#onoda scenario

[pillow-anime-talk]

music & vocaloids month ; third day.

synopsis: Being the manager of a six-member male group is not an easy thing. But you definitely wouldn’t trade your job for anything else!

# tags: scenario; manager/idol dynamic; manager!reader; caring!reader; fluff; comedy; mess & chaos; sfw

includes: female reader ft. rock down {vazzrock}

author’s note: manager!au? i’m in.

You sighed softly, rubbing both temples with your hands. The interview on the breakfast show was starting in a few moments, and most of the band were not ready and had the best time teasing each other or simply refusing to cooperate just like Ayumu.

As a experienced manager, you only looked at your smartwatch – five minutes and twenty-three seconds left, which is quite a lot of time, contrary to appearances. You immediately looked at Shou, who was the leader of this whole six-person kindergarten, and then at Gaku, who was by far the most thoughtful and calm of them all.

“... All right, guys. Focus, focus. Ruka, wear a waistcoat and pants. Don’t run around without clothes. You’ll still get sick.” You walked over to the young man, handing him his outfit for the day, then fixed his hair. “When the interview and performance are over, I’ll take you all out for a delicious dinner, so let’s be in tune tonight, shall we?”

“Yes, Y/N-san! Thank you~!” The man’s smile was sincere, and thoughts of food overshadowed his reluctance to appear on TV program.

Then you looked at the blue-haired and previously mentioned Ayumu sitting on an armchair in the corner of the room, to whom you also approached after a short while. Your warm hand adjusted the collar of his light-colored shirt, and moments later with your free hand you handed him his favorite candy bar covered in milk chocolate.

“After the interview, I’ll buy you another one, ‘kay?” You looked at him fondly, and the twenty-six-year-old nodded. Although Tachibana was an introvert and didn’t like crowds of people nor just talking to others, he felt completely safe and understood with you. Plus, he was getting sweets from you, even though you both knew he shouldn’t have eaten them so much.

Reiji and Haruto finished dressing and asked you to judge the outfits. All you said was that they look very good and manly as always, and will definitely attract the attention of the cameras this morning. Such words for the male idol were a kind of boost, so they smiled triumphantly, silently arguing about which one you like more.

“... What do you think about me, lady Y/N?” Shou asked as he spun around and you just giggled. He always called you per lady or miss.

“You definitely look wonderful. I told you that gloves would be perfect for your style.” Another smile appeared on your face and the leader just laughed, thanking you for the compliment. “All right, Gaku. Are you ready too?”

“I guess so, could you just tie a button on the back for me?”

“Yes, of course.” You quickly complied with the request of the tall, dark-haired member of the band, and then tapped him on the shoulder, thus signaling that he was ready.

Perfectly with the man’s thanks, the producer invited the whole ROCK DOWN onto the stage with two couches and a table full of snacks. So you smiled at all six of them, giving both thumbs up. Morning interviews were really important in the culture of jrock or jpop bands, so you wanted everything to go your way.

All six moved towards the exit of the locker room, but before they finally left it, each of them gave you a quick but sweet kiss right on the cheek. Stunned, you just shook your head in amusement and shouted a loud ‘Good luck!’ in their direction.

‘Maybe interviews aren’t so bad after all...?’ All six thought, then greeted the host with a low bow.

previous day ; jiro yamada from buster bros!!! ♡ next day ; meiko

[pillow-anime-infos]

music anime bands {masterlist}

I. IDOLISH SEVEN

— IDOLiSH7

NAGI ROKUYA

friendzone {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 556 words ; sfw}

— TRIGGER

GAKU YAOTOME

girly {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 535 words ; suggestive}

II. TSUKIPRO

— GROWTH

RYOUTA SAKURABA

teasing him {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 831 words ; sfw}

— SOARA

SOSHI KAGURAZAKA

tights {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 438 words ; rather sfw}

III. TSUKIUTA

— PROCELLARUM

RUI MINADUKI

make-out {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 364 words ; suggestive}

— SIX GRAVITY

HARU YAYOI

ring {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 522 words ; sfw}

IV.  VAZZROCK

— VAZZY

OUKA KIRA 

double pleasure (ft. issa kiduku) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 699 words ; nsfw}

ISSA KIDUKU

double pleasure (ft. ouka kira) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 699 words ; nsfw}

— ROCK DOWN

SHOU ONODA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

GAKU OGURO

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

AYUMU TACHIBANA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

HATURO KUJIKAWA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

REIJI AMAHA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

RUKA NADUMI

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

V.  UTA NO PRINCE-SAMA

— ST☆RISH

REN JINGUJI

hairstyle {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 352 words ; sfw}

VI. B-PROJECT

— MOONS

MOMOTARO ONZAI

support {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 606 words ; sfw}

VII. LOVE LIVE!

— μ’S

ELI AYASE

confession {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 465 words ; sfw}

VIII. K-ON!

— HO-KAGO TEA TIME

YUI HIRASAWA

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

RITSU TAINAKA

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

MIO AKIYAMA

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

TSUMUGI KOTOBUKI

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

AZUSA NAKANO

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

IX. GIVEN

RITSUKA UENOYAMA

sing for you {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 550 words ; sfw}

X. NANA

— BLACK STONES

NANA OSAKI

royal flush {i love girls month + scenario | 345 words ; sfw?}

NOBU TERASHIMA

guitar {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 634 words ; sfw}

— TRAPNEST

LAYLA SERIZAWA

friends with benefits {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 582 words ; suggestive }

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

Hi! could I get a writing thing for Manami and Onoda protecting their s/o from bullies and getting beat up in the process? You're writing is really amazing by the way, I'm glad I found this blog!!

Aww, this is a ‘dorable request~Onoda Sakamichi was not the biggest or stronger person out there. Despite that, he still found himself in the middle of a total disaster. The only reason he intervened was because you were being bullied. It wasn’t that he didn’t try to help anyone else out normally, but this was different. You were pure and good; they didn’t deserve any negativity!Prior to this incident, you had said something roundabout about being bullied. While you hadn’t gone on to elaborate, even though he had asked, you did let something slipped. It seemed this was a daily occurrence. Unfortunately the two of you were not in the same class; otherwise, he would have done better to protect you. In a way, he felt like he let you down for not being able to stop it. That was why he did what he did today.Normally it was all verbal, but somehow with him intervening, it turned physical. Onoda was not a fighter. He did not know how to even fake a fight and he doubted Love Hime would help him in this instance. Even so, he defended you to a ‘t’ and made sure you didn’t get hit at all, even countering the verbal insults. The entire time the defiance never left his face. At every turn, regardless of how many times he was hit, bruised, and beaten, he never stopped looking up to them with the same look in his eyes that said ‘he would not back down’.  “Please, Sakamichi…stop. You’re getting so hurt.” You begged him to back down, that it was okay, but Onoda refused. He refused to let these bullies get away with this! Thankfully the bullies backed off when the third years had come to Onoda’s aid. Miki had seen what was going on and immediately ran to get Kinjou. Between the three of them, they were enough to make the bullies back down. Permanently. Kinjou was not going to have them hurting one of his kouhais, (the champion of the Inter High!) and his s/o.You were so overjoyed that they would never mess with you again, but also so upset that Onoda had to get hurt due to it. He was too pure for words. They took him to the infirmary to go get bandaged up. After the incident, somehow it had gotten around school that Onoda had single-handedly took on a group of bullies. Each time the rumor circled around, it had gotten more and more ridiculous. Naruko must have been behind it. He hadn’t even been there either!===During the weekend, Manami Sangaku liked to take you for casual bike ride around the town. Usually you insisted on packing a picnic and the two of you would look at a lot of the scenic places. It was fun! While on such a date, you gasped. “Oh no,” you said.“What is it, (name)?” Manami inquired, setting his bike gently against a nearby tree.“I forgot to bring drinks!” you replied sheepishly. “There’s a vending machine over here though. I’ll go grab us some.”“Actually, let me do it. You were nice enough to bring the food.” Manami replied with a grin, ruffling your hair. “Apple juice, right?” “Yeah!” You said with a laugh, starting to set up the blanket to prepare the picnic. As soon as Manami left to go grab the drinks, a few people walked over toward (name). They were some bullies that (name) had, had trouble with at school. For some reason they decided to start some trouble up. One kicked the picnic basket over with the prepared bentos while the other knocked over (name). “S-stop…please…I don’t know what beef you have with me.” Manami had seen the commotion on his way back over with the drinks, tucking them into his jacket pockets. He wasn’t a fighter, but he played enough video games back in his childhood to make him think he might be able to try out some moves. It was just basic physics and physical talent, right? He was lucky enough to pull off one move he had seen in a video game; albeit his execution was a little sloppy. “Please step away from (name).” He said calmly with a smile. “I’m on a date with them and we’re trying to enjoy ourselves.”Of course that got the attention turned toward him as the one person he kicked was trying to figure out what was up and what was down. “Please, Sangaku…let’s just take our stuff and go.” you begged, fear in your eyes. The look on Manami’s face said something completely different, however. He was challenging them. Manami wasn’t the type to start fights, but he’d certain butt in if someone he loved was in trouble and try to kick ass.Ultimately he got his butt relatively kicked. Manami didn’t mind; he got in a few good hits of his own, proving he was not someone to be messed with. All of the people involved in the fight looked bad, so that was good enough for him. It made his bruised ribs, black eye, and various other injuries well worth it. “Oh, Sangaku…” you cried, hugging on to him. “You’re so stupid, you know that? But thank you…I love you so much.”Manami grinned. “I love you too.”

