SF2020 - Bonus Round 1: Three Words

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Three words can mean the world! Whether it is a sentence or disconnected terms, what will you choose to convey with limited words?
This bonus round will be open until Saturday, June 27th at 11:59pm (midnight) EDT. (Countdown)

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Rules

• Submit prompts by commenting any three words of your choosing! This can be a phrase or a list of words. Example:
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Comments

Re: FILL : Team Grandstand, G

[novocaine_sea]

I’m crying this is fine and dandy

FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, M

[deducingontheroof]

Title: rising then falling, rinse and repeat
Ship/Character: Haiba Alisa/Tanaka Saeko, Kuroo Tetsurou & Tanaka Saeko
Additional Characters: Saeko, Kuroo, Alisa, Yachi, Fukunaga, Bokuto
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Psycho Pass AU, Angst, References to Depression, Referenced Past Character Death, Smoking, Alcohol, Grief/Mourning
Word Count: 1915
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

this was supposed to be half as long but the au sucked me back in

the psycho pass au - takes place immediately after steady hands

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250.


Saeko lets out a long sigh, leaning against her door frame and wincing at the burn of her scalding coffee.

It’s never easy to see a new face in Enforcer quarters. It’s always hard, but when it’s someone you know, it’s even harder.

“Need a hand?” she asks casually, biting back the instinctive boss that she’d normally tack on. Fuck, that was gonna be a hard habit to break.

Kuroo shakes his head wordlessly. Bokuto doesn’t even look at her. Both of them look haunted, with hollow eyes and dark bruises beneath their eyes. They look like shit, and Saeko wants to find Miya and tear him limb from limb.

There’s a hundred things she wants to say.

You don’t belong here. I’m sorry about what happened. We’ll find him. It’s gonna be okay.

She doesn’t.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” she says instead, forcing a friendly smile. “My door’s always open. We take care of each other down here. Gotta stick together and all that shit.”

Kuroo manages a smile, and it’s even more forced than her own. Balancing his box on his hip, he gets his door open, and Bokuto blankly follows him in. Saeko retreats into her own quarters.

The second the door’s closed, the anger bubbles over, and she throws her mug across the room.


289.


Every night, after second shift finishes, they all head to Alisa’s quarters.

It’s not official or anything. It’s just something that happens. They’ve never discussed it, or even mentioned it, but like clockwork, they end up there when they’re done for the day.

Today, though, the mood is different. Something dark hangs in the air, an aura of despair that Saeko can’t shake.

“Everything has been changing lately,” Yachi sighs quietly.

“You can say that again.” Saeko barks out a laugh. “Things are going tits-up around here.”

Alisa bites her lip. “It’s frightening. I— I keep forgetting how few of us are left. There should be eight of us right now.”

There are only four. Four Enforcers in Alisa’s quarters, and two fresh faces locked away in their own.

We’re alive, Fukunaga signs, expression unreadable. We’re still alive, and they aren’t.

Saeko shakes her head, exhaling loudly and slumping back against the sofa. “Fuck. Still haven’t wrapped my head around it. I keep turnin’ around, expecting to see them.”

“Where did we go wrong?” Alisa asks quietly. “Akaashi-san and Yaku-san— they were going to outlive us all. Yaku-san was getting better. He was on his way to becoming an Inspector.”

“They were supposed to outlive me, that’s for sure,” Saeko chuckles darkly. “I was gonna be the first one gone. Not Akaashi, not Mori. Not fuckin’ Daichi.”

“Don’t say that!” Yachi gasps. “Saeko-san, you aren’t going to die!”

“Have you seen my Hue, Yachi?” Saeko counters with a wry smile. “It keeps rising and falling like this, and I won’t last another month.”

Fukunaga shakes his head. You will last. We aren’t losing you too.


262.


There’s a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips and a half-empty glass of whiskey in her hand when she hears a soft knock on the door.

“Door’s open,” she calls, kinda confused. She’s used to people just walking in, not knocking. Her door’s always open.

The door opens just wide enough for Kuroo to slip in, and a bittersweet smile tugs at her lips. She hasn’t seen him since he and Bokuto moved in.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she says, trying to keep it casual and familiar. “What’s up?”

Kuroo hesitates for a minute, lingering in the doorway, before sighing and vaulting over the back of the sofa to sit next to her. “This feels weird.”

Saeko hums knowingly. “Yeah, this shit isn’t easy to get used to. How you holdin’ up, boss?”

She flinches at the slip, but Kuroo doesn’t seem to notice, eyes fixed on the scuffed floorboards.

“Better than Kou,” he says. “He’s stuck in his head.”

“Shit,” Saeko exhales slowly. “He need anything, or just time?”

“Fuck if I know,” Kuroo laughs, his voice breaking. She tosses him her pack of smokes, and his fingers fumble as he taps one out and shakily lights it. “He can’t shake it, and I don’t know how to help him.”

“What about you?” she asks, softening her voice. “What do you need?”

“A clear Hue?” Kuroo snorts. “That bastard’s head on a stick?”

“Can’t help you with your Hue, I’m afraid,” she sighs, letting her head fall back as she exhales. Wisps of smoke dance through the air above her face. “You know me, boss. Rising, then falling. Rinse and repeat. Almost broke 290 again last week.”

“I did break 290 last week,” Kuroo admits quietly. “Shit, Saeko. I don’t know how to fix this.”

“I dunno,” Saeko says, the words catching in her throat, “but we take care of each other down here, and it helps.”


294.


No parents. No siblings, Fukunaga shrugs. Just me.

“I have a brother,” Alisa says with a gentle smile. “Lev. I think he’ll write his exams this year, but I haven’t seen him since he was twelve.”

“Damn,” Saeko hisses sympathetically. “That’s a long time.”

Alisa shrugs, but the regret in her eyes is obvious. “What about you, Kuroo-san? Do you have any family?”

