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Just reposting a couple drabbles I've posted elsewhere. The first is vaguely slashy Shou and Mizuno. The second could be, if you want.
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Agreement
Is this okay?
The question came not in the form of words, but in the tentative brush of a bare knee against his own, safely hidden beneath the tabletop. Shige and Takai continued warring good-naturedly over who had played the strongest and who had fumbled the chance to increase their margin of victory. Even Hanazawa got caught up, reasserting that offense is born from defense. No one noticed the subtle exchange taking place right under their noses.
But Shou had never really needed words to hear Mizuno. He answered in kind, a quiet smile curving his lips as he sipped his soda.
Yeah.
Imperfection
Unexpectedly, Mizuno has no ball control. It's not that he doesn't try, but even his best efforts are in vain. The worst part is the unwavering trust and support that shine in Kazamatsuri's eyes every time he returns in defeat.
"I'm sorry, Kazamatsuri. Because of me . . ."
"It's not over yet, Mizuno-kun! We still have a chance, so don't give up!"
"That's incorrect," Fuwa interrupts, impassive as usual. "Mizuno has 67 points, and it's already the ninth frame. For you, victory has become a mathematical impossibility."
"Sorry, Pochi." Shige's grin, however, is anything but regretful. "Looks like the okonomiyaki's on you guys tonight."
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And this next one isn't really a proper drabble since it's only, uh, 55 words. Anyway, it was written for jgal87 for a meme. Definitely slashy, but ex post facto.
Common Courtesy
It was difficult to look firm and authoritative when you had a pair of boxers dangling by the waistband between your thumb and forefinger, but Kojima managed it as she said, "Mizuno, if you and Kazamatsuri are going to fool around in the club room, the least you can do is clean up after yourselves."
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Agreement
Is this okay?
The question came not in the form of words, but in the tentative brush of a bare knee against his own, safely hidden beneath the tabletop. Shige and Takai continued warring good-naturedly over who had played the strongest and who had fumbled the chance to increase their margin of victory. Even Hanazawa got caught up, reasserting that offense is born from defense. No one noticed the subtle exchange taking place right under their noses.
But Shou had never really needed words to hear Mizuno. He answered in kind, a quiet smile curving his lips as he sipped his soda.
Yeah.
Imperfection
Unexpectedly, Mizuno has no ball control. It's not that he doesn't try, but even his best efforts are in vain. The worst part is the unwavering trust and support that shine in Kazamatsuri's eyes every time he returns in defeat.
"I'm sorry, Kazamatsuri. Because of me . . ."
"It's not over yet, Mizuno-kun! We still have a chance, so don't give up!"
"That's incorrect," Fuwa interrupts, impassive as usual. "Mizuno has 67 points, and it's already the ninth frame. For you, victory has become a mathematical impossibility."
"Sorry, Pochi." Shige's grin, however, is anything but regretful. "Looks like the okonomiyaki's on you guys tonight."
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And this next one isn't really a proper drabble since it's only, uh, 55 words. Anyway, it was written for jgal87 for a meme. Definitely slashy, but ex post facto.
Common Courtesy
It was difficult to look firm and authoritative when you had a pair of boxers dangling by the waistband between your thumb and forefinger, but Kojima managed it as she said, "Mizuno, if you and Kazamatsuri are going to fool around in the club room, the least you can do is clean up after yourselves."