[recentanimenews]

Bookshelf Briefs 2/1/20

Anonymous Noise, Vol. 18 | By Ryoko Fukuyama | VIZ Media – It took a while for me to get into Anonymous Noise, and I still wouldn’t call it a favorite exactly, but it must be said that this final volume made me verklempt on a few occasions. I particularly liked that Nino and Momo getting back together is not the main focus, because that was so not what I was most invested in with this series. Instead, we get Nino telling Yuzu she wants to sing his songs forever, and him realizing that means even more than winning her heart. There are some awesome concert scenes—that full-page image of Yuzu singing!—and a sense of joyous confidence as they contemplate their musical future together. Too, I appreciated that the final appearance of Yuzu and Nino wordlessly confirmed that, yes, he did eventually grow taller than her. I think I might miss this series now that it’s over. – Michelle Smith

Giant Killing, Vol. 18 | By Masaya Tsunamoto and Tsujitomo | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – The second half of the season has begun! Tatsumi’s strategy going forward is to foster bettter communication and flexibility, so he’s been having the players swap positions, giving chances to non-regulars, etc. The best thing about this series is how Tatsumi has truly earned the players’ trust, and now the team feels more cohesive, each player secure in the knowledge that Tatsumi is looking out for them on an individual level and will help them to improve. Well, mostly everyone. Tsubaki is getting frustrated with his “terrible” playing and is pretty much useless after making a poor decision (while playing an unfamiliar defensive role) that leads to an ETU player’s injury. I really like that, even if they lose, they’re not a high school team trying to reach Nationals, so there’s still hope for the season. Have I mentioned lately how much I love Giant Killing? Verily, I do. – Michelle Smith

Haikyu!!, Vol. 36 | By Haruichi Furudate | Viz Media – I think I forgot to review the 35th volume of Haikyu!!. No doubt it was very good and also filled with volleyball. As is this 36th volume. It is a credit to the author that he has kept the games interesting, and I can easily distinguish between the major adversaries, which is more than I can say for some manga. There’s a few more flashbacks, some really killer moves… a lot of people jump high in the air… I may have to wait till the game finishes to review another volume, though, as I just can’t keep typing up “this was really cool volleyball” over and over again without stretching things out like I’m a contestant on Just a Minute. At least the series is ending in Japan in a week or two, so we’ll soon catch up. -Sean Gaffney

Jujutsu Kaisen, Vol. 1 | By Gege Akutami | Viz Media – I forget where I first heard of Jujutsu Kaisen, but the general impression I’ve garnered from others has largely been positive. Now having read the first volume myself, I can honestly say that I enjoyed the manga. However, it’s clear that the series still has some room to grow before it truly distinguishes itself. Jujutsu Kaisen is Akutami’s first long-form work which may partly explain why the series comes across as being so heavily influenced by other manga. But even while its ideas aren’t particularly new and the tropes that are used are well-worn, the specific and sometimes seemingly disparate combination of them in Jujutsu Kaisen has a sort of quirky charm—which is admittedly kind of a strange description for what is essentially a horror manga about demon hunting. There is darkness, seriousness, and drama in Jujutsu Kaisen, but many of the characters tend to be likeable goofballs. – Ash Brown

MabuSasa, Vol. 1 | By Nanase | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – With its cute cover and male lead who looks like a scary delinquent but who is actually kind, I thought MabuSasa was going to be a sweet love story akin to Honey So Sweet. I was very wrong. It’s not advertised as such anywhere that I could find, but this is actually a 4-koma manga. True, there aren’t titles for the strips, but the page layout fits, as does the sensibility. Mabuchi is indeed a sympathetic character, but he’s surrounded by one-note caricatures. Most infuriating is Akira Sasagawa (the Sasa of the title), our fujoshi heroine who absolutely refuses to listen when Mabuchi swears that he’s not in a relationship with his best friend, Sota Ando. She concocts BL scenarios at every opportunity, even when Mabuchi meets and plays with her little brother. All of this is meant to be funny, I’m assuming, but I didn’t smile once. – Michelle Smith

Yowamushi Pedal, Vol. 13 | By Wataru Watanabe | Yen Press – Sheesh, the Inter-High still isn’t over in this volume. It literally takes 300 pages to go 3.5 kilometers! In that time, there are a couple of big matchups. The first is Imaizumi versus Midousuji, where the former is bolstered by the power of friendship while the latter pulls off new and even more nightmarish contortions while scoffing at the notion that friends are anything more than useless. Imaizumi emerges victorious but a crack in his bike’s frame means that Sohoku’s hopes now rest with Onoda, who goes head to head with Manami. Probably my favorite parts were the reactions of the Sohoku third years to the announcement that Onoda is still in the running to take the whole thing. 500 meters remain at the end of the volume. Next time for sure, right? – Michelle Smith

By: Ash Brown

[kanasmusings]

[Translation] VAZZROCK bi-color Vol. 6 - peridot - Drama Track 2

Here’s the second track~! Again, thank you to @ryuukia for sharing with me the files~  ※Just in case, anyone’s forgotten, as per her request, please don’t ask her for the audio files ^^

Track 2: [広がる世界] “Spreading world”

※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission.

Under the cut, please enjoy~

Track 2: [広がる世界] “Spreading world”

(footsteps)

YUMA: It’s 10 minutes before 7. Am I too early?

YUMA: But, Haruto-san told me not to let my guard down. If he’s still in the middle of preparing then I’ll just wait.

YUMA: Alright…! (Yuma rings the doorbell)

YUMA: Did he not hear me? One more time. (Yuma rings the doorbell again)

YUMA: No response… Ah, maybe he’s drying his hair so he can’t hear me.

YUMA: I’m sure he’ll answer if I push it again… (he rings the doorbell again)

YUMA: … (he continues ringing the doorbell multiple times)

YUMA: … Uh… Shou-san! Shou-san, it’s Yuma!

YUMA: You’re already awake… aren’t you…?!

YUMA: (gasps slightly) (starts pounding on the door) You. Are. Awake. Aren’t. You?!

YUMA: …! I can’t hear anything from the inside…!

YUMA: Don’t tell me… He’s still sleeping… or something…?!

YUMA: (chuckles nervously) No way… I don’t think he’d still be asleep when the taxis’s almost here… That’s just…

YUMA: (chuckles nervously before pounding on the door again) Shou-san, please wake up! You’ll be late for your concert!

YUMA: Shou-san!

YUMA: This is hopeless…! He’s not answering at all.

YUMA: Maybe he’s lying dead like a cor—ah, no. Now that it’s come to this… (Yuma takes out a bunch of keys)

YUMA: I’m so glad I asked Haruto-san where he keeps the keys. Though I didn’t think that I’d actually get to use them…

YUMA: Shou-san! I’m opening the door!

YUMA: I’ll be opening it, okay?

YUMA: Alright, it’s open!

(Yuma closes the door behind him slowly)

YUMA: I opened it… Please excuse me…

YUMA: Shou-san? He’s not in the living room.

YUMA: Shou-san? (Yuma walks around) W-woah…

YUMA: (he steps on something) Ow…!

YUMA: Still… He said that he’s bad at cleaning up but… It’s true… There are a lot of stuff scattered around…

YUMA: How unexpected. Even though he’s so clean and elegant… He’s a person whose lifestyle’s the complete opposite of his personality, huh.

YUMA: Shou-san? Where are you?

YUMA:  Maybe he’s in the bedroom…

YUMA: (knocking on the bedroom door) Shou-san?! Are you awake?

YUMA: I’m opening the door! I really will!

YUMA: (opens the door) Pardon the intrusion…

YUMA: …! Wha—AHHH!!! SHOU-SAN!?!

YUMA: Are you okay, Shou-san?! Shou-san! Can you hear my voice?!

SHOU: (mumbling) Huh… Yuma…?

YUMA: That’s right! It’s me, Yuma!

YUMA: What in the world happened that you were lying half-dead with half of your body falling on the floor?!

YUMA: If you’re not feeling well, I can call an ambulance immediately.

SHOU: Good morning, Yuma~ (yawns) I slept so well~

YUMA: Eh…?        

YUMA: Um… Your condition…

SHOU: Hm? I’m feeling very fine. You look a little pale. Are you okay?

YUMA: That’s—That’s because I was so worried about you, Shou-san!

SHOU: About me?

YUMA: I mean—This! I wouldn’t think that you would be falling asleep like that!

SHOU: Eh? Ah… I’m sorry. I did my best to try to wake up on my own when you said that you’d be coming here, see?

SHOU: In the end, I lost to my sleepiness.

SHOU: (chuckles) I’m quite proud of the fact that I’m able to fall asleep anywhere, you see?

YUMA: Even if that’s true, there’s a limit to everything, you know…?!

YUMA: (sighs) That really surprised me. I’m so relieved that you’re feeling great.

SHOU: (laughs) I’m truly sorry. I’m really bad with mornings.

SHOU: Still, I tried my best today but my alarm was so far that I ended up falling from the bed.

SHOU: (cheerily) Oh, what a blunder~

YUMA: Ah… sure…

SHOU: I’m so glad that you came, Yuma. Thank you.

YUMA: No problem. Ah, no, this isn’t the time to be lazing around. It would be bad if we don’t go now.

SHOU: Oh my. Is it that time already? That truly is a problem, isn’t it?

YUMA: Yes, that’s right. It’s really a huge problem. I’d like to ask you to be a little worried, too.

YUMA: Um… In the meantime, please wash your face and try to wake up.

YUMA: There’s a hair and make-up artist at the venue so at the worst case scenario, going with your bed-head will be okay.

YUMA: I asked for some cut fruits and coffee to be prepared for breakfast. Please eat it when we get to the hall.

YUMA: After that’s um… Er… Ah, that’s right! Your things! Are you all packed already?

SHOU: Ah… Yesterday, I confirmed what I needed to bring and then…

YUMA: Ah, I understand. You confirmed what you needed and left them all around in the living room, didn’t you?

SHOU: Amazing! You sure understand it well~ Great deduction~

YUMA: I had a peek at the living room a while ago, that’s all…

YUMA: Wait, no—! Um, do you have a bag ready? If you do then I’ll just go over the list and pack them for you.

SHOU: I think I left the bag by those things but I don’t think I can really ask you to do this for—

YUMA: It’s okay! (sparkles) Shou-san, in the meantime, please go and wash your face, okay?

YUMA: Anyway, let’s put going to the venue our top priority today, okay?

YUMA: (in English) Hurry up!

SHOU: Got it~

  ***

 YUMA: Mr. Driver, please take us to this hall.

YUMA: (sighs)

SHOU: Yuma, you’re amazing. I didn’t think that we’d be able to leave at the exact time on schedule.

YUMA: Though we almost didn’t make it. Even more so, the only thing I could really do is stick on time.

SHOU: Oh~ But that’s a basic and wonderful skill to have.

SHOU: Though, even if I know that, I can’t seem to do it and Haruto scolds me for it.

YUMA: (chuckles) You really are bad with mornings, aren’t you?

SHOU: Completely. Oh, you did so much for me today so I’ll have to repay it.

YUMA: Ah, no, you don’t have to. I didn’t accept his request for you to do that so, please don’t mind it.

