I’m not sure how I feel about this one…it sounded way better in my head and then I got it out on paper and, well, hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless!! ^^
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.
The first time Kei and Kuroo hung out alone, just the two of
them, they met up at a library to study. Kuroo had told Kei that he could help
him ace his organic chemistry exam that was coming up the next week.
“Prove it,” Kei had said.
(At that point he was desperate for any help he could get.)
So, they met up at the library and cracked down for a few
hours, Kuroo helping Kei through problem sets and teaching him tips and tricks
to help remember compounds. A week later, Kei sent Kuroo a text saying he got a
98 on his exam.
Kei always sought Kuroo’s help whenever he had trouble with
his classes after that.
The first time Kei and Kuroo hung out alone, just the two of
them, outside of the library, Kuroo showed up at Kei’s apartment with a DVD and
a shit eating grin. He had told Kei that anyone who has not seen his favorite
movie has not lived and trust me; it will
be the funniest thing you will ever see in your entire life.
“Prove it,” Kei had said.
(His schoolwork had been getting stressful and he figured he
could use a good laugh.)
So, Kuroo went over to Kei’s apartment and they watched the
movie together. Kei laughed his ass off.
They then got into the habit of showing each other their
favorite movies, TV shows, and videogames a couple times a week, grateful for
the few hours of relief before getting back to the grind.
The first time Kei and Kuroo went on a sort-of not date,
Kuroo had told Kei that he knew where to get the best strawberry shortcake in
all of Japan.
“Prove it,” Kei had said.
(It had been quite some time since he last indulged himself.)
It might not have been the best in all of Japan, but it was undoubtedly
better than any he had tried in Tokyo.
They went on a lot of sort-of not dates after that; each time,
Kuroo claimed that he knew the best something or other in a given geographical
region.
“Tsukki, trust me, this is the best salted grilled mackerel
pike on the block.”
“You are about to try the best karaage in the prefecture.”
“Seriously, the best yakiniku in the world.”
“The best tonkotsu ramen between these two establishments.”
(Kei rolled his eyes at that last one.)
The first time Kei
and Kuroo held hands, Kuroo had told Kei, “I betcha I have the coldest hands
out of anyone you know.”
“Prove it,” Kei had said.
(He needed to know for science, he told himself.)
So, Kuroo grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together.
An hour later, they hadn’t let go and Kuroo’s hand no longer felt like ice.
Any time Kuroo wanted to hold Kei’s hand after that, he told
Kei that his hands were literally about
to freeze off and only you have the ability to warm them up. It always worked.
The first time Kei and Kuroo kissed, Kuroo had said, “Hey
Tsukki, I’m a really good kisser.”
“Hey, Sugawara,” Tetsurou called out, as he approached the
aforementioned at the vending machine just outside of the gym.
“Hmm?” Sugawara inquired after making his selection. The ker-thunk of the beverage being dispensed
sounded as he turned toward Tetsurou, eyebrows raised and the corners of his lips quirked upward in an
open invitation for Tetsurou to continue.
Tetsurou opened his mouth to speak, but closed it immediately
as he was hit with the realization that he was about to gush to Sugawara Koushi
about all of the progress he’d made in fostering open communication with his
reluctant disciple, Tsukishima Kei. It was an impulsive move, the product of
lingering giddiness from the conversation they had at lunch, which consisted of
witty banter and a few small laughs. Tetsurou’s heart had skipped a beat and his
breath had caught in his throat each time Tsukki cracked the tiniest of smirks, accompanied
by an amused snort. He had been playing the conversation over and over inside
his head and felt his mouth spread into what was probably a dopey, lovestruck
grin with each replay and all he wanted to do was tell someone, anyone, just how cute Tsukki is.
“Hey, Sugawara,” Tetsurou called out, as he approached the
aforementioned at the vending machine just outside of the gym.
“Hmm?” Sugawara inquired after making his selection. The ker-thunk of the beverage being dispensed
sounded as he turned toward Tetsurou, eyebrows raised and the corners of his lips quirked upward in an
open invitation for Tetsurou to continue.
Tetsurou opened his mouth to speak, but closed it immediately
as he was hit with the realization that he was about to gush to Sugawara Koushi
about all of the progress he’d made in fostering open communication with his
reluctant disciple, Tsukishima Kei. It was an impulsive move, the product of
lingering giddiness from the conversation they had at lunch, which consisted of
witty banter and a few small laughs. Tetsurou’s heart had skipped a beat and his
breath had caught in his throat each time Tsukki cracked the tiniest of smirks, accompanied
by an amused snort. He had been playing the conversation over and over inside
his head and felt his mouth spread into what was probably a dopey, lovestruck
grin with each replay and all he wanted to do was tell someone, anyone, just how cute Tsukki is.
Between work refusing to give me more hours (and some weeks, no hours) and my student support not paying me until I get my thesis proposal accepted (hopefully) late this month and my job searching for a new job going Very Badly, I am basically at the end of what I can afford. So I’m opening and boosting these again despite needing to do my proposal because it’s the last resort I have.
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@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.
@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.
After all my whining, I got myself to write something. Here’s a sickeningly fluffy LevYaku drabble inspired by prompt #148 from this list. Also posted on AO3.
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