Kuroo snorts. “Nah. Don’t remember my ma, and my old man got caught out by a street scanner when I was a kid. Dunno what ended up happening to him. Don’t care enough to find out.”

“I got a little brother, too. Think I’m gonna have two soon, if they ever set a date.” Just thinking about those two idiots is enough to make Saeko smile. “Fuck, I’d do anything for them. Ryuu’s got a habit of hangin’ around crime scenes and tryin’ to catch me for a few minutes. I keep tellin’ him to knock it off, but he doesn’t listen to me anymore. At least I get to see him.”

“He’s careful, though, right?” Yachi asks anxiously. “I mean, that’s very dangerous!”

Saeko snorts. “’Course he isn’t. He’s related to me, isn’t he? But his Hue’s clear enough, and he hasn’t been hurt yet. Keeps sayin’ he’s waitin’ for me to fix my shit and get outta here. Get myself promoted.”

“If Oikawa can do it, anyone can,” Kuroo chuckles bitterly.

“I’m not just anyone, boss.” Saeko finishes her drink, hiding the flash of pain that shoots across her face at his words. “I’m not getting out of here.”

Anyone has a chance, it’s you and Bokuto, Fukunaga signs, the honesty on his face genuine. Give it time, and you’ll balance each other out again.

“Don’t think that’s gonna happen,” Kuroo admits, the faint traces of humour draining from his face. “Kou’s not— he’s having a rough time, and I dunno how well he’ll bounce back.”

Saeko doesn’t say it, but she meets Alisa’s eyes and knows they’re both thinking the same thing.

Fukunaga’s right. Out of all of them, Kuroo and Bokuto have the best chance of getting out of here.

But Kuroo and Bokuto aren’t getting out.


256.


“Stay with me tonight,” Alisa murmurs, and Saeko looks up.

“What’s goin’ on, sweetheart?” Saeko asks. “You never want me staying when you’re on first shift in the mornin’.”

Alisa blinks rapidly, biting her lip, and Saeko gets it.

“You’ve been watching my Hue again,” Saeko sighs, and Alisa’s silence is all the confirmation she needs. “Alisa, you’ve gotta quit that. It just stresses you out.”

“I know that. I do,” Alisa insists, “but I can’t help it. You frighten me, Saeko-san.”

“Yeah,” Saeko sighs. She needs a damn smoke if they’re gonna have this conversation again. “Nothin’ I can do about it, though.”

“That’s the worst part.” Alisa’s voice trembles, as if she’s on the verge of tears. “There’s nothing that can be done to help you, and that’s the worst part.”

“Alisa, you’ve gotta quit looking,” Saeko repeats firmly. “If you keep stressing so much about it, your Crime Coefficient is gonna start going up again, and you’re barely stable.”

Alisa raises an incredulous eyebrow at her. “I’ve not exceeded 200 in three months. I’m not the one in danger, darling.”

“I’m always in danger.”

“Saeko-san—”

“No, it’s the truth. I’m always in danger. Have been, as far back as I remember,” Saeko interrupts. “Nothing’s changed. Rising, then falling. Rinse and repeat. Three years of this bullshit, but you wanna know something?”

Alisa looks back at her, eyes wet and glimmering. “Yes?”

“I’m still here.” Saeko grabs Alisa’s hand, moving it to her chest. “My heart’s still beating. I’m still breathing. Rising, then falling, rinse and repeat, but I’m still here.”

“Promise me that won’t change,” Alisa pleads, a single tear slipping out. “Promise me you’ll stay.”

Saeko takes a deep breath, looking into Alisa’s eyes and smiling reassuringly.

“I promise,” she lies.


290.


Kuroo slams the door behind him, and Saeko looks up in alarm. “Terushima came by today.”

Saeko blinks. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” Kuroo vaults over the sofa and immediately plucks her smoke from between her lips, taking a long drag.

Saeko sighs, tapping another out. “What did he want?”

“The Miya case.” Kuroo runs a hand through his hair, and Saeko can’t identify the expression on his face. “Ennoshita wants him to drop it, but he’s making a different call.”

“Shit,” Saeko repeats. “How’s Bokuto feel about that?”

“He talked to Terushima.” Saeko’s chest tightens at his words. “Kou hasn’t spoken since it happened, but he talked to Terushima.”

“You’re back on the case,” Saeko sighs again, long and deep.

“Not officially,” Kuroo says with a smirk, “but yeah. We are.”

“You know I’ll follow you anywhere, boss.”

Kuroo shakes his head. “No way. This case would be the end of you, and I won’t let that happen.”

“It’s gonna happen, one way or another,” Saeko shrugs, emotionless. “I accepted that a long time ago.”

“I haven’t,” Kuroo says sharply. “This case took me and Kou down, but it would take you out.”

“You keep going, and it might take you out.”

Kuroo hesitates. She’s right, and he knows it.

“Nah. You’ve got a point, but.” Kuroo takes a shaky breath. “Teru and Kou and I, we started this. We’ve gotta finish it.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Saeko says simply. “If you need me, I’m here. If you don’t, I’m still here. We take care of each other down here.”

“If—” Kuroo’s voice breaks, but he pushes past it. “If this case takes us out, promise me you’ll finish it. Promise me you’ll take him out if we can’t.”

“’Course. Anything for you, boss,” Saeko agrees easily. “You gotta promise me somethin’ in return, though.”

Kuroo manages a weak smirk. “We take care of each other down here, right?”

Saeko laughs. “You’re catching on. If you go down, I’ll finish it. But when I go down, you’ve gotta take care of Alisa. She’ll fall apart. Put her back together for me.”

“Sae…”

“I’m going down, boss. Can’t avoid it. Hell, nothing’s happened for days, and I’m up at 290,” she says with a bland shrug. She’s accepted it. She’d accepted it years ago. “Take care of her for me.”