SHOU: You don’t have to be shy. It’s my feelings of gratitude for Yuma who did his best for me today. Please do accept it.

YUMA: Then, I will kindly take you up on your offer.

SHOU: I wonder what would be good~

SHOU: Let me see… How about I’ll go accompany you with something you really want to do?

YUMA: What I want to do?

SHOU: Yes. Whether it’s something that can’t be done alone or something that would be lonely to do alone. Anything’s fine.

SHOU: I want to help you out and I want to do something together~ If you think of something, please do tell me.

YUMA: Together with Shou-san…? Ah!

SHOU: Have you thought of something?

YUMA: No, um… It’s really something impudent.

SHOU: I told you not to hold back, didn’t I~?

YUMA: But, it’s so sudden and—

SHOU: Hey, Yuma. Waking me up in the morning was more difficult than expected, right?

YUMA: Eh? A-ah… Yes, it quite shocked me.

SHOU: That’s why it’s okay if you wish for something that could shock me. Please be a little bit more selfish.

YUMA: Shou-san… I-it’s really very selfish, you know?

SHOU: Heh~ Then, I’m looking forward to it.

YUMA: It’s really an extravagant wish so feel free to laugh at me, okay?

SHOU: Sure, sure~

YUMA: I want to try to be in Shou-san’s ensemble someday!

SHOU: Heh~

YUMA: I know that this is an extremely rude thing to ask of a professional performer but…

SHOU: It’s okay~ Let’s do it.

YUMA: That’s why, refusing me is completely okay… Eh?! Did you just say, “let’s do it” right now?

SHOU: Yep, I did~

SHOU: (chuckles) So Yuma can play an instrument, huh? I didn’t know that. That’s amazing~

SHOU: It’s wonderful! What are you going to play? Piano? Violin? Cello?!

YUMA: It’s piano… Um, really…?!

SHOU: Yep~ I think it’s a really great idea! I want to hear what kind of performance Yuma will show me!

YUMA: U-um… even if I can play, i-it’s only at the skill of what I learned from high school tutors. Would that be okay?

SHOU: Of course! Music is sound that’s supposed to be enjoyed after all~ Skill doesn’t matter at all! If it’s gonna be what would make you happy then, all the more reason to do it~

YUMA: It would be more than enough [to make me happy]!

YUMA: Ah, would you like some coffee? I put some sweetener in it already.

SHOU: Is it the same blend as yesterday’s?

YUMA: Yes, since I thought you might like it.

(Yuma pours some coffee for Shou)

YUMA: Here you go. It’s hot so please be careful.

SHOU: It is a fragrant aroma.

SHOU: (takes a sip) It’s delicious. I feel awake now.

YUMA: (chuckles) Just now?

SHOU: (laughs) Yes, just now.

(Shou takes another sip)

SHOU: Yuma.

YUMA: Yes?

SHOU: A boy who only acts good for because it’s what people expect of them won’t be able to think of the other’s sake like this, you know?

YUMA: Eh…?

SHOU: That’s why I think Yuma’s not just a good boy who’s acting good. To me, you’re really just kind.

YUMA: So, it’s still a “good boy” isn’t it?

SHOU: I guess it’s complex.

YUMA: No, it makes me really happy.

  ***

 (footsteps)

YUMA: We’re so sorry for being late! Onoda Shou’s just arrived.

SHOU: The highway traffic was more than we anticipated, huh?

SHOU: But, thanks to the breakfast you prepared, we managed to eat and saved some time, don’t you think?

YUMA:  I hope that’s true.

YUMA:  Ah, are you the make-up artist? Yes, please take care of him.

SHOU: (to the make-up artist) I’m Onoda, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.

SHOU: (to the make-up artist) Ah, no, this is not a style, it’s my bed-head.

YUMA: Ah… I’m so sorry! We didn’t have time to fix it.

SHOU: It’s okay, Yuma. It’s a pro’s job to do something about it~

YUMA: I don’t think that’s something you should be saying, Shou-san…

SHOU: I guess that’s right. Alright then, the preparation for a wonderful concert is finally finished.

YUMA: Yes!

(people chattering)

YUMA: Amazing…! It’s such a huge hall and yet the seats are filled.

SHOU: Hey, Yuma. Don’t you think it’s exciting to think of how everyone who’s in here loves music?

SHOU: They’re friends who are going to enjoy the same music as us today.

YUMA: Friends who enjoy music…?

SHOU: Of course, you’re one of them, too~! You don’t have to think of complicated things while playing music.

SHOU: Letting your heart enjoy it as it is is the best!

YUMA: Letting my heart enjoy it… Yes… Yes, that’s right!

YUMA: Plus, looking at Shou-san right now, I feel like any kind of miracle can happen!

SHOU: Hm? Can you not speak to me like usual?

YUMA: It’s not like I can’t, it’s just Shou-san’s shining too bright right now.

YUMA: You magnificent and cool! It’s making me doubt a little that you were the same person I saw this morning.

SHOU: (chuckles) Thank you for the compliment but that’s how I usually am.

YUMA: (laughs) Yes, that’s why it feels a bit strange.

(stage buzzer sounds)

YUMA: Ah, it’s starting~

SHOU: That’s right. Now then~

(Onoda walks closer to the stage)

SHOU: Yuma, let’s enjoy music together.

YUMA: Yes! Take care.

(audience applause)

YUMA: Uwah~ Shou-san’s performance was amazing.

YUMA: There were both delicate and powerful sounds and it was so fun. It felt so free and I feel like with the sound of music, my world has gotten wider.

YUMA: I got so excited even though I was just listening.

YUMA: My heart’s still pounding and my face is still hot.

YUMA: This is my first time getting excited over listening to classical music.

YUMA: This is the power of Shou-san’s music. He really is amazing!

YUMA: (chuckles) Even though he was lazing about this morning.

YUMA: I wonder if that promise will come true someday.

YUMA: (chuckles) I haven’t taken it out since I’ve been so busy but maybe I’ll practice right now.

YUMA: (plays the piano) Just like Shou-san, I want to be free… Just like his heart. More… More…!

YUMA: (continues playing)

  ==END==

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[toumakibangs]

Everything about you

SERVICE NOTE: Here we are with the last prompts of the TouMaki Month! I’m so very sorry for the delay, but I went long with writing because of work issues and after that I’ve been without internet for a while (still am, technically)! If you’re reading this, it means that he last fics have been queued and they’re being uploaded as we speak: a post every two hours, from 3pm to 5am, CEST time. My advice is to check the blog if you don’t want to miss any, because if you’re going to browse the tags (‘toumaki month 2018’ and ‘toumaki’), Tumblr will only show you three posts per blog.

Anyway, at 7am CEST time we’ll upload a recap post featuring ALL the entries to the Month, so you can browse them more easily (I’m also saving the final Goodbyes and Thank You-s for then).

My apologies again for the wobbly schedule and I hope you’ll enjoy these last fireworks!

Prompt: Mash up between “A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips“ and “I bet I could give you and orgasm without anyone noticing”

Jules’ Notes: A reunion, two idiots in love.

Toudou doesn’t joke when he calls him mean every now and then, but Makishima is many things.

He’s a great cyclist, as he demonstrated during the Inter-High and, really, all through high-school, obliterating every obstacle on his road and shutting the large mouth of every person that critiqued his climbing technique in the only way that counted: winning all the races that he managed, without deviating ever once from his style.

He’s a good rival, one that always keeps you on your toes and pushes you to be better, because not only you don’t want to lose to him, you also don’t want to look bad in front of him. He’s the reason Toudou got so strong in the first place, because Makishima kept biting at his heels and challenging to break yet another record, because he was getting there himself. They’ve been at each other’s throat since the first race, but in a respectful way, which is not something most cyclists of their circuit can claim.

He’s a friend, cherished and irreplaceable: a rock Toudou has held on to every time he needed support, being it in the form of reassurance or sassy answers, or angry remarks. He doesn’t pretend that other people validate their dynamics, he’s just fine knowing they have one, that apparently works wonders for both of them. They have fun, together – and they trust each other. They’ve hung out together lots of times, after races or just because, visiting places and enjoying each other company. They’ve also spent many hours talking on the phone in hushed tones and under their respective covers, sharing secrets, fears and dreams.

He’s his significant other, which pretty much sums up all of the above and adds another layer to the relationship, which is the physical one. He likes Makishima’s white skin and moles, his lanky limbs, his untameable hair, his jutting bones. He loves his blue eyes and thin lips. He’s always liked to play the romantic and saying that the platonic side of a relationship necessarily trumps over the physical one, but now that he’s tasted the satisfaction that comes with sating the thirst that Makishima himself rekindled in him somewhen along their second year of high-school, Toudou isn’t so final about it anymore. He loves Makishima for many, many reasons – but he’s not sure he could cross the sexual side of their relationship out of the equation anymore. Luckily, they’re extremely compatible in this regard too.

The night they meet after dinner at the Tochigi Inter-High, Toudou is reminded about all the things that Makishima is: his technique is madder than he remembers, proof that Makishima has been training hard too, and he’s also managing to be a menace while riding a borrowed bike (same as Toudou, but Makishima has always needed a slightly different frame and is therefore more penalized by the exchange), which represents a feat in itself. His taunts and lopsided grins fuel Toudou just as much as his pace; they provoke each other with words and shameless, idiotic displays of skill that send thrills through their testosterone-driven bodies and pump them until they’re screaming each other’s names 50 metres from the top of the hill and there’s nothing on their minds except crossing that goddamn line before that asshole; they go up and down and they’re tied at every even turn, and it’s the most in shape and the most motivated Toudou has ever felt in a long time. They get to talk, even if Onoda is watching them, even if they’re short of breath and completely enraptured by their climbs, and it feels like home: he talks about university, the inn, the good cycling places he has visited with his new team over the year, Makishima tells him about school and projects, contest he’d like to participate in, his work within his brother’s brand, holidays –  all things they’re already addressed or talked or texted about, but it’s so much different (so much better) to hear them from Makishima himself, in his croaky voice, complete with wide gestures. They already have plans for later, but the initial idea was that they would have been alone during their races too, which is why Onoda’s presence kind of threw Toudou slightly off-balance: it’s not that he doesn’t like the kid, because he does, and as he promised to Makishima, he’s done a very good job of looking out for him in the past few months; he’s also partial to the way the kid looks up to Makishima, so much that he does indeed give them space and lets them have their own little reunion without a fuss – it’s touching, but it’s not exactly the scenario he was expecting: that involved jumping Makishima’s bones as soon as they could stop their bike and not letting him go until both of their lips got too swollen to even talk. For starters.

