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[ slides in w au planning thoughts... i have a starter prepped but it's not directly a his dark materials au, that is, it's the daiya setting with the obvious addition of daemons. is that okay with you or should i hdm au instead? ]
Re: it's predictable to ask for chris but i don't even care...
[No, no, go with daemons in daiya, that's fine. I kind of dig that even more because it means not having to sweat a fussy setting. Besides, who doesn't want daemons in sports? I AM EXCITE. And I apologize in advance for whatever havoc Chris wreaks on Miyuki's poor heart.]
lmk if during winter vacation doesn't work for you!!
Hitoshi, stop looking so excited I'm gonna suffer! [ kazuya's voice can be heard before he himself is seen, as he rounds out of the locker room down the hall to where his pt session technically starts in forty-five minutes. (rei had dropped him off on her way to some - meeting. next time he's just taking the train.) his head's turned down toward the coyote at his knee, whose ears are certainly high enough that he looks pleased his other half is about to groan his way through another session of preventing a compensation injury.
whatever his companion is about to say gets cut off when boy and daemon realize they're not alone in the hallway, and kazuya straightens up as much as his side will allow, surprise opening his expression. he fingers at the pocket of his hoodie, to give his hands something to do. ] Chris! I didn't - know you were here today.
ah, perfect! assuming this is the first time this has happened, lmk if i need to change
[It's not Chris personally who notices that there's someone else approaching. He's fussing with his phone, answering his father's messages because Animal couldn't make it today. His father's borderline obsession with his rehab hasn't eased up just because Chris's sessions have been getting more successful, and he wants to know every detail both before and after. It's almost as much of a chore as the sessions themselves, so it's a welcome distraction when a thick tail whaps against Chris's left arm.]
Company.
[The jaguar's broad nose twitches a little and Chris looks up from where he's leaning just in time to hear Miyuki's voice and see him round the corner. He smiles immediately--Miyuki looks like he got caught at something and that's always a good look on him, in Chris's opinion. He just nods at the comment about his presence at the clinic.]
We had to reschedule this week. I didn't know you were going to be here today either. [A beat, a glance exchanged between Chris and Yoko.]
(( Summer Prompt 2: taking a dip! aka kuroko gets invited to a """"""""group outing"""""""" and ends up with... well ))
[ Kuroko may have been someone who looked forward to Seirin's training camp excursions more than most on his team, but that didn't mean he was any less excited at the idea of going to the beach for a day of fun and relaxation instead. The rest of the week had been depressingly muggy and humid, but the day of the beach trip the skies are clear and the sun is shining brightly, and Kuroko is in a good mood all morning as he finishes packing his beach bag, says goodbye to Nigou, and heads out to catch the train.
The beach is just starting to fill up with a decent crowd by the time he arrives, but he knows it wouldn't be difficult to spot his friends (it was a bit of an understatement to say that they tended to stand out). Which is why, after a good ten minutes of scanning the area, he wonders where they could be. He checks his phone for the last message he'd received about the outing -- it's the right place and the right date, so it's probably just that he's early. He figures the onus is on the first-to-arrive to pick a good spot for them, so he chooses a reasonably secluded patch of sand, lays out his beach towel, and decides to pass the time by making an attempt to blow up the large inflatable beach ball he'd packed with him. ]
I'M SO SORRY i hope you still want to play but if not i understand
[It's not that Kise deliberately lied to Kurokocchi. It's just that there may have been some minor and intentional miscommunications that occurred, leading to dates getting confused and Kurokocchi being at the beach a day early for the excursion with his team. It could be much worse than that, though; he could end up alone, but that won't be the case today.
Kise's been perched at a beachfront bar sipping pineapple juice and doing his best to look casual while scanning the beach for a familiar head of fluffy blue hair. After all, Kurokocchi would be easy to miss! Luckily, however, he does spot him and all pretense of casualness is abandoned in favor of grabbing his own beach bag and trotting across the sand.]