“Fuck, Saeko.” Kuroo lets out a long sigh. “Yeah, ‘course I will. She won’t go down.”

“That’s all I care about.” Saeko smiles.

Rising, then falling. Rinse and repeat.

Nothing lasts forever.

Re: FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years, T

[oaktoont]

Ooh! I love this! I'm such a sucker for Sanada and Raichi and Raizou being a wild card of a coach is one of my favorite plots from Daiya! Thanks for the fill!

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[oaktoont]

Thank you, thank you! <3

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[swankitty]

Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, Oikawa Tooru/Iwaizumi Hajime, Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shouyo, Atobe Keigo/Echizen Ryoma, Tezuka Kunimitsu/Fuji Shuusuke, Aomine Daiki/Kuroko Tetsuya OR Kise Ryouta, any
Fandom: Yuri on Ice, Haikyuu!!, Prince of Tennis, Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: ships/characters not listed okay!
Do Not Wants: nsfw, incest

Prompt: house of gold

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years

[tsukisyama]

Title: new hair style
Ship/Character: Kuramochi Youichi & Kominato Ryousuke, Kuramochi Youichi/Kominato Ryousuke (pre-slash)
Additional Characters: mentioned Miyuki Kazuya, mentioned Sawamura Eijun, mentioned Seidou team
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: blonde!kuramochi is back, sorry kuramochi sweetie but what you have on your head is a mullet < / 3 , texting
Word Count: 566
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

i keep on filling your prompts - there's just something about Daiya <3

***
Youichi’s only a couple of weeks into this whole college thing, but he’s got to admit - it might not be so bad.

Yeah, sharing a room with Miyuki is less than ideal. It’s not like Youichi’s unused to sharing a room - living with Sawamura for two years taught him more about personal space and living with people fundamentally different than himself than he’d ever care to admit. But living with Miyuki requires a different level of skill - the bastard goes to bed at nine thirty most nights, and wakes him up at the ass crack of dawn, even during the off-season. Which has been terrible for his sleep cycle.

He’d keep Miyuki awake longer, if he didn’t fear that Miyuki would get back at him in ways he couldn’t even begin to imagine. But still… the boredom is really getting to him tonight. Youichi can’t even think about sleeping until midnight - what the hell is he supposed to do before then? Scroll through social media? (Boring, if not what he usually opts for.) Catch up on the Seidou LINE group chat, that’s filled with way too many of Furuya’s polar bear stickers and sleeping pictures of Sawamura? (Seriously, Kuramochi had to see that guy sleep every day for two years - can the current Seidou roster get more creative with their blackmail?) Play video games with the volume turned all the way down? (Half the fun of playing brainless video games is the music!) Study???

(That last one is seriously not. Gonna. Happen.)

It’s as Youichi tries to come up with more (equally boring) silent ways to fill the void in his soul that a notification comes from Ryousuke.

The two of them had… drifted apart a bit, since Youichi’s graduation. Ryousuke hadn’t been there - too busy with night practices at his university at the time - but they’d called every now and then. Occasional texts weren’t too peculiar from him, but it’d been a few weeks since they’d last spoken, so Youichi had thought…

He glances at the message before he can fill in the blank.

Ryousuke: this reminded me of you

Youichi’s heart pounds.

There was always the issue of Youichi’s unreciprocated crush during high school, flitting in the back of his mind at moments like these. When he’d confessed to Ryousuke - not so much outright as it was confusing, and awkward, and doomed for failure because Ryousuke was literally three days away from moving halfway across the country. But Ryousuke had… rejected him, Youichi thinks, even if neither of them made their intentions very clear.

This does nothing to explain the anticipation Youichi feels at the thought of something from Ryousuke. Is it… heartfelt? Well, there was only one way to find out -

Ryousuke: [manwithamullet.jpg]

Youichi: Is my hair really that bad?

Ryousuke: no

Ryousuke: yours is much worse

Youichi grits his teeth. So much for a heartfelt message from his former senpai.

Youichi: I can’t help my mullet. You had one in high school too.

Ryousuke: had

Youichi: Lmao

Ryousuke: ever considered going back to blonde?

Youichi’s eyes shoot into the stratosphere.

--

Youichi finds a new late night hobby - texting Ryousuke, and learning how to bleach his hair in a shitty dorm bathroom.

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years, T

[tsukisyama]

Ship/Character: Haiji Kiyose & Joji & Jotaro
Fandom: Run with the Wind/Kazetsuyo
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: pls pay haiji for this, the twins get into trouble, set in an ambiguous time
Word Count: 700
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet


***
It wasn’t every day that Haiji saw the twins on their best behavior.

As of late, they’d been much better than they ever were as first years (Haiji does not envy their poor mother - if they’re this much of a handful now, how terrible must they have been during high school? Haiji almost doesn’t want to know). But still… there was something fishy in the way they’d been acting the past couple of days.

The two of them were all too eager to help in the kitchen - they’d lent a hand with chopping vegetables (they were uneven, but Haiji supposes it’s the thought that counts?), sat at the low table despite being the first ones ready to eat (which gave Haiji the opportunity to “accidentally” play footsie with a blushing Kakeru), and just now they’d stayed after everyone else finished to clean the dishes. And they’d done so silently - only speaking to each other, and the others at the table, when spoken to.

If Haiji were Shindo, or Musa, or even King - he’d assume nothing of these things. But it’s because he’s Haiji - a seasoned veteran in the art of getting anything he wants from people through coercion - he knows there’s something beyond the surface level of these meaningless acts of kindness.

Haiji knows the twins well enough to know they’ve done something stupid. And, knowing them, they’ll hardly be able to keep up this act for long, so Haiji had better get a jump on them before they end up embarrassing themselves further.

“Oh, hey,” Haiji says, before the two of them leave the kitchen. They halt at the sound of his voice immediately - if Haiji were less kind of a man, he would have kept them on this trajectory far longer than just a couple of days. “Wanna tell me what’s up?”

