It’s the seventh book in a row this man
has just returned past its due (way past—like, the more recent one is seven
months late). Kei stares at the due date written on the back of the book, at
the log on the computer, and then at the man. Who is leaning casually against
the counter with a grin on his face, as if he’s not adding more work for Kei
right at the last second before the library is closed.
“Have trouble keeping track of time, don’t
you,” Kei says as he scans the book and puts it aside, typing into the program
because the book is, apparently, fifteen months late. Jesus.
It’s not the first time Kei interacts
with this man, though usually he’s the one who starts it. Be it about the
weather (the weather) to Kei’s
sweater brand, this man is a champion in making Kei feel bad enough for the
lame attempt that he’s forced to reply. Kuroo Tetsurou, his computer says the
man’s name is. Not that he cares.
Kuroo Tetsurou’s grin gets wider at
this. “Yeah, especially when something’s catching my attention more.”
this is my fill for #29: “Why did you have this in your closet?”
ft Ushijima and Tendou! I actually really, really loved writing this, even though it’s fairly short. this was my first time writing either of them, so I’m not entirely sure I captured them well, but I hope you enjoy!! 🙂 [ sorry it’s not super “shippy” but this was what came to mind :> ]
Wakatoshi looked up from his homework to see Tendou holding
up last week’s Shounen Jump. Ah.
“I meant to take note of a few products to try out before
returning it to you. It seems I have forgotten.”
Tendou twisted his face into a look Wakatoshi had seen on
him more than a few times; his eyebrows pulled together and his lips pursed
lopsidedly. Wakatoshi was not entirely sure of the meaning behind said look,
but he suspected it had to do with confusion in regard to the reasoning behind
an individual’s actions, as Tendou usually followed up with a question of the sort.
“Do you ever read anything other than the ads, Wakatoshi?”
Tendou did indeed appear to be confused, though Wakatoshi couldn’t understand
why.
“I simply read what I find to be the most enjoyable.”
“And you find the ads
to be the most enjoyable?”
“They are very informative and I have had much success in
the past with products I have found in your magazines.” It really is
straightforward reasoning. Wakatoshi cannot fathom why others think it strange.
“Well, ya did have really soft hair that one time,” Tendou
conceded, “and that week where your room smelled like heaven was a pretty good
week.”
Wakatoshi fondly remembered the time he bought a scented
candle marketed to relieve stress. To his mild disappointment, the candle only
lasted a week, but everyone who entered his room during that week left in
particularly good spirits.
“BUT!”—Tendou’s eyes widened in what Wakatoshi could only
describe as enthusiastic curiosity—“Do you ever read any of the manga? That’s
why I lent it to ya in the first place, ya doof.”
“I most often read Gintama. This week’s was quite humorous.”
Tendou’s eyes grew to the point that it appeared his
eyeballs might pop out of his head—not that that was possible, of course—and his
mouth formed a tight O shape as he emitted a high pitched noise, not unlike that
of a whistling tea kettle. Wakatoshi noted that this reaction was most likely
due to a mixture of excitement and surprise.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Wakatoshiiii?!”
Wakatoshi did not understand his shock, as he replied, “You
never asked.”
The noise that came out of Tendou’s mouth this time was
surely one of frustration, as he scrunched up his face and pulled on his hair. He may go bald one day if he continues to do
that. He then abruptly straightened his posture, an excited grin spread
across his face.
He raised his arms, palms to the ceiling, leaning back in
exaltation, as he hollered, “I HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT SHOUNEN JUMP WITH!”
There was something about Tendou’s excitement that caused a
warmth to spread through Wakatoshi’s chest and he found the in depth
conversation about Gintama that followed to be quite enjoyable.
@janespendlove requested a number of prompts from this list (thank you!!!! everyone else should send me prompts too it’ll help me build character. pun not intended.)
here is my fill for prompt #140: “I swear my house is haunted”
ft Iwaizumi and Oikawa…hope you enjoy! 😀
The incessant vibrating started just as Hajime felt
himself finally slipping out of consciousness. He was jerked back to the realm
of the living, heart jumping painfully in his chest. Grunting, he turned
himself over to check his clock.
02:53.
Hajime knew exactly who would be calling him at
three in the god damn morning, and he had a pretty good idea as to why. Sighing,
he flopped onto his back, hoping against all hope that, just this once,
Shittykawa would give up and let him sleep.
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