[No man is an island, but some of them should be put in crates with a food supply and shipped to them and some of them, Harada has just discovered, are more than capable of making islands out of themselves one way or another. These two categories are not mutually exclusive and right now, Harada can think of at least one candidate for both.
It's probably at least somewhat his own fault for assuming something as simple as laundry could wait until the end of the weekend when he knows full well that Mei will also put his off until the last minute if he can, but he never expected to walk up to the laundry room and see a puddle coming out from under the door. Naturally, when he opens the door, there's a sudsy lake on the other side and, perched on top of one of the front loaders like he's meant to be there, is Inashiro's ace.
Only Narumiya Mei could create an actual island of himself without leaving dry land.
Harada's not dealing with this. He sighs, gives Mei a long, withering look complete with a twitch in the corner of his eye, and turns to leave without even setting his basket down.]
[ look mei didn't do this on purpose. let's make that very clear! it's not that he doesn't know how to do his own laundry.
...it's totally that he doesn't know how to do his own laundry.
there are a few tasks in his life that have always fallen to other people. cooking, cleaning, these are all things that as the cute and precious youngest child, mei never really had to do. he's always been spoiled, and his time away at inajitsu hadn't changed that much. mei tends to be the "wait until masa-san's doing laundry and sneak in your clothes when he's not looking" type most days, but he'd decided he was tired of waiting and lo and behold, had poured in entirely too much detergent and found himself up on the machine to get out of the half-inch deep puddle. mei'd been sitting there, kicking his feet and considering exactly what to do--he can't just call masa-san and admit it, or carlos, or shirakawa, everyone will laugh at him--but it's as he's considering this that the door opens. ]
Masa-sa-- [ the look shuts him up for a brief second, but then he turns around, and mei whines. ] Masa-saaaaaaaaan! Hey! Don't leave!!
[Harada's certain it wasn't on purpose but that doesn't make it any less of a nightmare. Inashiro only has one laundry room for the dorm, after all, and Mei's managed to not only flood it but also more than likely to disable at least one of the washers. It's going to be a long couple of days until it's all cleaned up and repaired and in his heart Harada knows he can't wait that long, but he'd like to wait at least another hour or so until the vein in his forehead stops throbbing.
That is not going to happen, however, as he stops where he's standing, back on to Mei when he calls out. He shifts the basket on his hip but doesn't turn around again.]
"IT ALWAYS COMES DOWN TO DOUBLES. you could have the best skater in the world and odds are you won't win every single competition. "you have to have good doubles."
i wasn't sure how to fit the polar bears in but it's so cute :c
[Satoru likes being the center of attention but he likes getting there for his own merits. His own best scores, his own medals, his own breathtaking footwork and speed on the idea.
He doesn't like it when it's part of a publicity stunt, and that's how this feels. Not any publicity stunt, either, but one where he has to share the spotlight with a person he's only come to know as competition.
Team Japan wants to do something new and exciting to shake up the world of figure skating and to try to make the sport more appealing to both genders, since it's still perceived as a feminine sport despite the huge gains made in the public's affection by skaters like Hanyu. The way they've decided to do this, as Satoru was informed earlier this week in a sit down meeting with his training team, his grandfather, and his manager, is by sending the first ever men's pair into doubles competition.
They want it to be Satoru and Sawamura Eijun, the loud, aggressive, irritating wrecking ball who is consistently at Satoru's back or worse, in front of him. He's ready to turn it down and leave the table when his grandfather lays a hand on his wrist. Furuya Eiji is the only person who could change Satoru's mind on something like this and they both know it.
He cannot, however, make his grandson like it or look forward to it. Satoru's not normally an early riser but he's determined to be at the rink before Sawamura for their first practice together so he's there as soon as he can make it. Deep blue warm up pants and a compression shirt and a pair of knit gloves, his favorite outfit to make sure he's as comfortable as he can be, all things given. The only person he's expecting is Sawamura, so he has his mp3 player on when he takes to the ice, music low enough that he can hear the air moving over his ears but not so low he can't lose himself in an old routine. "From a North Country," a routine of sweeping turns and big lines from when he was an amateur, still getting started on the rinks of Tomakomai.]