Joji lifts an arm behind his head sheepishly. “Hey, Haiji-san…”

“We were just…” Jota continues, raising a hand to his lip. “Just…”

The two of them share a glance. Haiji would dub it ‘twin telepathy,’ but he’s not sure if what goes on in their heads is really thinking so much as it is… coming up with stuff. Unintelligently.

“Going back to our room,” Joji settles on. “Early morning tomorrow, you know-”

Haiji raises an eyebrow. They’re so transparent it hurts. “That’s funny. Last I heard, we didn’t have practice-”

“Haiji, please forgive us!”

… and now, the two of them are groveling on the floor before him. If he weren’t married to running, Haiji would consider petitioning for someone to pay him for this… extremely odd job.

(It’s a thought that’s crossed his mind every now and again. His life is so intertwined with Kansei now - he can’t imagine doing business anywhere else, or doing anything else. But there are hurdles to jump through, of course, and he’s seriously going to have to come up with a way for them to pay him first.)

“We got jobs!”

“You… what?”

“We,” Joji starts, snivelling into Haiji’s track pants. He’s going to have to wash them tomorrow, “hit someone’s car with our soccer cleats!”

Jota nods vigorously. “We were throwing them after practice one day, because we knew we’d never use them again, because we LOVE running so much -”

“-and then we cracked the windshield of some guy’s car-”

“-and it would’ve been fine but the guy really has a stick up his ass and-”

“-we’re really sorry, Haiji, but we have to pay him back because we spent all of our money on-”

“It’s fine,” Haiji says, pushing one palm on each of their foreheads. It was a relief to see them back in their normal ways, but still… this could be concerning. “We’ll settle this thing tomorrow. I’m sure we’ll have the funds for a broken windshield-”

Jota’s eyes light up. “You’re the best, Haiji-san-”

“But you owe the team. Specifically, me.”

The looks on their faces are ones Haiji won’t forget for a while.

Good to know he still has the “scary team captain” voice still in him.

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[oaktoont]

Title: Rainout (Chapter 3)
Ship/Character: Isashiki Jun/Yuuki Tetsuya
Additional Characters: Takigawa Chris Yuu
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Boys Being Soft
Word Count: 842
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

Back at it again. ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ Also posted to Ao3.

***

It wasn’t raining as hard as they stepped out of the restaurant, but Tetsu still opened his umbrella and stepped next to Jun in order to shelter them both with it.

“It was good to see you,” said Jun as Chris opened his own umbrella. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“You too. Take care.” Chris glanced between them and smiled. “Both of you.”

Jun gave one last wave as he watched Chris walk away. “That...went well.”

Tetsu was still looking down the street where Chris had disappeared. His expression gave nothing away as he nodded. “It did.”

Jun scratched the stubble on his chin. “Though Chris is kind of…”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, a real nice guy but…”

“Terrifying.”

Jun barked out a laugh. “Yeah. Basically. Is your college going to have to play his?”

Tetsu nodded. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“You would.”

And Jun knew his grin must look a little feral, but Tetsu only smiled back at him in his mild-mannered way.

“Shall we?” asked Tetsu as he started walking.

“Lead the way,” replied Jun as he fell in step with him.

And hadn’t that always been the way?

Well, that had almost always been the way.

Jun’s time at Seido had been a series of disappointments really. He had graduated Middle School with so many big dreams. He was going to become the Ace of the team and he was going to lead the powerhouse school to Koshien. None of those things ended up coming true.

The one thing that never disappointed Jun--the one thing he never regretted--was Tetsu.

Jun had wasted a lot of time trying to be better than Tetsu and then wasted even more time struggling to come to terms with the fact that he never would be. It was sometime late in his First Year or early in his Second Year when Jun realized what a gift he had been given. That he had found someone better than a rival.

He had found a friend.

A friend that, in many ways for many different reasons, was the best person Jun knew.

Tetsu accepted him. He never told Jun he was too loud or too aggressive or too much. Instead, he had seen his gruff, in your face demeanor as something necessary to the team. But more than that...he had seen past all of Jun’s bluster. Tetsu had taken the time to get to know him in a way that few people bothered. He listened and learned and trusted--

And it wasn’t until his Third Year that Jun realized...well…he’d put himself in Tetsu’s hands in more ways than one.

They stopped at the crosswalk as they waited for the light to change. And Jun was content to stand next to Tetsu in silence. He listened to the sound of the rain against the umbrella and the sound of the passing cars' tires against the wet pavement. And...it was nice.

Except Tetsu was looking at him out of the corner of his eye and Jun shifted from one foot to the other before finally just flat out asking, “What?”

“Your hands…”

“What about my hands?”

Jun pulled his hands out of his pockets in order to inspect them. They looked like...hands. Blunt, short nails and calloused palms. They had been worked into tools of the trade. They were hands that could catch a baseball, throw a baseball, hit a baseball--

Tetsu reached out and interlaced their fingers.

“You’ve always had gentle hands.”

Jun looked away knowing full well there was no way to hide the way he was blushing. “That’s not true.”

Tetsu hummed. “You’ve always taken care of everyone and everything with these hands.”

Jun laughed. “More like with my smart mouth.”

And it took a moment, but Jun eventually realized what he had said. And he felt his eyes go wide. And he opened his mouth to say something, anything--

Except Tetsu nodded solemnly as if Jun had said something profound. “That’s also true.”

And before Jun realized what was happening Tetsu leaned in. And pressed his lips against Jun’s. And Jun barely registered the feeling--feather-light and warm--before Tetsu pulled away.

It had happened so quickly that Jun hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t even closed his eyes. He just...stood there.

And yet Jun couldn’t remember the last time his heartbeat this quickly. Probably not since Winter Training Camp when Coach Kataoka tried to kill them. Except it didn’t feel like Jun was dying. In fact, he had never felt so painfully alive.

