meet you.”
And Miyuki accepted the outstretched handshake.
And he belatedly remembered to breathe.
Things didn’t get easier after that. Embarrassingly enough. Because it turned out not only did Takigawa look good enough to eat he also was ridiculously smart.
It didn’t take Miyuki long to realize and appreciate Takigawa’s dry wit. He would slip a devastating comment into a conversation so casually it would take a moment for Miyuki to realize what would happen and he would look up--and Takigawa would be wearing the most satisfying little smirk--
And Miyuki realized he was in trouble.
He was really in trouble when he walked into Takigawa’s office only to find the lawyer still on the phone. Takigawa held up a hand to signal that he would be with him in a moment.
Miyuki hardly noticed. Takigawa was standing. Backlit by the large windows. His face set in a scowl as he spoke in terse, short sentences to whoever he was talking to over the phone. He hung up and let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. And there was a fraction of a second where he hadn’t let go of his anger and he glanced at Miyuki. Pinning him in place with the intensity of his stare.
And Miyuki felt himself swallow.
He was really, really in trouble when after wrapping up the last of the paperwork. Takigawa had asked if he wanted to grab a cup of coffee. And Miyuki had agreed because how could he not?
And they had walked down the street side by side. They were going back and forth about something silly and Miyuki was arguing more to see how Takigawa would react than anything else. And it seemed like Takigawa knew what he was doing but was willing to play along anyway.
And Miyuki knew they made quite the pair. Him with his ripped jeans and leather jacket and tattoos and Takigawa in his perfectly tailored navy suit and well-polished loafers. More than a few people did double-takes or just openly stared.
And Miyuki had never cared.
But it turned out Takigawa didn’t either.
And now here he was standing in Miyuki’s shop. Looking just as comfortable in his dark wash jeans and black t-shirt and beat up boots as he did his suits and ties. If Miyuki was being honest...he looked right at home.
Takigawa ran a hand through his hair and Miyuki got a little distracted by how the motion pulled at his shirt. “I wanted to bring by the last of the paperwork.”
“Are you a courier now?” asked Miyuki to cover up how surprised he was. He crossed the distance between them and took the folder Takigawa was holding. He flipped it open on the reception desk and skimmed through the details.
Takigawa smiled as he looked around the shop. “Well, I also wanted to see the place again.” He then glanced back at Miyuki. “And you.”
Miyuki smirked back at him. Pleased. So please that he almost didn’t register the first part of that statement. “What do you mean ‘again’?”
It was then that Miyuki noticed the ink peeking out from the sleeve of Takigawa’s shirt. And before Miyuki realized what he was doing he already had his hands on Takigawa’s arm.
“What is this, Takigawa-sensei?” murmured Miyuki as he studied the tattoo. His fingers brushed across the delicate looking feathers that spread out across Takigawa’s bicep. The linework was instantly familiar to him. “This is Rei-chan’s work.”
Takigawa hummed. “You have a good eye.”
And the implication of what Miyuki was looking at finally hit him. This whole time, under all of those layers, under all of those respectable suits was this. This beautiful art that had been permanently placed on his skin.
And without being asked Takigawa pushed up his sleeve revealing more of his tattoo. It looked like it was a whole wing spreading out from his shoulder blades down his arm. It was also covering an array of ragged scars on his shoulder. It must have hurt like a bitch to get a tattoo over them.
“Motorcycle accident.” Takigawa shrugged and Miyuki could feel the motion under his fingertips. “I probably should have died but didn’t. My dad said it was because of my guardian angel.”
Miyuki smiled. It was a sweet story. That was one of the best parts of Miyuki’s job. Hearing the stories behind the art he was going to create. Even if the reason simply was, “Because it looks cool.” That in itself revealed something about the person.
“Motorcycle accident, huh?” said Miyuki and he realized he still hadn’t let go of Takigawa’s arm. “Do you still ride?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Do you want to get out of here?”
Takigawa smiled back at him. “Yeah.”
Miyuki could feel his grin sharpen as he leaned further into Takigawa’s space. “I’m interested to find out if you have ink anywhere else.”
Takigawa laughed. The sound was soft, almost a whisper. “I guess you’ll find out.”
And Miyuki liked the sound of that.