ITS OK i literally just put them in bc they were cute
[ you wouldn't expect someone like sawamura eijun to be a figure skater.
someone told eijun that once and he mostly ignored it, because he couldn't see why. he's graceful (on the ice). he's flexible (that's the truth). he's got a good sense of rhythm (on the ice). one day as a kid, he'd watched someone ice skating, pointed his finger and said "i'm going to be the best at that", and here he is in his early twenties, skating his way to a few titles and championships and making a name for himself. sawamura eijun, human PR nightmare, who has been at furuya satoru's heels since they came into the same competition circuit.
furuya. furuya is eijun's rival, that much is for sure. their skating styles match up less than their personalities, and eijun's sworn to beat him as often as possible, but it's not like he hates the guy or anything. he just wants to knock him off the rankings as the number one skater in japan, and by doing that he'll do just about anything.
becoming his teammate was not on that list of "anything". eijun was properly horrified when it was suggested as well, and it took a stern talking to from chris to keep him from storming out of the room at the thought. eijun's never done partner skating before, and he has no reason to want to, but if chris thought it was for the best, he'd do it. reluctantly. grumpily.
his plan is also to get to practice first, so eijun bursts in through the door ten minutes into what must be furuya's warmup routine, all bright energy in his team japan warmups and carrying his skates in his hand. eijun freezes and stares at furuya already out on the ice
(and furuya is really, really talented, and eijun knows that, but it just makes him want to compete against him even harder)
and then yelps and jerks down to put on his skates. he's been lacing them up for so long that the process goes by in seconds, and eijun flings off his jacket and practically stampedes onto the ice. ] HEY!! Don't think just because you got here first that you get to start without me, Furuya--!!!
[ even though that was...exactly eijun's plan also ]
for starters!! he stayed up so late last night trying to study for a test in one of his classes that he ended up passing out on top of his textbooks without remembering to set his alarm. and that meant that by the time the alarm on daichi's phone woke him up, he had just enough time to hurriedly throw on his clothes, grab his stuff, and bolt out the door. naturally, it's pouring outside, and naturally, being late means that he forgot to grab his umbrella, so! by the time he arrives to campus, he's soaking wet and fifteen minutes late for his first lecture. and that test that he'd worked so hard to prepare for? his professor went ahead and decided to push it off until their next class meeting -- which would have been great news, except he promptly got hit by a pop quiz in his next class of the day. (the class that he'd neglected to prepare for properly last night so that he'd have a little extra time to study.) and! just for icing on the cake, when he stops by one of the stores on campus to grab an umbrella to make his trip home a little less miserable...
... suga realizes that he'd forgotten his wallet at home that morning, because of course he did.
so, when he finally makes it back to their apartment, suga toes his shoes off at the front door, drops all of his stuff in a messy heap right at the doorway, and makes a beeline for their bedroom. fortunately, daichi is home -- and right in the middle of studying for something Very Important, if all the books and notes spread out on his bed are any indication, but... suga shambles right on over to him regardless, promptly flopping directly on top of him in a soaking wet heap of misery. ]
[ Daichi's never sure what to do on the rare occasions Suga sleeps late. For himself, he's never had trouble getting up in the morning but that's partly because he always goes to bed fairly early. Suga sometimes teases him about, his inability to let his (metaphorical) hair down even now, but it hasn't steered him wrong yet. He's also pretty fortunate this semester that his classes don't start until somewhat later in the morning, and he's still not completely sure why Suga opted for earlier sessions, but it means this isn't the first time he's heard his own alarm go off and something that sounds vaguely like a cursing stampede happens in the front room. Suga fell asleep out front... he's going to regret that later.