Jun swallowed. His eyes darted away and back again as he mumbled, “The light changed.”

“Oh,” said Tetsu as he stepped into the crosswalk. “It did.”

Jun stumbled after him. His feet felt heavy and clumsy--but his hand was still gripping Tetsu’s hand. Anchoring him. Connecting him. And Jun found himself falling into the familiar pattern.

Tetsu led and Jun followed.

And Jun ducked his head as he grinned--as Tetsu’s thumb absently traced along the back of his hand. Their palms, their fingers, warm against the chill in the air.

Re: FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years

[oaktoont]

Please keep filling my prompts with Daiya fics! Especially when they're gems like this one. There are so many great little details in this. My favorite might be Kuramochi complaining about the Sawamura sleeping pictures. Lol. I'm also all about the nervousness of reconnecting with someone and it's pulled off so well here. (I also may have tried to bleach my hair blonde back in college...so it really hits home. Haha.) Thank you for the fill!

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years, T

[tsukisyama]

Title: siblings to strangers
Ship/Character: Kominato Ryousuke & Kominato Haruichi, Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, Kominato Haruichi/Furuya Satoru
Additional Characters: Furuya Satoru, mentioned Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: Daiya No Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: they're all at a dinner party, sleepy!furuya, intense
Word Count: 428
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet


***
In short, this joint dinner party turned double-date was not going as expected.

Youichi can’t say he’s exactly… surprised, even if the rest of the attendees are about as chaotic as they come. For starters, Furuya’s been sleeping on the couch since dinner ended - that guy hasn’t changed a bit since high school - and Youichi’s boyfriend and his brother are…

Well, Youichi can’t tell what they’re doing, exactly. To put it plainly - it looks like they’re having a staring contest. Only, he’s never seen quite so much intensity and animosity in someone’s eyes for such a trivial game - and he lived with Sawamura for two years, so that’s saying something - so frankly, it’s a bit… scary. Youichi might even intervene if their squabble carries on much longer.

Kominato Ryousuke, standing in their kitchen (he’s too close to the knives for Youichi’s comfort) hasn’t taken his eyes off of Haruichi since Furuya plopped onto the sofa without so much as an ‘excuse me.’ Ryousuke’s hardly ever been one for pleasantries, but he’s been a bit… on edge, about Furuya, since he and Haruichi started dating. It doesn’t help that Furuya is seemingly oblivious to all of Ryousuke’s pointed glares and malicious subliminal messaging.

Haruichi sure knew how to pick someone who’d really piss Ryousuke off, huh…

“Aniki,” Haruichi says tensely. It’s the first thing either of them have said all night, without Youichi’s urging.

Ryousuke studies him cautiously, still leering. “Haruichi.”

Youichi’s heart nearly stops. He needs to find all of the weapons in the house and throw them into the street. Expensive kitchen knives or not, he and Ryousuke’s house cannot turn into a crime scene. Knowing Ryousuke, they’d escape prison, but the amount of red tape involved… Youichi doesn’t even want to consider it.

“Maybe you guys should-”

“Let’s settle this like adults,” Ryousuke says - voice suddenly running cold.

It’s odd, Youichi thinks, how Ryousuke can speak to Haruichi like he’s a stranger from time to time, rather than a sibling. Icy, removed, detached. Part of Youichi wonders if Ryousuke would ever treat him like that, if he got on Ryousuke’s bad side…

Haruichi nods once. “Once and for all.”

Youichi doesn’t like the sound of that.

--

Two hours later, and the four of them are sprawled onto the couch together playing every Mario game Youichi’s ever owned.

“It’s the only way,” Ryousuke had explained.

The only way my ass, Youichi thinks. But he’s grateful for not having to clean up any messes

FILL: Team Seijoh Third Years, T

[tsukisyama]

Ship/Character: Kurahara Kakeru, Haiji Kiyose
Fandom: run with the wind
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, SAD kakeru :(
Word Count: 406
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

***

Kakeru can’t remember the last time he ever got a hug.

It’s not as though he’s never been hugged in his life - his mother had been good enough, when he was young, at displaying some form of physical affection to him. His childhood was as filled with happy memories as it was filled with soft, nurturing hugs. He might not be able to remember the last time, but he can remember the kindness of a warm embrace, even when he has to start back at square one.

Kakeru has shied away from hugs ever since he struck his high school running coach. It’s not a conscious decision, of course - Kakeru would never choose touch starvation, not when he knows what it feels like now. His mother couldn’t understand him anymore, and it’s not like he could seek physical affection from anyone else. So he learned to live without it.

Living without touch would have been easy. It should have been, all things considered, but that damned Haiji came from out of nowhere and had to ruin things for Kakeru. If it weren’t for him, Kakeru would be living a perfectly happy life, out where no one could bother him -

- he doesn’t know where he might’ve lived if it weren’t for Haiji, actually.

And maybe… Kakeru doesn’t hate Haiji for finding him and giving him opportunities. At least, he doesn’t hate Haiji as much as he was initially inclined to think. But the issue isn’t Haiji, so much as it is Kakeru himself. There’s something blocking Kakeru, from being as affectionate of a person as he’d most like to be.

The casual grace with which Haiji addresses Kakeru… the hand on Kakeru’s shoulder, that singed and seared deep within Kakeru’s soul in the two seconds it laid against his skin. Kakeru wishes he knew how to ask for it. And yet…

Kakeru isn’t prepared for the hostility he’s bound to feel, the moment someone touches him - the anger he’ll feel once he opens up to someone who’s bound to let go eventually. He’s as powerless to communicate these fears as he is to build new bridges.

The reality Kakeru lives in is a cold one. He knows what he’s bound to say if Haiji dares touch him again - but he’s not ready for that. As emotionally intelligent as Haiji may be, it’s not as though someone so different from Kakeru will ever begin to understand.