Miyuki dropped the paperwork onto the desk in the back office before rooting around for the spare helmet that Kuramochi kept at the shop. Miyuki was pretty sure he could put it back before Kuramochi noticed it was gone.
He walked back out onto the main floor and handed Takigawa his own black helmet not wanting to subject him to Kuramochi’s truly awful looking helmet---bright green with cheetah spots. Miyuki turned off the lights and locked up behind them.
Takigawa didn’t hesitate to saddle up behind him on the motorcycle. And Miyuki could get used to the solid weight pressed against his back. The steady hands that settled on his hips. The grin that returned his own as he revved the engine and glanced over his shoulder.
“Did you know I almost went to law school?”
Takigawa laughed. Miyuki could barely hear the sound over the purr of the engine but he could feel the gentle rumble of Takigawa's chest against his back as they took off down the street.
Fill: Team Grandstand, T
Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tattoo Artist Miyuki Kazuya, Lawyer Takigawa Chris Yuu, Aged-Up Character(s), Motorcycle Accident Mentioned, Thirst at First Sight, Innuendo
Word Count: 1503
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here
I took some creative liberties, I hope you don't mind. Also posted to Ao3
***
Miyuki had just finished cleaning up his station when the front door chimed. “Sorry, we’re closed.”
He glanced up and did a double-take because he almost didn’t recognize Takigawa Chris Yuu.
Miyuki had been ecstatic when Rei told him she was planning on taking over her father’s shop and was willing to sell Line Out to him. Of course, he agreed. Miyuki had been saving up to open up his own place for years.
He had been less than excited when Rei added, “I’ll have my lawyer draw up the paperwork.”
Miyuki had been determined not to be intimidated. And he wasn’t. But it still made his skin crawl with how out of place he was standing in the lobby of what was undoubtedly a very intimidating office in a very intimidating building.
Miyuki tapped his fingers against his motorcycle helmet impatiently as the admin assistant not so subtly eyed his tattoos.
The スチール meaning both "steal" and "steel" in katakana were black on his right knuckles. The chrysanthemums that started on the back of his hand and worked their way upward framing the realistic raccoon dog that took up his whole forearm.
His other forearm was covered in a black square. The black was filled in around the lyrics to Seimeisen by the Back Horn. (“A wonderful new day is spreading through the dawn. If only you can love the very worst days of your life”.) Wrapped behind the black square was the tail of his traditionally styled dragon. Most of its body was covered by the sleeve of his shirt but it was obvious what it was.
On the left side of his neck, he had ginkgo leaves that arched from a thin branch that followed his spine. On the very back of his neck was the Crest of the Tokyo Metropolis in a purple circle. It was even more visible since Miyuki had been convinced to get an undercut a couple of months ago.
“Takigawa-sensei is ready for you,” said the admin assistant as he gestured towards the double doors behind him.
Miyuki gave a short nod in acknowledgement as he walked by.
Miyuki had spent his whole life not giving a fuck what other people thought about him. It was his best and worst characteristic. And yet, when Miyuki entered the office he suddenly and irrationally cared what Takigawa-sensei thought of him.
Miyuki had been expecting a middle-aged man in an ill-fitting suit. Maybe sweaty. Maybe balding. Maybe soft from spending so much time indoors behind a desk.
In reality, what he got was someone who looked like sex on legs.
And Miyuki wanted to whimper because every line on him was sharp and crisp and hard. His height and the breadth of his shoulders. His three-piece gray suit. His jaw and cheekbones and his eyes--that flicked over Miyuki before he smiled.
“I’m Takigawa Chris Yuu. It’s nice to meet you.”
And Miyuki accepted the outstretched handshake.
And he belatedly remembered to breathe.
Things didn’t get easier after that. Embarrassingly enough. Because it turned out not only did Takigawa look good enough to eat he also was ridiculously smart.
It didn’t take Miyuki long to realize and appreciate Takigawa’s dry wit. He would slip a devastating comment into a conversation so casually it would take a moment for Miyuki to realize what would happen and he would look up--and Takigawa would be wearing the most satisfying little smirk--
And Miyuki realized he was in trouble.
He was really in trouble when he walked into Takigawa’s office only to find the lawyer still on the phone. Takigawa held up a hand to signal that he would be with him in a moment.