Daichi fires off a couple of hopefully comforting texts during the day but not hearing back means Suga's day has likely been even worse than anticipated so he lets him have some space, holing up in the bedroom with the notes for his marketing class when he gets home. (It's not until he gets home that he notices the second umbrella by the door. Uh oh.)
The stampede turns into an avalanche when Suga gets in and while he's halfway through a page of notes, Daichi still looks up. It gives him just enough time to react. Oh... Suga's soaked, pale, and looks just about half dead. That means when Suga collapses, he's met with open arms.
If it were up to Daichi it would've been open arms and a towel, but you do what you can, even if for now it's just strong hands rubbing circles on Suga's back.]
[ even if he'd be hard-pressed to deny the fact that it already feels a little better with daichi's strong arms wrapped around him, hands rubbing soothing circles into his back. suga's not normally one to complain, but... if he does? it's definitely to daichi. daichi, who always seems to be able to handle it and make it better with ease, who knows when to chime in and when to just listen, and... best of all, who'd never think any less of suga for the occasional slip or rotten day.
and besides, there's no better charm for warding off a bad day than this, nestling up to daichi in the hopes of a little TLC. ]
I'm pretty sure I must be cursed. [ with a huff, tucking his head up under daichi's chin. ] Do you remember how you're supposed to get rid of those?
[Kenta cannot imagine a world where he would want to do anything but give the absolute best to Haruichi Kominato. Or where anyone would, really, but it's extremely important to him personally.
It's part of why he's still consistently touched with just a little feeling of delight and surprise every day when he comes home. He's not surprised that Haruichi's there (except on days when he is--one of the challenges of living with a professional athlete is how much time they spend away from home, but Haruichi's been known to catch early flights seemingly just for the chance to surprise Kenta) but rather that somehow, their life is still exactly the way he left it when he went to work that morning.
He was worried at first that he'd never be able to give Haruichi something like this, the best kind of life as they both saw it. When Haruichi entered the draft and got picked up by the Hawks, there was never a question of whether they'd move together, only a question of how it'd look when they got there. Kenta worried it would be a life of dodging photographers or of Haruichi, at least, having to answer horrible questions. Instead, they ended up with the opposite, thanks in no small part to Kenta's intent search for a place that just felt right. A quiet house on a quiet street in Jonan-ku with privacy to spare and a parking space out front.
A parking space Kenta really only needs about two thirds of, but he's still grateful it lets him have his car, even when Haruichi teases him about it. He unfolds himself out of the car now, stretching as he bumps the door closed with his hip, and starts toward the house. It's only when he's nearly up the steps that he notices the item sitting outside.
He's halfway through the note before he thinks to move out of line of sight from the windows on either side of the door. It's probably already too late, but he's got to do what he can. He can't cook and there's no way Haruichi would let him off with ordering takeout if he lost. Carefully, Kenta drops down and opens the door, then shoves his briefcase in while he stays behind the door. If Haruichi's waiting on a sound, that's all he's going to get for now, though Kenta wouldn't be surprised if he could hear his heartbeat, too. It's pretty loud in his own ears. Haruichi calling him his husband hasn't stopped having that effect yet, and he hopes it never does.]
[ married life with kenta is not what haruichi would ever call boring. because it's not. sure, it's not the wild life that a few of his teammates have, cashing in on their popularity to hook up with girls, but it's exactly the kind of life that haruichi kominato has wanted. he's always been a sentimental kind of person, who treasures people in his life with everything he has, who envisioned himself easily in a situation like this when he was younger, a house with a white picket fence and kissing a still sleeping kenta before he tiptoes out of the door to catch a very, very early morning flight.
sure, it's not what he pictured when he first met maezono kenta, either, but life has a way of surprising you sometimes.