He’s pretty sure the feeling is mutual, because as they sit near the vending machine on top of the hill and Toudou makes a point of taking a step back and give Onoda some needed and well-deserved alone time with his mentor, Makishima flashes him a smile. It’s not their private smile, the one that in Toudou’s opinion can melt frozen hearts and make flowers bloom, but it’s not the eerie grin that makes children cry either. Onoda talks, and Makishima gives him his undivided attention, eyes soft and open – but every now and then he glances at Toudou and raises a brow at him, to which Toudou answers in kind. It’s a silent conversation that Makishima ends pulling up the left corner of his lips in a grin that threatens to break the moment Toudou beams back (he just can’t control himself), a laugh bubbling up from Makishima’s chest and making his thin smile tremble. Toudou hears the I LOVE YOU so loud and clear that Makishima could have just shouted it. He hopes to have been just as explicit, so far.

Perhaps he has, because the moment they reunite after having sent Glasses to sleep Makishima does indeed forego any bike or small talk and pushes him against a wall, arms around his shoulders and legs finding their way in between his – it’s urgent and somehow ferocious, but Toudou can relate to the desperate transport with which Makishima clings to him, so he finds the whole exchange intense and, if you want to push it, dramatic, more than aggressive.

Makishima cups his face and kisses his jaw, Toudou finds it hard to let go of his hair, especially when Makishima nips at his bottom lip and pants into his mouth.

- I’d do it right here, but this is Japan and you get to call the shots.

Toudou sucks on his tongue, brain whirring in the effort of finding a reasonable solution.

- No public sex. Glasses’s home but I can’t say the same for some of my rookies.

 - They’re not your rookies anymore.

- Bullshit, I have a reputation to maintain.

They kiss long and hard, to the point that Toudou feels like a drowning man.

- Sneak me into your room, Jinpachi.

He hums.

- The only mattress I’ve been able to find is in a hole of a room crammed in between the ones reserved for the school. What about yours?

- What about me?

- You haven’t booked a room?

- Why should I have? I’ve got you.

Infuriating, impossible, irresistible Makishima.

- You’ll have to be very quiet, then, because I won’t be responsible for disrupting the sleeping schedule of my former team and jeopardize their chances at victory.

- I bet I could give you and orgasm without anyone noticing.

Toudou sneaks an arm around his waist and presses their bodies flush, chuckling against Makishima’s lips.

- Bring it on, Maki-chan.

[littlev1234]

The Young Build Homes - Chapter 1

Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal

Warnings: blood, violence, bullying, homophobic language, death

Words: 4,255

AO3 version: The Young Build Homes

Next Chapter: [Next]

Summary: “Maybe, he thought, there aren’t any such things as good friends or bad friends—maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you’re hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they’re always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for, too, if that’s what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.” – Stephen King, It

A Yowamushi Pedal It AU.

Notes: Please make sure to read the warnings for each chapter. Pennywise will work a little differently in this fic (but the big things like scaring and killing are still very much present). The only main pairing is Miki/Aya; all others will be implied or in the background.

“…high schooler with green and red hair. He was last seen leaving school on Monday afternoon. If anyone has any information regarding his disappearance, please call the emergency hotline…”

As the newswoman switched to an economics report, the young man watching the dim colors of the old boxy television set crossed his arms. He rolled the plastic toothpick between his lips from one side of his mouth to the other as his pensive frown deepened.

“Why can’t I shake off this bad feeling…?” he mumbled. He leaned back on the box he sat on and stretched out his legs, one of which gave a familiar twinge. Absently rubbing his knee—the old injury had ached especially fierce all day—he made sure to avoid bumping his foot into one of the many boxes strewn about the tiny break room.

Logically, the connection between four years ago and this incident was fragile at best. Yet last night’s nightmare flashed across his mind again: the agonized screams ripping out of his own throat, razor-sharp teeth gouging into his knee, the burn of his back scraping against tree roots and uneven ground as claws mercilessly dragged him across the forest floor—

His lungs stuttered with quickened, distressed breaths. Holding his head between his quavering hands, he forced himself to focus on the grounding habit of chewing on and restlessly toying with the toothpick.

Bite, chew, roll. Bite, chew, roll. Bite, chew, roll.

It soon poked the top of his mouth; he must have bent it. But it served its purpose. Just calm enough to string together coherent thought, he spat it out onto his palm and surveyed the damaged stick.

Thanking the fact that his younger sister wasn’t there, he resolved to avoid falling into flashbacks again. The best he could, anyway.

Turning off the television, he cast aside his suspicions. The nightmare had put him on edge, and his brain was making links that weren’t there. That must be it.

Yet he knew that he’d be keeping a closer eye on the news from now on.

Standing, he tossed the toothpick into a nearby trash can, picked up the little container sitting on top of the TV, and shook out a new one. After placing it between his lips, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

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                                                     Onoda

“We’re going to do a group project starting today. Make groups of three to four people, and then I’ll give you the assignment.”

Shoes scuffed against the floor as students rose from their desks and chatter filled the air. Onoda stared at the artificial wood grain of his desk, and his heart thumped at the prospect of working with potentially uncouth classmates. Since he was not close to anyone in this class, he hoped for the best case scenario: a few stragglers would find themselves wandering to his desk, where they could awkwardly divvy out the work and not speak to each other until the day it was due.

“Onoda, right?”

He looked up as two boys stopped in front of his desk. The one who spoke he recognized as Teshima, an intelligent upperclassman with dark wavy hair. Beside him stood Aoyagi, a far quieter yet subtly strong presence. While Onoda rarely spoke with them, they had never showed hostility toward him in the past, so he heaved an internal sigh of relief.

For a moment his gaze was drawn to the white bandages peeking out from underneath Aoyagi’s bangs, which covered most of where his eye would normally be. A week ago the boy had come to school like that, with the area above his right cheekbone swathed in gauze. And if he was quiet before, then he was nearly silent now. Everyone also took note of how the already close pair were now inseparable, as if Teshima feared letting the other out of his sight. Countless rumors were still running through the halls about them: they’re totally dating and a jealous ex of Teshima’s attacked him, I heard Aoyagi lost his eye by falling on a railroad spike, maybe he stabbed himself and Teshima’s making sure he doesn’t do it again.

Whatever caused the injury, Onoda made sure to not let his gaze linger too long and looked back at Teshima. “Yes, that’s me!” he responded with a tad too much force.

Luckily the two didn’t seem fazed, and Teshima offered him an easygoing smile. “Can we join you?”

After meekly nodding, the pair pulled up chairs, slid them in front of his desk, and sat down.

“We’ll probably have to make some sort of slide show for one of the books we read,” Teshima guessed.

Aoyagi gave a thoughtful hum in response.

“Oh, good point. She did say she wanted us to at least one speech in this class.”

Onoda glanced between them in confusion. How did he get that from Aoyagi’s hum? “A-Ah, well, I hope it’s not a speech. I’m terrible at those.”

“Don’t worry, I can give you pointers if that does happen. And we won’t have to talk up there alone at least,” Teshima reassured.

Despite his misgivings about public speaking, he had to admit that the other’s words managed to ease a sliver of his worry.

When Aoyagi placed a phone in front of him, Onoda blinked at the “new contact” screen several times before he realized what the other was asking. “…you want my phone number?” He tentatively picked up the phone, added his full name and number, and then handed it back to Aoyagi, who checked the screen and gave a satisfied nod.

“Just in case we have to talk outside of school,” Teshima elaborated. Before he could say more, the teacher started handing out their assignments—it was just a slide show project, thank god. The students would be listlessly staring at the slides instead of being forced to focus to focus on him anxiously slogging through a speech.

The three spent the rest of the period discussing their topic, and Onoda was eternally grateful that his partners seemed amiable and easy to work with.

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Exiting the classroom with books and folders held against his chest, Onoda glanced down at the Love Hime bookmark sticking out of a textbook. On the glossy paper, a purple-haired anime smiled brightly back at him while soft pink bubbles covered the background. Somehow it had almost fallen out of the top of the book; he pinched it between his fingers and slid it back between the pages.

Just as he started to lift his head, he collided with a solid torso and stumbled. His books tumbled from his fingers.

Panic flared in his chest and tightened his throat. “I-I’m so sorry!” Hastily dropping to his knees to pick up his scattered belongings, he was all too aware of the eyes on him that he couldn’t bring himself to face.

“Ugh, it’s that weird guy.” An unfamiliar voice scoffed to his right. Onoda bit his lip to stop it from trembling. “I bet he was too busy thinking about kinky cartoon shit to look where he was going.”

“Oi.”

He flinched at the sharp voice directly in front of him—that second one must be who he bumped into. Keeping his terrified gaze firmly on the floor, he snatched up the last paper with shaking hands. Squeaking out another “s-sorry!” he scrambled to his feet started rushing down the hallway.

A hand flew out and grasped his shoulder.

Inhaling sharply, he jerked away from the touch and accidentally slammed himself against a locker door. Past the ringing in his ears he caught another voice.

“Onoda! Onoda, it’s us, it’s okay!”

Naruko. Instantly his shoulders slumped with relief, and he released a jittery sigh. Finally lifting his gaze, he caught the redhead’s concerned expression. Miki and Aya, standing on either side of Naruko, also cast him worried looks.

“Did something happen?” Miki gently questioned.

Aya started rolling up her sleeves to reveal leanly muscled forearms. “Did someone pick on you?”

“No, no, it’s fine, just a little uh,” he quickly rambled. The moment had been horrific, but he had gotten off with only a couple insults. It could have been a lot worse. “I bumped into someone. I was so scared that I picked up my things and ran off! That’s all.”

“You sure that’s all? Because Aya and I can go find the bastard and beat him to a pulp,” Naruko promised, resolve sparking in his red eyes like embers ready to catch fire at the slightest gust.

Seeing them worry over his wellbeing and rise to his defense never failed to stir warmth in his heart. Even so, he smiled gratefully and shook his head. He had no desire to harm—it had been his fault the altercation happened anyway—and he didn’t want his friends to get themselves injured either. Naruko and Aya were persistent, fiery fighters when they wanted to be. But even they could only do so much against bigger bullies who always moved in packs, as proved by the blotchy bruise on Naruko’s thin arm.