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[pocket_panda]

I am YELLING !!!! I HAD COHERENT THOUGHT AND PUT TOGETHER SENTENCES BUT THEN TETSU LEANED IN AND KISSED HIM ALL NBD AND- god it's just so him, so Them. Thank you for coming back with more i'm crying

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[pocket_panda]

i realize i only yelled at you on discord so here we go : SOOOOOOOOOOOOOFT !!!! they're so- it's so easy between them and Osamu is Akaashi's anchor and ;;;; *insert crying ryoutarou here*

Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, G

[hibari1_chan]

Sorry it took this long but I finally read it Thanks for this !!!

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand

[hibari1_chan]

Aaaah I can't believe it took me this long to read that it was good thank you !!

Re: FILL: Team Setter Squad, G

[hibari1_chan]

Aww that was very cute, thanks !!

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[oaktoont]

Thank you!! (Ｔ▽Ｔ) And thank you for your wonderful prompts. I really am glad it worked out this way. It's been so nice to write a bit more about these two dorks. <3

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[rosevtea]

Title: drawing lines in the sand
Ship/Character: Goshiki Tsutomu & Hinata Shouyou, Goshiki Tsutomu/Hinata Shouyou (pre-relationship)
Additional Characters: mentions of Ushijima and Shirabu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: s4 spoilers, set during miyagi training camp, introspection
Word Count: 1841
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

this wasn't supposed to be this long but it got away from me;;

***

Goshiki isn’t sure what to make of Hinata Shouyou when he breaks into the training camp.

He knows the basics: he’s 164 centimeters, he jumps like he belongs to the split second in the sky every wing spiker gets, and he moves like the ball gravitates to his hand. Goshiki can’t deny that he’s captivating enough to demand attention, his eyes tracking the ball with a focus bordering on obsession even now, as a player demoted to watching Ushijima destroy the enemy from off the court.

Goshiki stops a ball Hinata had been diving for and can’t help the smug smile tugging on his lips as he tosses it to him. He turns away, careful to make his movements look almost careless, because giving away any sign of the frustration burning in his veins feels like a loss, and he doesn’t need another rival or another loss in his life.

(How did it feel? Goshiki wants to ask when Hinata hands him a water bottle. To be on the opposite side of Ushijima-san? To be the one slamming the ball down?)

Karasuno had won. Karasuno had won and taken Shiratorizawa’s last chance of going to Nationals with them, and Goshiki wants nothing more but to erase the empty feeling that had pervaded his entire being when the whistle cut through a long, long silence and the last two points had been on the wrong side of the scoreboard.

Shiratorizawa had always been the steady and unmoveable mountain in his eyes, a place where he could stand at the top and feel the promise of something greater thrumming underneath his fingertips as the team across the net collapsed. Miyagi was simply a starting place, a springboard for dominating Nationals. His goal for the year had been to stop one of Sakusa-san’s spikes, maybe receive one of Bokuto Koutarou’s cut shots—

Watching Karasuno accept the trophy hadn’t felt like the dethroning of a champion. Instead, it had been the erosion of the ground underneath his feet as the foundation he could fall back on crumbled into pieces. He can recall tears hitting the floor of the gym distantly, blurring shades of purple and gray all he really remembers of the bus ride back to school. Hands that don’t quite belong to him shook as they slowly zipped up his jacket. Next to him, Shirabu’s head was tucked between his knees. Around him, the intermittent sound of a hiccup or a sniffle echoes around the bus, far too loud and far too close.

(Hinata Shouyou yells at Ushijima before Karasuno leaves, and the words run through his head until he can’t tell what came out of Hinata’s mouth and what is a broken parody of his own thoughts. From the concrete, Ushijima had said. How could he have climbed so far from the concrete?)

Hinata looks frustrated when he turns away, his expression unreadable as he runs off to grab towels, and Goshiki privately allows his smile to grow wider before letting it dissipate.

He may not be the one going to Nationals, but Goshiki hasn’t fallen behind yet.

“Please show me those razor-sharp straights of yours!” Hinata says, and Goshiki falters.

Hinata’s hands are clenched and he’s staring at him with something resembling awe as his arms swing in the air. Goshiki absently watches the way his jacket sleeves dip lower before meeting his eyes, and—that was a bad idea, he realizes a little too late, because Hinata Shouyou, the overenthusiastic ball boy, the one who had destroyed a mountain, never does things in halves.

His gaze is like the last golden streaks from the sunset invading the dark blue of the night, rich and demanding and ferocious. None of the animosity from the spiker in the sky is present in his expression as red blooms across his cheeks the longer he keeps talking, and it dawns on Goshiki that Hinata’s being honest.

The hard glare of the linoleum floor is easier to take in than Hinata’s admiration, but Goshiki can’t look away. He stays frozen in place, even as Hinata takes another step forward, leans into his personal space, and continues speaking like Goshiki’s capable of responding.

He’s not, really. With the close proximity, he’s forced to confront the shudder that had gone through his chest and it leaves his mouth twisted, stuck in a weak attempt at disinterest when he feels like he’s on fire. Hinata’s animated, excited, practically glowing as he jumps forward, and Goshiki can’t even begin to remember what he had originally wanted to do.

When he utters out an affirmation, Hinata bounds away and takes the spark with him. Goshiki stares after a human equivalent of an undying flame, unable to say anything against the sheer determination in all of Hinata’s actions. Unable to recognize when he had stopped seeing Hinata as 164 centimeters and started seeing him as a phoenix, flaring into life as soon as he steps onto the court.

Goshiki lets himself imagine the shine on a black-and-orange uniform, a daring smile under a never-ending roof and rows of spotlights; lets himself hear shoes squeaking against the floor as Hinata leaps into the air, his arm drawn back, his forehead scrunched into a concentrated frown as he narrows his eyes.

