#i loved that sakihen was the first request

[askteikoku]

hello!! for the valentine’s day ficlets requests, I’d like to ask for 3 ships if that’s okay 🥹🥹

- SakiHen, With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

Thank you for requesting, the ficlet is under the cut! I hope you'll like it! I'll try to add a little sketch for every ficlet too. I accept requests for this ficlets all the month! So you can continue requesting. English isn't my mother Language so if you (anyone) sees a grammar mistake or mispelling you can tell me to fix it! Reblogs and likes are appreciate, since fics didn't usually get a lot of love.

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets [SakiHen] Henmi always really liked going to his friend Sakiyama's house to spend the night, since he was little and as far back as his memory allowed, he remembered those moments as something very special. The two would get together after finishing school and go to the house of Sakiyama's grandmother who lived on the outskirts of the city in a large traditional house with a beautiful garden that Henmi enjoyed walking through even when he already knew every herb and every stone like the palm of his hand. The days when his family allowed him to go to his friend's house were days of fun, and with the time they became days of liberation. In that house he felt accepted and protected, the only place where he did not have to constantly prove his own worth because his worth was measured in his mere company. Perhaps it was partly because Sakiyama's grandmother loved him like another grandchild, or perhaps it was because Sakiyama's presence gave him a security he didn't feel anywhere else or with anyone else.

In his own home, Henmi was always required to uphold the name of his family, and although due to his upbringing it was something that had been deeply instilled within him, making him proud and sometimes vain, as he grew up he discovered that he was not one of those prodigies who were able to stay on top, could never be number one in academics and could never be number one in sports. But he never lowered his head for this reason and although he could not be the best, he made an effort so that his family could be proud of him.

So when he could get out of this environment of continuous judgment, Henmi could breathe. Visiting Sakiyama's home was one of the few liberties he was allowed since Henmi's family held the other family in high regard ever since Sakiyama's great-grandfather saved Henmi's great-grandfather. Those days that turned into nights were a blast of cold air on a hot and stifling summer day. Since they arrived and the old woman received them, the aura that enveloped Henmi changed completely.

In that place he felt protected, in that place he felt accepted, in that place he felt that he could enjoy being a child, a teenager... In that place he was together with Sakiyama eating cookies and drinking tea, watching television, playing, having a bath in a huge wooden tub and having dinner. In that place he felt at home.

And when the woman sent them to sleep and they obediently went to bed, the real fun began.

Henmi and Sakiyama made a bunker under the bed blankets, lit a flashlight and talked in low voices between breathy giggles and barely controlled excited screams. In addition, the blond always managed to steal some cookies that they ate, filling the sheets with crumbs. Under those sheets they read adventure books, under those blankets they planned their own adventures, talking about their trips around the world when they were older, about how many adventures they would find, how many imaginary worlds they would travel... Under those blankets they were both happy. Henmi didn’t need to prove anything to Sakiyama and Sakiyama didn’t need to prove anything to Henmi, they were the same, they were colleagues, they were accomplices, they were themselves.

That late-winter night of their second year of High School, they snuggled under the sheets and blankets on Sakiyama's bed as usual, even though by now they had grown so large that being in the same bed was uncomfortable. But they kept doing it, perhaps out of tradition, perhaps because of the secrets they kept.

Sakiyama had a small orange flashlight he'd gotten from a survival store lighted, and they were holding an aged-looking world map open as they ate chocolate chip cookies.

They were talking about all the places Henmi had visited throughout his life, since the boy traveled constantly with his family around the world and from those trips he brought back anecdotes for his friend who had only been overseas a couple of times to visit his parents who lived abroad.

It was a conversation monopolized by Henmi, but the blond had no problem with it because he liked to hear him talk with bright eyes about everything he discovered on those trips, his experiences, his meetings, the food, the culture... His golden eyes glowed with emotion when they related everything to his friend who was lost in his gaze trying to imagine what he was bringing for him: adventures. Henmi told him about true wonders, told him about gigantic open deserts and small alleys from centuries past, told him about dense tropical jungles and tall skyscrapers, told him about famous works of art and corners unknown to most tourists. And he tried to recreate in his imagination what those places would be like since he only saw through photos or television but that in Henmi's raspy voice had a different magic, as if they were taken from a fairy tale.

“Where would you like to travel if you could choose a place?” asked Henmi after they both laughed at an incident with a street hot dog vendor in New York.

Sakiyama was silent, thoughtful… He hated traveling to see his parents instead of going on adventures with Henmi.