“I’m sure. Thanks.” Noticing one of their usual group members was absent, he glanced around. “Where’s Manami?”

“He wasn’t in class,” Miki recalled.

Aya rolled her eyes. “Like that’s any surprise. He only shows up half the time.”

“I’ll text him in a minute. He might still want to hang out with us later,” Onoda said.

Naruko slung an arm around his shoulders, and he flashed a toothy grin. “Speaking of that! Miki, you said your brother is tossing out the expired snacks today, right?” Miki’s brother ran a convenience store, and whenever he built up on expired stock that he couldn’t sell to customers, he left it to her and her friends.

“Yep!”

“Sweet! I call dibs on the hot Cheetas.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Onoda noticed someone walk up to the nearby bulletin board adorning the opposite wall.

“Is there something new on there?” Naruko asked as he and the others looked over as well.

“I don’t think so…but someone’s looking at it,” the bespectacled male responded.

In the center of the board, surrounded by the lunch menu and flyers discouraging drugs and sex, was a missing poster. The disgruntled expression of a slim, angular face with green hair faced the passing students. A corner was slightly creased; the paper had hung there for a month now, so it was a wonder it hadn’t received more damage. Yet the person surveyed the poster as if he might find something new by searching long enough.

“I think that’s Toudou. I’ve seen him looking at the board a few times, but usually in the mornings.” Even though there was no possibility Toudou could overhear them, Miki lowered her voice nonetheless.

Unable to see his face, they watched his thumb tenderly smooth out the crease on the poster.

“They still don’t have any leads, do they?” Onoda morosely mumbled.

Aya shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

Receiving the distinct feeling that they were intruding upon an intimate scene, despite the students talking and milling about the open hallways, they were about to look away when several students approached Toudou. Like a mood switch had been flipped, his mouth morphed into a charismatic smile as he said some smug, flirtatious remark that left a few people swooning.

“…hey.”

Onoda’s heart missed a beat. That voice…and it’s close…!

He took a deep breath. His friends were beside him, everything would be all right, and no punches had been thrown yet. Those were all good signs. Probably. Maybe he just wanted to warn him not to bump into him again?

Turning with his pulse pounding, he faced the tall male looking directly at him. Before he could wilt under the stern gaze, Miki stepped forward to divert the other’s attention.

“Hi,” she calmly greeted. Her sunny smile worked as a soft barrier against possible animosity; whether the gesture grew genuine or turned into a steely frown depended on the stranger’s next lines.

He glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck. While his mouth remained in a set, stern line, the actions almost made it seem…like he felt awkward?

“I saw this on the floor after you left. I’m assuming it’s yours.” He held out the Love Hime bookmark.

Onoda hesitated in surprise. “I…yeah, that’s mine.” He gingerly accepted it and slipped it between random pages of his math textbook.

The subtle tension in Miki’s shoulders dissipated, and in turn so did Aya’s. Naruko still eyed the other distrustfully.

“What’s your game?” Naruko demanded. “I recognize you. You’re that popular hotshot Imaizumi, aren’t you? Did someone dare you to come over here?”

“Nothing, yes, and no,” Imaizumi coolly answered. “Are you done interrogating someone twice your size?”

“What did you just say—”

Aya placed a hand on her hip. “Can’t blame us for asking. Most people who walk up to us don’t have good intentions in mind.”

“Actually, I think I recognize you too. You’re in my art class,” Miki realized.

Imaizumi nodded. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked the screen. “I have to go.”

“Wait!” The outburst left Onoda’s lips before he thought better of it. Sheepish at Imaizumi’s raised eyebrow, he swallowed and continued. “Ah, thank you! For giving my bookmark back. It really means a lot.”

His gaze flicked away again. “…you’re welcome. And that asshole I was with…ignore everything he said.”

Without giving them time to respond, Imaizumi turned and headed down the hall. Still uncertain what to make of the exchange, the group turned back to each other.

“He seemed nice,” Miki remarked.

“I dunno about that…something about him rubs me the wrong way. But he did give Onoda’s thing back, so he’s not on my immediate shit list,” Naruko grumbled.

Aya abruptly, if lightly, smacked Onoda across the back of his head, and he gave a startled yelp. “Ignore everything an asshole said? So someone was mean to you!”

“A-Ah! Um, there was some mean stuff…but no one physically hurt me, I swear!”

“And it’s over with now,” Miki assured her, and she grasped the other female’s hand. Aya clicked her tongue at the obvious attempt to calm her, but she curled her fingers around Miki’s hand nonetheless. “And Onoda says he’s okay. But next time you will tell us if someone hurts you again, right?”

“Yeah,” Onoda agreed, and he hoped he could stick to that promise. He appreciated that his friends would defend him, he really did; yet sometimes words stuck in his throat, and he’d rather ignore the bad stuff that happened than talk about it.

Naruko hummed in satisfaction. “Good! We gotta watch out for each other. And it’s not like you’re the only one who needs help; I know Aya would beat the hell out of anyone who tries to touch me. Not that there’s no one I can’t fight myself, but that’s not the point!”

“Damn straight I would,” Aya confirmed.

“Oh! Sorry to change the subject, but I just realized what time it is,” Miki commented, glancing at her phone. “We should hurry before my brother starts wondering where we are.”

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!” Naruko led the way, and the other three had to quicken their steps to catch up. Once through the doors, he slowed to a walking pace due to Aya and Onoda’s complaints.

Onoda fell into step beside Naruko, while Miki and Aya led the way, hands still joined. He shot a quick text to Manami about where they were going and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

A random student that strode by them loudly whispered to another student. “There go the lesbos; can’t believe they’re still hanging out with those boys. I thought all lesbos are manhaters.”

“Piss off,” Naruko growled, even though the aggressors were likely out of earshot. Aya scowled and flipped the bird to their backs, and Miki threaded her fingers through Aya’s instead of letting go.

Onoda’s grip on his books tightened. Outrage simmered, yet he didn’t know what to do with it. Aya and Naruko usually channeled their aggression into fights and spitting insults, but the bespectacled male had all the strength of a baby bird. Miki countered with passionate, silver-tongued rebuttals of defense. However, he was terrible with keeping composure. Maybe he could act more like Manami? Manami deflected slurs like he couldn’t care less what others thought, but the second hate was directed toward a friend he would gain an almost unstable gleam to his eyes that scared off many. Too bad Onoda was as scary as a hamster.

He wanted to help, wanted to protect his friends, and he despised that he was so useless at it. All he could do was take hits meant for them when possible and support them in the aftermath.

Naruko was talking again. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Onoda smiled back and responded. The four left the school grounds without further incident, and thanks to their amiable conversations he found his mood lifting.

A few blocks down the street stood a small retail store. The outside was tan brick and tall windows. Across the top in bold blue paint read “Kanzaki Konvenience.”

They entered through the front door. Miki’s older brother, Kanzaki Toji, waved at them from the register.

“Yo,” he greeted, the ever-present toothpick moving as he spoke. “The stuff’s in the backroom for you all to go through.”

“Awesome! I’m getting those hot Cheetas!”

“Fine, but you better not get in between me and the Sour Batch Brats!”

Aya and Naruko rushed to the back. Onoda and Miki gave fond, amused sighs as Kanzaki chuckled.

“Good to know their appetites are healthy,” Kanzaki commented, tone light with sarcasm. “So, did you all have a good day at school?”

Both teenagers hesitated.

Smile diminishing with empathy, Kanzaki ran a hand through his hair. “Not so great, I’m guessing.”

“It could have been worse,” Miki piped up.

Onoda nodded. “That’s true…I did meet three nice people today. There are these two guys I have to do a project with. One of them is quiet, so I never know what he’s thinking. But some people are just quiet, ah, kind of like me when I get scared. Anyway, the other one’s nice and good at schoolwork. Then the third guy, Imaizumi. He gave me back my bookmark…looking back on it, he was so cool, facing Miki like that…!” His giddy smile had widened with each fond sentence.

She grabbed his arm, her grin matching his. “He really was cool! Especially the way he answered Naruko like that.”

The muffled squeaking of a plastic bag being yanked open came through the cracked door.

“Hate to interrupt you two, but you should get back there before all the snacks are taken,” Kanzaki advised.

“Right! We’ll let you get back to work,” Miki said over her shoulder as she went into the backroom.  

“One more thing, Onoda.”

“Hm?” He paused right before he reached the door.

“When you go home from here, you use the road with the Tadokoro bakery, right?”

“Yes?”

Kanzaki plucked the toothpick from his lips and held it between his fingers. “The Tadokoros adopted two big dogs today. I’m sure they’ll stay in the yard, but I wanted to let you know.”

Dogs. Onoda could handle the little ones, as uneasy as they made him. But the loud, booming barks and massive size of larger canines never failed to set him on edge. No matter how well trained they were, he couldn’t ignore how easily such animals could maim him if they chose to.

He nodded gratefully. “I-I’ll keep that in mind.”

With that, he left to join the others. Haphazardly piled onto the floor and on boxes, various expired snacks waited patiently for their stomachs. Naruko finished gorging on a bag of hot Cheetos before grabbing more bags of chips with his cheese dust covered fingers. He then stuffed them into his ratty backpack. He always gathered more than his friends; he would divide it up at home amongst himself and his family.

Miki and Aya sat shoulder to shoulder, and Onoda plopped down right next to a stack of chocolate bars, one of which he promptly opened and bit into.

Miki curiously checked the ingredients on the back of a box of Watermelon Bop-Tarts. “Dextrose, malic acid, xanthum gum, red 40 lake…I wonder how they come up with these names.”

“They sound dangerous for something we’re supposed to eat,” Onoda nonchalantly commented. He then bit another chunk off his chocolate and, when she opened the Bop-Tart box and handed a package to him, he accepted it without the slightest hint of concern.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take!” Naruko moved his fingers to his mouth, about to lick off the cheese dust, when a packet of wet wipes lightly smacked into his arm.

“You touched stuff with those fingers.” Miki nodded her head at his backpack. “Don’t put them in your mouth.”

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled and moodily cleaned his fingers with a wet wipe.

The door opened once more. They looked up to see Manami, who sported his usual airy grin. A few leaves stuck to his wrinkled shirt, and a twig was caught in his hair.

“Manami!” Onoda happily greeted. “We were wondering where you were.”