the life that they live is picture perfect: in all actuality from playing baseball to getting to curl up in bed with kenta bone tired and happy when he's been playing his hardest, there's not a thing he'd change.. it's rare that he gets to be home for long stretches of time, but with a brief break between season end and tournament time, haruichi's got a day off, and he's already done his prerequisite bat-swinging and other practices (because no day off is really a day off) before he starts considering what to make for dinner. and that's when this idea comes up.
haruichi is, after all, a kominato. marriage or not, kominatos are a mischievous breed, every one of them, and it's not like his playful side's ever really been that hidden. it shakes up the quiet just a little, and he knows, because he's haruichi, that starting the letter like that might have bought him a second or two of time. so sure enough, as zono ducks down, a nerf dart whizzes over where his face might have been just five seconds later, dropping into the grass a few feet away harmlessly.
if he looks up in time, he might catch a flash of pink hair before haruichi's grinning to himself and disappearing around the front hallway door, armed with his almost full clip of nerf darts, listening for the door opening. like he's going to fall for that! who do you think he is, eijun?
even so, he exaggerates his voice a little, unable to keep the smile off his face as he calls into the hallway. ] I guess my husband's home from work.
[ yeah, as if he's going to step around the piece of the wall that juts out near the genkan first. if kominatos are also all very mischievous, they're even more competitive, and he so doesn't want to cook tonight.
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(frozen comment) au ideas and preferences
» college, especially non-teammates or crosscanon
» tyl
» sports playing other sports
» daemon or spirit animal (shape shifting a-ok)
for any tbh
easy mode 4 u
perf
he wanted to challenge someone and it kind of... escalated.
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[ quickly throwing that in because he knows daichi worries about his teammates a lot ]
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Why're you at the hospital if it's not serious?
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You're not hurt, are you?
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it's predictable to ask for chris but i don't even care...
Re: it's predictable to ask for chris but i don't even care...
lmk if during winter vacation doesn't work for you!!
whatever his companion is about to say gets cut off when boy and daemon realize they're not alone in the hallway, and kazuya straightens up as much as his side will allow, surprise opening his expression. he fingers at the pocket of his hoodie, to give his hands something to do. ] Chris! I didn't - know you were here today.
ah, perfect! assuming this is the first time this has happened, lmk if i need to change
Company.
[The jaguar's broad nose twitches a little and Chris looks up from where he's leaning just in time to hear Miyuki's voice and see him round the corner. He smiles immediately--Miyuki looks like he got caught at something and that's always a good look on him, in Chris's opinion. He just nods at the comment about his presence at the clinic.]
We had to reschedule this week. I didn't know you were going to be here today either. [A beat, a glance exchanged between Chris and Yoko.]
Why are you here today?
we're good!
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the yellow madoka
[ Kuroko may have been someone who looked forward to Seirin's training camp excursions more than most on his team, but that didn't mean he was any less excited at the idea of going to the beach for a day of fun and relaxation instead. The rest of the week had been depressingly muggy and humid, but the day of the beach trip the skies are clear and the sun is shining brightly, and Kuroko is in a good mood all morning as he finishes packing his beach bag, says goodbye to Nigou, and heads out to catch the train.
The beach is just starting to fill up with a decent crowd by the time he arrives, but he knows it wouldn't be difficult to spot his friends (it was a bit of an understatement to say that they tended to stand out). Which is why, after a good ten minutes of scanning the area, he wonders where they could be. He checks his phone for the last message he'd received about the outing -- it's the right place and the right date, so it's probably just that he's early. He figures the onus is on the first-to-arrive to pick a good spot for them, so he chooses a reasonably secluded patch of sand, lays out his beach towel, and decides to pass the time by making an attempt to blow up the large inflatable beach ball he'd packed with him. ]
I'M SO SORRY i hope you still want to play but if not i understand
Kise's been perched at a beachfront bar sipping pineapple juice and doing his best to look casual while scanning the beach for a familiar head of fluffy blue hair. After all, Kurokocchi would be easy to miss! Luckily, however, he does spot him and all pretense of casualness is abandoned in favor of grabbing his own beach bag and trotting across the sand.]