Miyuki hardly noticed. Takigawa was standing. Backlit by the large windows. His face set in a scowl as he spoke in terse, short sentences to whoever he was talking to over the phone. He hung up and let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. And there was a fraction of a second where he hadn’t let go of his anger and he glanced at Miyuki. Pinning him in place with the intensity of his stare.
And Miyuki felt himself swallow.
He was really, really in trouble when after wrapping up the last of the paperwork. Takigawa had asked if he wanted to grab a cup of coffee. And Miyuki had agreed because how could he not?
And they had walked down the street side by side. They were going back and forth about something silly and Miyuki was arguing more to see how Takigawa would react than anything else. And it seemed like Takigawa knew what he was doing but was willing to play along anyway.
And Miyuki knew they made quite the pair. Him with his ripped jeans and leather jacket and tattoos and Takigawa in his perfectly tailored navy suit and well-polished loafers. More than a few people did double-takes or just openly stared.
And Miyuki had never cared.
But it turned out Takigawa didn’t either.
And now here he was standing in Miyuki’s shop. Looking just as comfortable in his dark wash jeans and black t-shirt and beat up boots as he did his suits and ties. If Miyuki was being honest...he looked right at home.
Takigawa ran a hand through his hair and Miyuki got a little distracted by how the motion pulled at his shirt. “I wanted to bring by the last of the paperwork.”
“Are you a courier now?” asked Miyuki to cover up how surprised he was. He crossed the distance between them and took the folder Takigawa was holding. He flipped it open on the reception desk and skimmed through the details.
Takigawa smiled as he looked around the shop. “Well, I also wanted to see the place again.” He then glanced back at Miyuki. “And you.”
Miyuki smirked back at him. Pleased. So please that he almost didn’t register the first part of that statement. “What do you mean ‘again’?”
It was then that Miyuki noticed the ink peeking out from the sleeve of Takigawa’s shirt. And before Miyuki realized what he was doing he already had his hands on Takigawa’s arm.
“What is this, Takigawa-sensei?” murmured Miyuki as he studied the tattoo. His fingers brushed across the delicate looking feathers that spread out across Takigawa’s bicep. The linework was instantly familiar to him. “This is Rei-chan’s work.”
Takigawa hummed. “You have a good eye.”
And the implication of what Miyuki was looking at finally hit him. This whole time, under all of those layers, under all of those respectable suits was this. This beautiful art that had been permanently placed on his skin.
And without being asked Takigawa pushed up his sleeve revealing more of his tattoo. It looked like it was a whole wing spreading out from his shoulder blades down his arm. It was also covering an array of ragged scars on his shoulder. It must have hurt like a bitch to get a tattoo over them.
“Motorcycle accident.” Takigawa shrugged and Miyuki could feel the motion under his fingertips. “I probably should have died but didn’t. My dad said it was because of my guardian angel.”
Miyuki smiled. It was a sweet story. That was one of the best parts of Miyuki’s job. Hearing the stories behind the art he was going to create. Even if the reason simply was, “Because it looks cool.” That in itself revealed something about the person.
“Motorcycle accident, huh?” said Miyuki and he realized he still hadn’t let go of Takigawa’s arm. “Do you still ride?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Do you want to get out of here?”
Takigawa smiled back at him. “Yeah.”
Miyuki could feel his grin sharpen as he leaned further into Takigawa’s space. “I’m interested to find out if you have ink anywhere else.”
Takigawa laughed. The sound was soft, almost a whisper. “I guess you’ll find out.”
And Miyuki liked the sound of that.
Miyuki dropped the paperwork onto the desk in the back office before rooting around for the spare helmet that Kuramochi kept at the shop. Miyuki was pretty sure he could put it back before Kuramochi noticed it was gone.
He walked back out onto the main floor and handed Takigawa his own black helmet not wanting to subject him to Kuramochi’s truly awful looking helmet---bright green with cheetah spots. Miyuki turned off the lights and locked up behind them.
Takigawa didn’t hesitate to saddle up behind him on the motorcycle. And Miyuki could get used to the solid weight pressed against his back. The steady hands that settled on his hips. The grin that returned his own as he revved the engine and glanced over his shoulder.
“Did you know I almost went to law school?”
Takigawa laughed. Miyuki could barely hear the sound over the purr of the engine but he could feel the gentle rumble of Takigawa's chest against his back as they took off down the street.