“You look like you just climbed a tree,” Aya remarked.

Sitting between Onoda and Naruko, Manami plucked a wipe out of the packet sitting on the redhead’s lap. “I did.”

Confusion flashed over the others’ faces—only for them to shrug it off a few seconds later.

“I didn’t know you were good at climbing trees,” Miki said.

Manami thoroughly sanitized his hands before dropped the used wipe on the floor. “I wanted to see what the forest looked like from higher up.”

Onoda cast him a wide-eyed, worried glance. The closest forest was on the border of Sohoku, and it was off limits! What if the bear that hurt Kanzaki four years ago came back?!

The blue-haired male noticed his look and cast him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I only climbed a tree at the very edge of the forest. It was fine.”

“Besides, nothing can kill a crazy bastard like him,” Aya reminded. Naruko nodded in agreement.

“Ah ha…I feel like there could have been a better way to put that…” Manami abashedly tugged at the collar of his shirt.

Still unconvinced, Onoda struggled to prevent his mind from falling into thoughts of what terrible events could have happened.

“Why don’t you tell us about the newest episode of Love Hime?” Manami suggested.

Catching on, Miki nodded. “I heard it was really intense.”

Onoda instantly brightened, all fear banished, and he excitedly clasped his hands together. “It was! It started off with a flashback to episode eleven, when…” He babbled on until he had gushed over every detail of the episode. While he caught his breath, the others struck up another silly conversation and started cleaning up wrappers. Then they gathered their piles and headed outside.

Right before they parted ways to head home, Onoda was relieved to hear Miki asking Manami to be more careful. The bespectacled male’s house was in the opposite direction of everyone else’s, so he walked home alone.

The familiar path presented no anxiety until he reached Tadokoro’s bakery. He made sure to stay on the opposite side of the narrow street. Even so, through the tall fence, which had gaps in between posts, he spotted wide canine noses curiously snuffling. No deep barks were directed his way, thank goodness. Hurrying past, he didn’t notice he was holding his breath until he was well away from the building.

He was grateful Kanzaki warned him beforehand; knowing they were there had allowed him to brace himself.

The rest of his walk went without incident, and soon enough he retreated into his house and joined his mother for dinner.

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The next day, Teshima and Aoyagi weren’t in class.

While the other students moved back into their groups, Onoda checked his phone.

He hadn’t received any texts from them. However, they could just be busy with something else or sick and had forgotten to contact him.

Since they had his number but he didn’t have theirs—he should have asked for it in hindsight—he had no way to ask them where they were.

Oh well; they still had plenty of days left to finish their project, and they would likely be back tomorrow or the day after.

So he slid his phone back into his pocket, took out the assignment, and started working on his part while the other groups gossiped around him.

--

Two days later with still no word, Onoda woke to the abrupt, grating sound of a phone alert. Reluctantly rolling over, he patted his nightstand until his fingers found hard plastic and thin frames. In the dark of early morning, he slipped the glasses on and squinted against the brightness of the device’s screen.

His burning eyes shot wide open.

EMERGENCY ALERT

SOHOKU MISSING CHILDREN ALERT

Shock numbed all sensation except for the foreboding churning in his stomach.

His thumb hovered over the screen. He didn’t know how much time passed; the phone went dark from inaction.

As the sun’s rising rays peeked through the blinds, he finally opened the alert’s details and confirmed his premonition.

[anacchi24]

Give me SanSaka! For that ask meme 😎

This is my first time writing anything YowaPeda so but I hope this could satisfy your SanSaku needs, sis! xD

Who would say “I love you” firstOnoda. He would blurt out “I love you, Manami-kun!” without even realizing it. Manami would be so happy and give him a hug then replied that he loves Onoda too and after that does Onoda realize that he had said it out loud.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone backgroundManami. Onoda’s background is Love Hime, sorry, Manami-kun

Who leaves notes written on the fog on the bathroom mirrorManami. He’ll try to write and draw cute things then show it to Onoda, who smiles and laughs at what Manami made because they really are cute. Then they’ll write more things until there is no fog left in the mirror.

Who buys the other cheesy giftsManami. Manami’s gift are simple yet romantic meanwhile Onoda spends most of his free time with anime so he doesn’t know any good gifts aside from anime merchs. Manami would still be happy with whatever the shorter male gives, him, though

Who initiated the first kissManami! He’s definitely the more aggresive one between them. Onoda panicks at theur first kiss, but Manami knows exactly how to calm him down. In the end, Onoda is left wanting more kisses from Manami ♡

Who kisses the other away in the morningOnoda, but Manami was the one who asked him to do it. He refused to get up before he gets a small peck from his boyfriend.

Who starts tickle fightsManami! He loves hearing Onoda’s laugh and wouldn’t stop until Onoda begs for mercy. Onoda tries to get his revenge but it never works, he would just ended up being tickled by Manami again.

Who asks if they can join the other in the showerOnoda. He tries to say it so shyly while stuttering and usually ends up wanting to take back the request, but too bad for him, Manami knows what he wants already and drags him into the shower too~

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchOnoda. His cooking skill is pretty good and Manami loves eating homemade bentos from him ♡

Who was nerveous and shy on the first date.Definitely Onoda. Manami is aware of this and takes pride in knowing that he’s the reason why Onoda is a blushing mess.

Who kills/takes out the spidersManami, even though he doesn’t kill them. He’d just put them on some trees and let it live its life

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk(Assuming that they’re already both on a legal age on this scenario) It’s Onoda! He’s very loud and gets so jealous when someone is being too close to Manami. He’ll cling to the blue haired male while declaring his love and that the guy wrapped around his arms right now is his and only his. Manami would just smile and laugh; he’s enjoying every second of it.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

hi i was wondering if you could do the hiding injuries from s/o thing but as a writing thing this time? for Manami and Onoda please

Onoda Sakamichi had managed to injure himself when he had done some practice races with his other teammates. It wasn’t anything serious; he had sprained his wrist and earned himself some nice scrapes and cuts when he decided he wanted to see what pavement tasted like.He wasn’t sure how he was going to tell his you. You had a tendency to get super worried and he didn’t want to put you through that, so Onoda tried to hide his injuries. It was a bit harder to hide the scrapes and cuts, but a sprained wrist was easy if he didn’t wear the brace. That, in itself, got him yelled at by a concerned Imaizumi and Naruko. That idea was out.Decidedly trying to avoid you was kind of silly too since you both had lunch together. Onoda made his best effort to hide his injuries despite, calling off for lunch for a few days - at least until the scrapes and cuts had healed or were less noticeable. You were beginning to get antsy, thinking Onoda was hiding something from you. No matter how many times you texted him to meet, he always had an excuse.Part of you wondered if he was cheating on you. When you asked him, he said no, that he loved you. Yet it didn’t feel that way. One day, you decided to take matters into your own hands and track his ass down at school. He couldn’t avoid you today! As expected, you surprised him and you saw the brace on his arm and what looked like minor scratches and cuts. “Sakamichi!” You declared.“A-ah, (name)!” Onoda said nervously. “I’m so sorry I’ve been avoiding you!”“What’s the meaning of this?” You demanded, face red.“I…I got hurt and I didn’t want to worry you.” Onoda admitted, his own face turning red.That was great! Maybe not that he was hurt but the fact that he was being truthful: he really did love you. “But why? Why did you avoid me? I would have understood!” You retorted.“Because-” Onoda started, finally looking you in the eyes, “I didn’t want to worry you…” He said with a little smile, rubbing the back of his neck with his good hand. “I’m really sorry, (name). Please forgive me!”“Of course I will, Stupid.” You said with a sigh and kissed his cheek gently.===When Manai Sangaku had gotten himself injured riding alone, he did the only thing he thought was sensible with an extremely caring s/o: hide from you. He had it all planned out. He had to be out of school for a small, extended period of time anyway, so he’d pretend he’d be out of town for something. Then he’d ride the waves of healing.It made sense in his head, but he forgot a few crucial things. Where could he go without his parents, bike team, or teacher? He even failed to realize that his mom would talk. That was a serious blunder on his part. Even so, he did his best to stay home and avoid you, going with his original plan. His bike team understood and he asked them not to tell, though. At least they had his back.You were worried by the sudden ‘trip’ but didn’t question it. You trusted him and he even sent you some pictures. Odd ones, but they were believable enough, you guessed. The longer his ‘trip’ went on, you began to get worried. You asked him if everything was fine, to which Manami replied, ‘of course it is! don’t worry about me (name)’.It felt kind of cheap, in a way, to lie to you. Manami didn’t like this, but he also hated the look on your face whenever he got hurt. It broke his heart. He had been parading around his house in his super duper fancy leg cast, hating every minute of his imprisonment. It was the same as when he was sick as a kid and he couldn’t wait to go back to school. That was saying something.Unfortunately you had shown up at his front door and his mom had let you in. “I’m surprised you haven’t been by yet.” She said.“Me too.” You added.That tone in your voice...Manami wished he could have ran and hid; his leg prevented that at the moment. He was practically caught with his hand in the cookie jar, smiling sheepishly. “Oh, (name)…Funny to see you here.” He laughed.“Sangaku. Why did you lie to me about this? Toudou-san told me what happened.”Curse his senpai! “Um…well I always feel bad when you give me that look-” Manami paused. “Yeah, that one! Anyway, I feel bad when you give me that look you have on when I get hurt…so I thought–”“You could avoid me? Really?” You sighed.“My mistake. I shouldn’t have…” Manami said in all honesty. “I was starting to get bored here without your company. Forgive me?” He asked, holding his arms out for a hug, opening and closing his hands to gesture ‘come to me’.“Ugh, I guess just this once since you’re so cute.” You relented, giving in to his hug.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a scenario where Manami and Onoda discover their s/o cheated on them?