Hey! Kurokocchiiiii!
ma-sa-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
“i accidentally flooded the laundry room and you really needed to do laundry”.
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It's probably at least somewhat his own fault for assuming something as simple as laundry could wait until the end of the weekend when he knows full well that Mei will also put his off until the last minute if he can, but he never expected to walk up to the laundry room and see a puddle coming out from under the door. Naturally, when he opens the door, there's a sudsy lake on the other side and, perched on top of one of the front loaders like he's meant to be there, is Inashiro's ace.
Only Narumiya Mei could create an actual island of himself without leaving dry land.
Harada's not dealing with this. He sighs, gives Mei a long, withering look complete with a twitch in the corner of his eye, and turns to leave without even setting his basket down.]
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...it's totally that he doesn't know how to do his own laundry.
there are a few tasks in his life that have always fallen to other people. cooking, cleaning, these are all things that as the cute and precious youngest child, mei never really had to do. he's always been spoiled, and his time away at inajitsu hadn't changed that much. mei tends to be the "wait until masa-san's doing laundry and sneak in your clothes when he's not looking" type most days, but he'd decided he was tired of waiting and lo and behold, had poured in entirely too much detergent and found himself up on the machine to get out of the half-inch deep puddle. mei'd been sitting there, kicking his feet and considering exactly what to do--he can't just call masa-san and admit it, or carlos, or shirakawa, everyone will laugh at him--but it's as he's considering this that the door opens. ]
Masa-sa-- [ the look shuts him up for a brief second, but then he turns around, and mei whines. ] Masa-saaaaaaaaan! Hey! Don't leave!!
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That is not going to happen, however, as he stops where he's standing, back on to Mei when he calls out. He shifts the basket on his hip but doesn't turn around again.]
Why not?
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the last tag i did on this post was the 69th and im disappointed in myself for not making a joke
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i hope these can be a little pick me up
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"IT ALWAYS COMES DOWN TO DOUBLES.
you could have the best skater in the world
and odds are you won't win every single competition.
"you have to have good doubles."
i wasn't sure how to fit the polar bears in but it's so cute :c
He doesn't like it when it's part of a publicity stunt, and that's how this feels. Not any publicity stunt, either, but one where he has to share the spotlight with a person he's only come to know as competition.
Team Japan wants to do something new and exciting to shake up the world of figure skating and to try to make the sport more appealing to both genders, since it's still perceived as a feminine sport despite the huge gains made in the public's affection by skaters like Hanyu. The way they've decided to do this, as Satoru was informed earlier this week in a sit down meeting with his training team, his grandfather, and his manager, is by sending the first ever men's pair into doubles competition.
They want it to be Satoru and Sawamura Eijun, the loud, aggressive, irritating wrecking ball who is consistently at Satoru's back or worse, in front of him. He's ready to turn it down and leave the table when his grandfather lays a hand on his wrist. Furuya Eiji is the only person who could change Satoru's mind on something like this and they both know it.
He cannot, however, make his grandson like it or look forward to it. Satoru's not normally an early riser but he's determined to be at the rink before Sawamura for their first practice together so he's there as soon as he can make it. Deep blue warm up pants and a compression shirt and a pair of knit gloves, his favorite outfit to make sure he's as comfortable as he can be, all things given. The only person he's expecting is Sawamura, so he has his mp3 player on when he takes to the ice, music low enough that he can hear the air moving over his ears but not so low he can't lose himself in an old routine. "From a North Country," a routine of sweeping turns and big lines from when he was an amateur, still getting started on the rinks of Tomakomai.]