The dream dies when he sees Hinata just outside the court, stealing glances at the others. It dies when he realizes that the next match Hinata participates in won’t be against Shiratorizawa—it will never be against Shiratorizawa in the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.

Fleetingly, he wonders what it would be like to stand on the mountain with Hinata. To watch opponents crumble together, to stand on the same stage, at the same side and listen to his shouts. To his praise. To his shallow breaths as he draws back to join a synchronized team attack while running on little energy.

No one can replace his senpai, but he watches Hinata’s posture subtly change as he catches another ball and thinks of evolution, of phoenixes and rebirth and the impossibility of being left behind by someone he originally assessed to be leagues below him. He watches Hinata dump a volleyball into a cart and thinks he wouldn’t be the type of person who would be satisfied with just standing at the top: he’d mold the mountain to his own strengths, push off from the edge and go higher.

Something about the slight grin on Hinata’s mouth as he catches yet another ball feels like the fledgling steps of evolution. Something about the way he leaps, reaching towards the ceiling for a ball, his focus hinged on one point—it makes Goshiki’s mouth go dry.

It feels like he’s being left behind.

Stars are in Hinata’s eyes when he catches the ball, his voice carrying in the crowded gym. Goshiki aims a low smile at the blockers mostly so he doesn’t have to look him in the eye.

Hinata tells him it was a nice straight. Goshiki doesn’t tell him he’s beginning to look like the sun. That he shifted his position to try to evolve, too.

One day, Hinata asks him to practice with him.

I want to practice receiving straights, Hinata says. The blockers can’t catch ‘em and I wanna do it too. I know we already had extra practice, but please show me more!

Goshiki agrees, beyond reason. Shirabu tells him he’s being stupid and he shouldn’t give too much away to the enemy. Tendou brushes him off, saying it would be good for Tsutomu-kun to make some friends his own size! Ushijima leans over, adds Hinata Shouyou is at least 20 centimeters shorter than Goshiki, and the conversation escalates.

It’s beyond reason, but he’s closing the metal doors to the gym anyway.

“Goshiki,” Hinata cuts in after a few spikes, “how’d you get so good at your straights?”

“Practice,” Goshiki answers thoughtlessly, backtracking when Hinata doesn’t look away, “and years of working on how I positioned my body when I jumped up. It just developed over time, I guess!”

He’s too flustered for how early they are into practice.

“I see,” Hinata mutters. Admiration is clear in his tone, and Goshiki’s not sure what to do with that information. “If I just keep watching the ball…”

Hinata trails off into a tangent Goshiki has no hope of understanding, but his head snaps up with sudden intensity and he knows better than to look away.

“Let me toss to you some more!” Hinata jumps into his personal space yet again. “And some jump serves, maybe, or—or maybe a cross? It’s cool to see the shots that get past the blockers, though! Maybe we should do everything! What do you think?”

Hinata Shouyou feels like he’s simultaneously standing on top of the mountain and is the mountain at the same time, and Goshiki doesn’t know what to do with that information either.

“We can do everything,” he says, and gives in.

The tablet is too small in his hands as he watches Hinata Shouyou take to the skies against Tsubakihara Academy. It doesn’t clearly render the firm set of his mouth when he follows the ball, or the small hop he does to get moving, or the newfound fierce certainty in his eyes when he moves because he’s reaching past the skies at this point, lighting the atmosphere on fire with how fast he’s pulling himself up.

It’s only when the video is in front of his eyes that he even begins to register that he can’t be there too. Sure, the reality of not going to Nationals had been in the back of his mind, ever-present when Hinata had first shown up at the training camp and ebbing away with each passing day, but he’s not exactly sure what replaced it.

(He has a nagging sensation that the longing resting on the tip of his tongue isn’t solely reserved for the Nationals court, but the thought has stayed untouched.)

Hinata’s taking off in a court Goshiki had wanted to dominate so long ago, slamming spikes into the ground on a court he can’t be at, and he presses his fingernails into his palms. Not hard enough to damage his skin, but hard enough to recall hot tears streaking down his face and I’m counting on you echoing through the silent gym.

He wants to feel the warmth of the blinding lights on his skin again, but he also wants Hinata’s eyes on him from the other side of the net. More than anything, though, he wants to become the ace and evolve and stand on top of the mountain on his own two feet, then go past that and reach beyond the skies.

But he’s stuck in the common room, clasping the tablet just a little too tightly, and keenly feels the shackles on his feet when Karasuno scores the match point. I can’t follow, he thinks as Hinata shakes Kageyama’s shoulders with misplaced aggressiveness. I can’t follow, but—

(He may not be the one going to Nationals, but Goshiki is far from falling behind.)

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[swankitty]

Title: all my being
Ship/Character: Kiyoshi Teppei, Kiyoshi Teppei & Aida Riko
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Vague description of injury, hospital mention
Word Count: 480
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

it's been a while since i've watched or read knb, sorry for any inaccuracies!
also posted on tumblr
***

The whispers follow him out the gymnasium and into the hospital. The paramedics accompanying him in the ambulance ask questions about his pain level and about his day as they try to stabilize his knee and all he can hear is the great gust of the ground falling out beneath his feet.

The next time he blinks, he’s sitting in a hospital bed, knee wrapped in tight bandages and elevated above the mattress. There’s a doctor writing something in a clipboard who smiles encouragingly when he sees that Kiyoshi is awake.

“Young man,” the doctor begins, “you play basketball, right?”

Something like despair worms its way into his heart; Kiyoshi can already guess where this conversation is going. “I won’t stop playing,” he says more calmly than he feels. “No matter what.”

It’s either surgery with a stupidly long rehabilitation time—one that would crush any chance of playing basketball in high school, with Seirin—or a lesser recovery plan that would let him back on the court in under than a year but potentially cripple him for life.

Kiyoshi already knows what his choice will be.


“A basketball team?” Riko asks, eyes wide. “You’re kidding, right?”