aww you rly like to break their hearts, don’t you?Meeting you was the best thing that had happened in Onoda Sakamichi’s life, next to making friends with everyone in the biking club. You were an extra ray of sunshine in his life. The two of you had been inseparable since you had begun dating. Now that he was in his third year, graduation was around the corner and Onoda was thinking about a lot of things: if he wanted to go to college, his future in biking, and you. His life with you. Marriage was something he had been contemplating for a while now. Every since you and him exchanged your first ‘I love yous’, he was smitten.It wasn’t until recently that you had begun to be distant and Onoda couldn’t figure out why. Maybe you just had a lot of graduation things to do? Your club wasn’t entirely as time-consuming as his, but he let you have your space. He knew it wasn’t healthy to spend every waking moment together. As time went on, he noticed you had begun to avoid him - or at least that was what it felt like. Your usual Friday plans were cancelled and while he thought nothing of that, it was the continuous amounts of cancellations that made him wonder if he had done something wrong.One day he decided to come over to your house unannounced to confront you. You had been ignoring his texts and calls, so he thought that he ought to ask firsthand if he had done something to wrong you. When he had shown up, you had looked shocked.“Sakamichi, ah - what are you doing here?” You asked nervously.“I just wanted to talk, (Name)” Onoda said with a sad smile. “I feel like I’ve done something to hurt you…or make you upset and I just want to find out what I had done to apologize and to make it better. I miss you…”Your heart was breaking. It felt like it was shattering into tiny pieces right then and there and you just smiled humorlessly. “You…you didn’t do anything, Sakamichi. It was me. I did something…” You managed to finish.“What do you–” before Onoda could finish, he heard a voice in the background.“How much longer for the cookies, Love?” the voice asked and instantly Onoda knew. His whole world came crashing down at once. So that is what you meant when you said you did something. “Nevermind,” Onoda said, smiling through his pain. His upper lip twitched and he could feel tears beginning to form. He blinked them away, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing him cry.“No, please…it isn’t…” You begged, looking back at the other person, then to Onoda.“Good bye, (Name)…” Onoda said and quickly walked off, unable to control his tears the further away he got. He ignored your pleas in the background as he began to sob.===Manami Sangaku and you had known each other since you were little. You, him, and Miyahara would all do stuff when Manami wasn’t sickly. Riding bikes was your favorite activity to do together. Often you and Miyahara would have to wait for Manami since he was a bit slower.Flash forward to high school and now he was a starter for one of the most notorious schools that had ever competed in the Inter High. It was around middle school that you and Manami had started dating. It was more fickle than anything. You were both kids. Now that you were in high school, you saw yourself more as adults and even though you always got back together after breaking up.Prior to the start of the InterHigh, Manami had wanted to make it even more official. Your relationship, that is. You and him were often on and off and he wanted to tell you that he wanted it permanently on and to actually date you properly. While he thought that technically you were already permanently dating or an actual couple, he wanted to be certain. He had texted you prior to meet you before your clubs. You were in some sort of weird club and the two of you weren’t in the same home room, so you had to meet up whenever you could. You hadn’t texted him back yet, so he wondered if you were in school today.Either way, he headed to your club room and that was when he found you standing there, kissing on someone else. Manami just stood there in utter disbelief. “(Name)?” He asked, wondering if he wasn’t looking at you but maybe your twin. Everyone had a twin somewhere, right?“Sangaku!” You jumped away from the other person. “Ah, I– let’s talk.” You said and excused yourself, before heading out of the room and closing the door.“I didn’t think we were really seriously dating…I mean we were always on and off.”“We always got back together, but that was when we were kids…” Manami explained. “We never really said we’d be dating other people…and we hadn’t officially broken up, so I thought we were a couple.” His voice sounded flat.“We didn’t make it official either!” You threw back, trying not to sound clearly embarrassed.“I thought we did…I guess it doesn’t matter much anyway, does it?” Manami retorted and sighed. “Enjoy your relationship, (Name).” It wasn’t meant to sound nasty; he genuinely hoped you were happy. He began to walk off, ignoring anything else you said. You needed time. He felt sad and weirdly heart broken. The two of you were always together and he didn’t think that’d change…so why did you?

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

Can I please have a scenario where onoda' best friend falls for manami?

Onoda Sakamichi and you had been friends for as long as you two could remember. Once you both entered high school, things became a little different. The two of you had different interests and different clubs you participated in; although, the one thing you both would never not love was Anime.Seldom did you get to see Onoda and it really bummed you out. You had learned he had made other friends in the biking club and you couldn’t be happier. Sometimes you insisted on tagging along on casual biking days with said friends. You weren’t the best biker there was, but damn did you try! The real reason you tried mostly was because Onoda had a close friend who was from a rival school and he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. The way he rode his bike reminded you of an angel and honestly that was such a weird comparison. You knew how irrational it was to develop feelings for Onoda’s friend…A FRIEND FROM A RIVAL SCHOOL. That thought kept repeating in your head and yet, here you were falling for him each and every time you saw him.It was slow at first. Each time you saw him, you felt shy or hyper-aware of yourself and how you spoke. Soon it was all encompassing and you fell hard. All you could think about was Manami and when you’d get to see him again.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

omg i'm so sorry!! yeah, Onoda getting rejected badly in general sounds great!!

RIP my heart, anon. Y U MAKE ME WRITE DIS???===

Despite not getting to realize his dreams of reviving the anime club, Onoda Sakamichi still managed to make life long friends in his cycling club and he even found a person or two in his other classes that liked anime. One in particular he had begun to develop feelings for - in fact, one could almost call it an infatuation. No matter what he would talk about, they would always end up in the conversation somehow. Just talking about them made him so happy and their friendship was even better.As it got to the point that he had been convinced (by Naruko no doubt) to confess to them. Saying it was easier than done. Onoda couldn’t even fathom asking this person out. How could he? He really liked them - like, liked them even! He just…Could he do such a thing?Mustering his courage, he finally did it. He poured all his feelings out into a confession letter. Now the hardest part: actually handing them the letter. Every time he saw them, he chickened out and instead just talked with them as if nothing was going on. It was their normal routine to talk about the different animes they watched over the weekend, the new and upcoming animes, and characters. It took him what felt like ages before he got the letter to them. Well, he didn’t actually personally hand the letter to them. He was too nervous. Instead, he left it in their locker. It seemed easier. Nerves seemed to be overwhelming him the rest of the week, wondering how they would reply. Onoda was constantly stuck between daydreaming about their relationship and the things they do and then being crippled by paralyzing fear. His other cycling club members tried to console him the best they could - Makishima being the worst. Only time would tell.Onoda had noticed that they had started to avoid him the more time went on and wondered if he had done or said something wrong. He couldn’t keep living like that and finally decided to confront them. It took almost all of his courage to do it. “A-ah, (Name),” his voice was shaking just as much as his hands. “Are-are you…avoiding me? Did I…say something…o-or do something wrong?”“Sakamichi-kun,” they said with a small smile, sighing. “No…and yes. I got your letter and I’ve been thinking about it a lot…” “Oh,” Onoda said.“I…don’t really like you like that. I never really did.” They began, scratching the side of their cheek. “Honestly, it’s flattering that you like me, I guess…but I just can’t reciprocate the same feelings. I don’t think we should be friends anymore either…” “W-why not…?” Onoda felt so horrible. It hurt so bad that they didn’t like him, but what struck the final blow was the fact that the person said they couldn’t even be friends. His chest ached and he clutched the fabric of his shirt, letting out shaky breaths. “Not even friends…anymore?”“Well,” they said, shrugging up their shoulders as they looked up to the ceiling, “I think you think I’m something I’m not…and that’s…How do I say this? Uhh,” they sighed loudly, “you think I’m this amazing person and you’re putting me up on the pedestal…it’s weird. I just thought it was fun to talk anime and whatever, but I didn’t want this…Please don’t talk to me anymore, Sakamichi. It’s embarrassing whenever you do that…”Oh. Onoda didn’t know how to process the information. They didn’t…want to be friends because of that? He wasn’t sure how to take it or even how to process it. When he loved people, he loved deeply and couldn’t help but elevate them up on a pedestal just because of how amazing they were. The fact that this person didn’t like that and got mad about it, he became very aware of how he talked to people and treated them. It was almost as if he was constantly walking on verbal eggshells. Everyone noticed and didn’t know how to help.He didn’t think he’d ever be the same after that.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

hi there, nice blog!! Could I have Manami, Onoda, and Imaizumi getting seriously injured while cycling

ohhh, this will be fun to write! {tw: blood, pain, potential gore, cursing, suicide mention}

Imaizumi always pushed himself past his limits to obtain the best results. Neither rain or snow would ever stop him from at least getting in 5 kilometers. Ice was the only condition he’d never bike in. Snow was falling from the sky, barely sticking to the streets - it was just wet and slippery. The grass was dusted ever so slightly with patches of white and the streets were empty aside from an occasional passerby. It must have been the cold air that felt like it could rip right through your skin and steal the oxygen right from your lungs. That would make anyone sane stay inside. Anyone but him.As he passed the cityscape and headed further into the mountainous trails, he felt the wind beating against his body, causing him to hunch down more to protect his chest and lungs. His nose felt frozen, almost like it had fallen off. Twigs snapped from the side and his head shot up, unsure if it was just the wind felling one of the smaller trees. Something brown flashed past his peripheral vision.It wasn’t until seconds later he felt the collision. It was hard, smashing right into his ribs. He had no time to react. Both he, the bike, and whatever it was went windmilling into the air. His bike smashed against the ground, metal screeching as bike chain snapped and pedals were grinding against the guardrail some feet away. His body hit the ground hard, air being knocked from his lungs. As his body tumbled, he finally slid into a patch of snow. His helmet protected his head, but his brain still felt like he had been knocked around.Imaizumi managed to roll over, trying to take in a breath that wouldn’t come. His vision was blurred and body felt like it was on fire. Finally he took in a breath, gasping as he did so. Shooting up, he went to assess the situation. Immediately pain in his chest and ribs seized him, causing him to stop any sudden movements. His legs were covered in oozing, bloody scraps and lacerations. Blood was seeping through his top, back and arms feeling warm.He managed to look to the side, noting the thing that had hit him. It was a deer…a goddamn deer. It must have been spooked by something. He watched it push itself up, visibly looking fine but shaken. Then it pranced off as if nothing happened. “Hit and run…” He huffed, trying to find humor in all this. There was no humor though. His bike was fucked. His ribs were fucked. He probably had a concussion. “Fuck…” He breathed and just decided to lay there due to how dizzy and nauseous he felt, digging his phone out from his back pocket with great effort. The screen was cracked but it still worked. He called the one person he knew wouldn’t give him too much shit: Kinjou.======