ITS OK i literally just put them in bc they were cute
someone told eijun that once and he mostly ignored it, because he couldn't see why. he's graceful (on the ice). he's flexible (that's the truth). he's got a good sense of rhythm (on the ice). one day as a kid, he'd watched someone ice skating, pointed his finger and said "i'm going to be the best at that", and here he is in his early twenties, skating his way to a few titles and championships and making a name for himself. sawamura eijun, human PR nightmare, who has been at furuya satoru's heels since they came into the same competition circuit.
furuya. furuya is eijun's rival, that much is for sure. their skating styles match up less than their personalities, and eijun's sworn to beat him as often as possible, but it's not like he hates the guy or anything. he just wants to knock him off the rankings as the number one skater in japan, and by doing that he'll do just about anything.
becoming his teammate was not on that list of "anything". eijun was properly horrified when it was suggested as well, and it took a stern talking to from chris to keep him from storming out of the room at the thought. eijun's never done partner skating before, and he has no reason to want to, but if chris thought it was for the best, he'd do it. reluctantly. grumpily.
his plan is also to get to practice first, so eijun bursts in through the door ten minutes into what must be furuya's warmup routine, all bright energy in his team japan warmups and carrying his skates in his hand. eijun freezes and stares at furuya already out on the ice
(and furuya is really, really talented, and eijun knows that, but it just makes him want to compete against him even harder)
and then yelps and jerks down to put on his skates. he's been lacing them up for so long that the process goes by in seconds, and eijun flings off his jacket and practically stampedes onto the ice. ] HEY!! Don't think just because you got here first that you get to start without me, Furuya--!!!
[ even though that was...exactly eijun's plan also ]
we'll fit them in eventually
yes... kill furuya w/ cute bears + dog
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i chickened out on your nsfw post FORGIVE ME PORTO
for starters!! he stayed up so late last night trying to study for a test in one of his classes that he ended up passing out on top of his textbooks without remembering to set his alarm. and that meant that by the time the alarm on daichi's phone woke him up, he had just enough time to hurriedly throw on his clothes, grab his stuff, and bolt out the door. naturally, it's pouring outside, and naturally, being late means that he forgot to grab his umbrella, so! by the time he arrives to campus, he's soaking wet and fifteen minutes late for his first lecture. and that test that he'd worked so hard to prepare for? his professor went ahead and decided to push it off until their next class meeting -- which would have been great news, except he promptly got hit by a pop quiz in his next class of the day. (the class that he'd neglected to prepare for properly last night so that he'd have a little extra time to study.) and! just for icing on the cake, when he stops by one of the stores on campus to grab an umbrella to make his trip home a little less miserable...
... suga realizes that he'd forgotten his wallet at home that morning, because of course he did.
so, when he finally makes it back to their apartment, suga toes his shoes off at the front door, drops all of his stuff in a messy heap right at the doorway, and makes a beeline for their bedroom. fortunately, daichi is home -- and right in the middle of studying for something Very Important, if all the books and notes spread out on his bed are any indication, but... suga shambles right on over to him regardless, promptly flopping directly on top of him in a soaking wet heap of misery. ]
Ugh.
it ok, we'll get there
Daichi fires off a couple of hopefully comforting texts during the day but not hearing back means Suga's day has likely been even worse than anticipated so he lets him have some space, holing up in the bedroom with the notes for his marketing class when he gets home. (It's not until he gets home that he notices the second umbrella by the door. Uh oh.)
The stampede turns into an avalanche when Suga gets in and while he's halfway through a page of notes, Daichi still looks up. It gives him just enough time to react. Oh... Suga's soaked, pale, and looks just about half dead. That means when Suga collapses, he's met with open arms.
If it were up to Daichi it would've been open arms and a towel, but you do what you can, even if for now it's just strong hands rubbing circles on Suga's back.]
That bad, huh?