Kiyoshi tilts his head. “Why do you think that?”

Riko does her best impression of a fish. “You have the minimum number for a club and you think that you’ll be able to pull a team together? If you aren’t aiming for the top, I want no part in it. Don’t waste my time.”

It’s a valid reason, and Riko is too clever to sign her name next to a team that won’t appreciate her talents. Kiyoshi’s team is rough around the edges, and some need a little more prodding than others, but the most important thing is that they all want to play. They may not be championship material yet, but the fun of it is etched in their very bones.

But just this isn’t enough to sway Riko. “What can I say to convince you?” Kiyoshi asks instead.

Riko scoffs. “I’ve heard of you, Kiyoshi Teppei. A talented player—they called you one of the uncrowned kings, and yet you’re here, at some no-name school that doesn’t even have a basketball team. How much do you even like basketball?”

“I love it.” The words tumble out of his mouth with little thought. A rush of joy flushes through his body when he remembers the weight of the ball in the palm of his hand. The wind in his hair as he jumps for a throw. The thrill of a team moving together like a well-oiled machine. Of victory and of loss.

Evidently, this is not the answer Riko had been expecting. She stares, as if trying to gauge the sincerity of his words. “…Love?”

“Love,” Kiyoshi agrees. Because there’s no other way to describe it, this feeling he has. “With all my being.”

FILL: Team Setter Squad, G

[lilija_yuuzel]

Title: on the kitchen floor
Ship/Character: Iwaizumi/Daichi
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: toothrotting fluff, established relationship, banter(??)
Word Count: 556 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet

they're just hanging out on the kitchen floor, as you do

***

“Daichi, you love me, don't you?”

“Where are you going with this?” Hajime's boyfriend replied.

Daichi and Hajime were lying on the kitchen floor, as far apart as possible in their tiny kitchen. The window above the small table was wide open, more hot air drifting inside. It was one of those days where neither opening nor closing the window brought any relief, everyone just needed to accept their suffering through the heat.

Hajime tried to put on the grin he knew made Daichi weak, which was a bit difficult with his cheek squished to the tiles.
“I could really do with an ice pop, or a cold beer.”

“What a coincidence, I could, too,” Daichi said, his eyebrow still slightly raised. “But it appears we have neither in our fridge.”

Just as expected, Daichi was not budging. Hajime had to move on to the next part of his plan. “You didn't answer my question.”

The other man rolled his eyes. “Yes, I do love you. I didn't accept you paying ridiculous amounts of money for a piece of jewelry, just for fun.”

Oh no, Daichi pulled the engagement card. This was proving to be more difficult than Hajime had thought. It was cruel of Daichi to mention it, when he knew exactly the way Hajime's knees got wobbly when his ring glinted in the sun.

Luckily, Hajime was lying down, his knees would not become a problem. “Good, so you won't mind going to the grocery store to buy ice pops and beer.”

Even though it was unbearably hot, and any human contact worsened the situation, Daichi inched closer to him.
“I don't see what's in it for me,” Daichi said, clearly considering it.

Quickly, Hajime leaned forward and pecked Daichi on the lips. It did not feel as amazing as when they were not both melting on the kitchen floor, but still pretty damn good.

Daichi smirked. He rarely did that, most of his smiles were bright and genuine.

“So, Hajime, you love me, isn't that right? Clearly, you won't mind keeping me company.”

Maybe the heat would be more bearable with a fresh breeze. Maybe a walk didn't seem that bad.

“I sure do love you, I payed good money to keep you here, after all.”

Their hands were sweaty, but Hajime just couldn't help but reach out to Daichi's left ring finger. He gently held it in his hand, feeling the cold metal press against him.
Hajime knew that the ring played no part in Daichi staying by his side, he had just wanted to show his devotion and appreciation for Daichi to the rest of the world. So people would see Daichi's hand and know that he was taken and loved.

Daichi pecked Hajime's cheek. It felt a bit sticky and made a weird sound.

They didn't need to talk about it anymore, they probably hadn't needed to from the beginning. Both knew from the start that it would end this way.

And so they both went to the grocery store, neither of them being able to deny the other one a wish. Hajime and Daichi fit together so well, they rarely actually argued. Still, they needed to banter a bit, needed to not make it too easy for each other. As a treat.

Re: FILL: Team Setter Squad, G

[augustgreatsword]

IM CRYING ITS FUCKING IWADAI AND *ENGAGED* AND I FUCKING CANT AHHH

PROMPT: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[joshllyman]

Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi&/anyone, Bokuto Koutarou&/anyone, Sugawara Koushi&/anyone, Miyuki Kazuya&/anyone, Takigawa Chris Yuu&/anyone, polyam ships welcome, any
Fandom: Haikyuu, Daiya no A, any
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: from Chicago by Sufjan Stevens
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt: all things grow

PROMPT: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[joshllyman]

Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi&/anyone, Bokuto Koutarou&/anyone, Sugawara Koushi&/anyone, Miyuki Kazuya&/anyone, Takigawa Chris Yuu&/anyone, polyam ships welcome, any
Fandom: Haikyuu, Daiya no A, any
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: you know the song, do i really need to link it
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt: take on me

PROMPT: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[joshllyman]

Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi&/anyone, Bokuto Koutarou&/anyone, Sugawara Koushi&/anyone, Miyuki Kazuya&/anyone, Takigawa Chris Yuu&/anyone, polyam ships welcome, any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no A, any
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: soft fluff while they watch?, gbbo au?????, surprise me
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt: Great British Bakeoff

PROMPT: Team 29 Balls to the Face

[joshllyman]

Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi&/anyone, Bokuto Koutarou&/anyone, Sugawara Koushi&/anyone, Miyuki Kazuya&/anyone, Takigawa Chris Yuu&/anyone, polyam ships welcome, any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Daiya no A, any
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: what promise are they making??????, soft??? angst????
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt: cross my heart