"To your heart."

Henmi dropped the cookie he was eating with a pounding in his chest and turned slightly flushed to his friend who was staring at him. He raised his eyebrows in a mute question, and Sakiyama bit his lip and frowned doubtfully, but then looked back at him, his voice shaking as he answered. Opening his heart to the one person he allowed to get close to that part of him, showing how vulnerable he felt at that moment.

"I love you." His voice was barely a hoarse murmur under the blankets.

[askteikoku]

Welcome to Teikoku.

F.A.Q.

🐧 Q: What is this blog about? This blog is about Teikoku Team from Inazuma Eleven so I can share my love for them. A mix of an Art Blog focusing on Teikoku and an Ask Blog where you can ask the boys (and Haruna) whatever you want to know! ⚽ Q: What Canon does it follow? This blog follows the Canon of OG and Go, but it's a semi-au since Kidou went back to Teikoku after the FFI tournament and Haruna moved with him. Time to time there’ll be special events with them as High Schoolers with some other characters. 🐧 Q: So, who are the characters I can ask about?  First years: Haruna, Narukami and Doumen. Second years: Fudou, Kidou, Sakuma, Genda, Sakiyama, Henmi and Ookusu. Third years: Jimon, Banjou, Gojou, Oono and Ena. [Ookusu and Ena are reserves from Teikoku, but I especially love these two so I decided to add them!] ⚽ Q: But in Ares Jimon, Banjou, Gojou and Oono are the same age as the others.   I know, but I can’t see them as second years as they look older, even like adults. As it’s a semi-au they’ll be a year older. Also it’s funnier with more age range. 🐧 Q: Is Kazemaru in this Teikoku?  As this follows OG with a little difference, Kazemaru isn’t in Teikoku but in Raimon.  ⚽ Q: How many asks can I send? You can send as many as you want! The more the merrier. 🐧 Q: What can I ask? Anything related to Teikoku Gakuen Team, you can ask from one’s favorite color to something deeper like what are their goals in life. The limit is the sky! You can also ask about my opinion about something Teikoku related, although this isn’t so interesting.

⚽ Q: Did I need to ask everyone about something? No, you can send an ask to one character only. 🐧 Q: Can you draw…? Is it Teikoku related? If it’s, then sure! Just ask whatever you want, but be sure that it follows the rules, you can find them below. They’re not a lot but read them, especially if you want something shippy, because I’m not multishipper so I won’t draw anything about a ship I don’t like. But you can ask characters being friends because friendship is magic. ⚽ Q: What are the ships this blog supports? First of all, the main idea of the blog isn’t shipping but sharing my love of Teikoku Team with the World, especially characters that deserve a lot more. Once this is said, I support these ships: ♥KidouxFudou ♥GendaxSakuma ♥SakiyamaxHenmi ♥NarukamixOtomura ♥ShinobuxHaruna [I also like KogurexHaruna] ♥OokusuxEna

If you don’t like them it’s fine, you can ask whatever you want not shipping related! And you can block the tag of the ship you don’t like.

Rules.

•No hate. Neither to me or any of these boys (or Haruna). •I’m not a multishipper so don’t force other ships in this blog. If you don’t like my ships it’s fine, everyone has different tastes and this is part of the beautiful of the fandom, but don’t come here to harass me for what I like or try me to convince that there’re “better options”. •If you want to follow me but don’t want to see art of a ship, you can block the tag. •I don’t mind being remembered about an ask/request if it’s taking a lot, but be polite. And that’s all.

Art Requests Rules.

•You can request anything Teikoku related. •I won’t do anything gore or too out of character. •If the request makes me uncomfortable somehow I’ll tell you so you can change it or I’ll decline it. But I don’t think it’s easy to happen. •Be patient.

That’s all too.

Tag List:

General: 🐧So speak Teikoku, for Asks to Teikoku. 🐧OP Talk, for me talking about something Teikoku Related or asks about my opinion about something. 🐧Art Request, for well, you can say, art requests. 🐧Teikoku Art, for art not related to asks.

Ships: ♥KdFd, for KidouxFudou ♥GenSaku, for GendaxSakuma ♥SakiHen, for SakiyamaxHenmi ♥NaruMura, for NarukamixOtomura ♥ShinoHaru, for ShinobuxHaruna  ♥KoguHaru, for KogurexHaruna ♥EnaSu, for EnaxOokusu

[I’ll be updating depending on the necessity.]