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[ even if he'd be hard-pressed to deny the fact that it already feels a little better with daichi's strong arms wrapped around him, hands rubbing soothing circles into his back. suga's not normally one to complain, but... if he does? it's definitely to daichi. daichi, who always seems to be able to handle it and make it better with ease, who knows when to chime in and when to just listen, and... best of all, who'd never think any less of suga for the occasional slip or rotten day.
and besides, there's no better charm for warding off a bad day than this, nestling up to daichi in the hopes of a little TLC. ]
I'm pretty sure I must be cursed. [ with a huff, tucking his head up under daichi's chin. ] Do you remember how you're supposed to get rid of those?
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zono san :3c
( ""i won't just buy you a rose; i will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely." )
this is so cute gdi
It's part of why he's still consistently touched with just a little feeling of delight and surprise every day when he comes home. He's not surprised that Haruichi's there (except on days when he is--one of the challenges of living with a professional athlete is how much time they spend away from home, but Haruichi's been known to catch early flights seemingly just for the chance to surprise Kenta) but rather that somehow, their life is still exactly the way he left it when he went to work that morning.
He was worried at first that he'd never be able to give Haruichi something like this, the best kind of life as they both saw it. When Haruichi entered the draft and got picked up by the Hawks, there was never a question of whether they'd move together, only a question of how it'd look when they got there. Kenta worried it would be a life of dodging photographers or of Haruichi, at least, having to answer horrible questions. Instead, they ended up with the opposite, thanks in no small part to Kenta's intent search for a place that just felt right. A quiet house on a quiet street in Jonan-ku with privacy to spare and a parking space out front.
A parking space Kenta really only needs about two thirds of, but he's still grateful it lets him have his car, even when Haruichi teases him about it. He unfolds himself out of the car now, stretching as he bumps the door closed with his hip, and starts toward the house. It's only when he's nearly up the steps that he notices the item sitting outside.
He's halfway through the note before he thinks to move out of line of sight from the windows on either side of the door. It's probably already too late, but he's got to do what he can. He can't cook and there's no way Haruichi would let him off with ordering takeout if he lost. Carefully, Kenta drops down and opens the door, then shoves his briefcase in while he stays behind the door. If Haruichi's waiting on a sound, that's all he's going to get for now, though Kenta wouldn't be surprised if he could hear his heartbeat, too. It's pretty loud in his own ears. Haruichi calling him his husband hasn't stopped having that effect yet, and he hopes it never does.]
always happy to provide :3c
sure, it's not what he pictured when he first met maezono kenta, either, but life has a way of surprising you sometimes.
the life that they live is picture perfect: in all actuality from playing baseball to getting to curl up in bed with kenta bone tired and happy when he's been playing his hardest, there's not a thing he'd change.. it's rare that he gets to be home for long stretches of time, but with a brief break between season end and tournament time, haruichi's got a day off, and he's already done his prerequisite bat-swinging and other practices (because no day off is really a day off) before he starts considering what to make for dinner. and that's when this idea comes up.
haruichi is, after all, a kominato. marriage or not, kominatos are a mischievous breed, every one of them, and it's not like his playful side's ever really been that hidden. it shakes up the quiet just a little, and he knows, because he's haruichi, that starting the letter like that might have bought him a second or two of time. so sure enough, as zono ducks down, a nerf dart whizzes over where his face might have been just five seconds later, dropping into the grass a few feet away harmlessly.
if he looks up in time, he might catch a flash of pink hair before haruichi's grinning to himself and disappearing around the front hallway door, armed with his almost full clip of nerf darts, listening for the door opening. like he's going to fall for that! who do you think he is, eijun?
even so, he exaggerates his voice a little, unable to keep the smile off his face as he calls into the hallway. ] I guess my husband's home from work.
[ yeah, as if he's going to step around the piece of the wall that juts out near the genkan first. if kominatos are also all very mischievous, they're even more competitive, and he so doesn't want to cook tonight.
honey, welcome home! ]
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i got tired of having no icons
what a cute
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damn i'm defeated <3
\o/
tag bombs to take back victory
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i never got a notif for this tag ;A;
no worries <3
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i heard you had a really bad day so :c