The hills always called him. He loved the feeling of the freedom and that feeling that he got from reaching the peak, completely out of breath and drenched in sweat. The pain in his calves was a bonus. Manami had gone out with Toudou on a bright, sunny afternoon just to ‘bond’ as Toudou claimed. Manami just assumed that he liked company so he could share stories, talk about how cool he was, and “teach” him things.As the incline on the hill became steeper and steeper, the two of them changed gears and pressed on. It was a rather nice day. It wasn’t terribly hot like it had been the past few days and there was a slight breeze. The hills always knew how to help him along. “I’m going to press on further, Toudou-san. The wind is calling me.” Manami called from behind him, beginning to dance as he seemingly sped up the hill. He took a moment to spread his arms out, enjoying the way the air was hitting him. He noted something up ahead - something careening down the hill way too fast. While they usually did bike on public roads, the ones he chose seldom were driven on. The one thing turned into two. “Cars?!” There were two idiots racing down the hill in their flashy sports cars! He grabbed his handlebars, realizing he didn’t have much leeway to maneuver. Going between wasn’t an option, so he had to push himself to the left quickly. With the car swerving upon noticing him, he found himself out of options and ended up going over the guardrail. It was either that or being hit full on by the one car that was now slamming on its breaks - seconds too late, he might add.His body tumbled over down the hill. It wasn’t just a slight slope with a nice grassy patch; no, it was rocks, hard dirt, and several trees precariously placed around. His bike crashed into the first tree, denting the entire front frame and bending the front tire grotesquely to the side. He didn’t have time to really surmise the damage; he was busily trying to grab onto something, anything, to keep him from hitting anymore rocks. The first rock he hit, he thought he was lucky. His arm smashed into it, breaking a good bit of his fall. The arm was probably sprained or worse - the sickening snap told him it was the latter.His body tumbled (he wasn’t sure how many more times) before he managed to grab on to a tree branch with his good arm. His head was cloudy and his body felt numb from the many hits he had taken. He heard his name being screamed from the top. The voice sounded familiar. Toudou? He smiled humorlessly. It was nice to hear his concerned screams for some reason. He thought he heard a ‘hold on’, but honestly he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. If he let go, he knew he’d keep falling and hitting rocks until his body finally stopped.Mustering the last bit of his strength, he pulled himself up on to the tree (it almost felt like someone was helping to push him) and lay there. His eyes were glassy and he tried to remain conscious, but he knew that was a losing battle. Everything after that happened in slow motion - almost like it was segments of memories. He remembered seeing Toudou hovering over him. He spoke, but he couldn’t hear what he said and Manami knew he’d never been good at reading lips. Next he saw people - maybe medical professionals? They were leaning over him. After that, everything went black until he awoke in the hospital. From what he learned from the doctor, he had broken his arm in four places, sprained his ankle, and herniated his liver and small bowel. The surgery was a success and ultimately saved his life. If his friend hadn’t gotten him to a hospital when he did, he would have died from sepsis. Most of that Manami didn’t understand, but assumed it wasn’t good. Die usually wasn’t a good word to begin with.======Onoda was biking on his way to Akiba, his favorite weekend (or weekday) activity aside from hanging out with everyone from the bike club. Naruko, Imaizumi, and even Sugimoto (against Naruko’s wishes) was tagging along. For them it was practice but to Onoda, it was the best day ever. Once into the city, they had to mind the cars and street signs. They could still bike all out, they just had to heed the warning signs. At one point they had to pass by a small neighborhood, which was teeming with kids during certain times on the weekend. They would all gather by an empty lot and play games like kickball, basketball - basically whatever could get them out of the house to forget about homework and school. Today they were playing kickball. Onoda found himself glancing over, smiling toward the kids. Imaizumi and Naruko were up front, battling for first. Sugimoto was in between, humming to himself.Suddenly the kids shouted ‘woah’ and ‘great kick’! There were hoots and hollers until the ball hit Onoda square in the side of the face, causing him to lose control of his bike. It wasn’t that being hit by the kickball hurt. Maybe it stung his skin a bit. It was just surprising. Wrestling with the handlebars, he found himself drifting off into the road. ”Ah!” Finally opening his eyes, he found himself unfortunately face to face with a car that was desperately trying to slam on its breaks. The bike made a sickening sound colliding into the hood of the car. Thankfully Onoda hadn’t been on it. Out of all people, Sugimoto had rushed into action and tackled him down. The two of them rolled, nearly getting hit again. Aside from scrapes and bruises, they both could say they were okay. “Woah, that was so cool!” Onoda said, stars in his eyes from how cool Sugimoto was. “You were so fast and amazing!”“It was nothing, Onoda-kun. I’m an expert at quick movements, after all.” Sugimoto bragged.The two of them made their way over to where Onoda’s bike was embedded into the hood of the car. It looked like a really expensive sports car. There was no way he could afford that! “Onoda-kun!” Naruko rushed over, Imaizumi on his tail.“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Imaizumi said, mirroring Naruko’s actions. “That was so cool, Sugimoto.” Naruko said, clearly in awe. “Too bad about Onoda-kun’s bike though…” Sugimoto said. His eyes widened when he watched a man finally pull himself out of the car, looking disgruntled. The man in question had surveyed the damage and made a ‘tch’ noise.“Oi, you little shit…I just got this fucking car. What the fuck is wrong with you?” The man spat. “H-hey, it wasn’t his fault!” Sugimoto said. He shrunk when the man grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to his face. He reeked of alcohol. At this time of the day, that was bad. “Looked to me like the kid fucking steered into the road like a suicidal maniac.” The man sneered and tossed Sugimoto aside. Angrily he kicked the bike from his car and turned his attention to Onoda. Without thinking, he punched him square in the ribs.The punch caught him off guard, knocking him onto the ground hard. Wind was sucked from his lungs and his vision doubled. He gagged. Onoda clutched the fabric of his shirt, struggling to breathe. The man looked like he might strike him again and he pushed himself backward to the best of his ability.Instantly Imaizumi went to grab Onoda while Naruko kicked the man in the shin. The man was hella tall, what did one expect him to do? He then grabbed his and Imaizumi’s bikes. Sugimoto helped, bringing his along and went to go assist Imaizumi. The crowd gathered, snapping photos which made the man back off. Too many witnesses, they guessed.Finally when he could breath, Onoda began to cough up blood. His coughs were pained and his face was pale.“We need to get him to a hospital.” Sugimoto said, stating the obvious. The three then began to rush their friend to the closest hospital. Some weekend adventure this turned out to be…

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I always see scenarios about meeting with a douche-ex but! How about Imaizumi and Arakita meeting with s/o's really nice ex? Like who's caring and really nice and they're good friends, they just don't work as a couple? Thank you for your time.

ohhh, this is a really cute ask! I’d love to do this. No one knows what to do with a NICE EX. what even is this?? lmaoImaizumi Shunsuke and you had been planning your six month anniversary. He thought planning something at six months was a bit premature, but you insisted that a six month point was just as important as a year. It was a little stepping stone, you said. He thought it was cute and you were even cuter, so he didn’t argue. However when you had said that you were getting help from an old ex for outfit ideas, his stomach dropped.Why were you asking an old ex for outfit ideas? He wasn’t sure why that thought made him so uncomfortable. Normally there were so many stigmas that ran with being an ex and he just wasn’t sure what to think. Deep down, he wondered if you might leave him someday for your ex. It was a silly thought. Six months was a good bit of time for kids of their age, after all. When he finally met the ex, he wasn’t sure what to think. They were so kind, outgoing, friendly - the opposite of what he expected. It also scared him for another reason: if you and the ex were so close, why hadn’t you stayed a couple?“Shunsuke~” you cooed, hooking his arm with theirs. “You look sour. Even more so than when you see that weird kid from Kyoto.” You said.“Oh, sorry.” Imaizumi knew who they were referring to and just smiled weakly. “Ah…why did you two break up? You both seem really buddy-buddy with each other.” Instantly he turned red, regretting that coming out of his mouth. He hadn’t meant to word it quite so..harshly.“Is that why you’re sour?” You asked, snickering now. “(Ex name) and I broke up because we didn’t work as a couple. Sure, we got along but more as friends and not as lovers. Does that make sense?” You asked.“It’s much more satisfying being their friend.” (Ex name) casually added.“Oh. Oh.” Imaizumi felt better by that declaration. That made sense. Sort of. He guessed he didn’t need to worry. That made him feel so relieved. “Sorry for that. I was just–”“Curious? It’s fine. I love you, after all. You and I? We’re meant to be lovers.” You said with a broad grin, pressing a kiss to his jawline.====“Who the fuck is that?” Arakita Yasutomo all but blurted out when you had been scrolling through someone’s profile on that stupid social media site. Face-something. He really couldn’t give two shits about it. “Who?” You asked, back against Arakita’s side with his arm draped over your shoulder. The two of you were on the couch, some weird television show on in the background for noise. Well, it was on because Arakita had been watching it. Now he was staring down at your phone.“Them. This asshole.” Arakita pointed out to a picture with you and some other person. They looked too close and he didn’t like it.“Oh!” You began to laugh slightly, waving it off. “’This asshole’-” you used finger quotes with their free hand, “is an old ex of mine. We’re just good friends, is all.”That answer didn’t seem to sit well for Arakita, who just clicked his tongue in slight irritation. “How do you end up on good terms with an ex?” He inquired, still pissed off about it.“Welp, it happens when that ex is nice and the two of you agree that friendship is more comfortable than being lovers.” You replied with a hum, shrugging off Arakita’s sour mood. “I’m gonna invite them over for dinner tonight, then you’ll see!” “You’re what?!” Arakita snapped.You giggled and jumped up, already on the phone. “It’s ringing~” you said, running off as Arakita took chase. In the end, you lost. Arakita was fast and much stronger than he looked. The ex was still coming over for dinner though.Ultimately, it was Arakita who looked like an ass. The ex was legitimately not trying to make a move on you. They were genuinely just your friend and way too fucking nice. He guessed he’d have to let it slide. Hard to be mad at someone that nice and happy. It was like trying to be mad at that Onoda from Sohoku.

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hmm may i ask for a first kiss scenario with arakita? i love that furry boy so much

You two had gone on some dates here or there. Between his biking club and your track club, you both were busy - different schedules, varying times you were available, times you were both studying. It was difficult to set up a time you could actually go out.

On one such occasion, the two of you had gone out to a cat cafe. When Arakita was asked about it, he brushed it off with a simple “it was cute and reminded me of you”. You knew better. He was a huge fan of cats. Watching him pet the few that weren’t scared of him made your heart flutter, especially that grin of his. It was one of the times he looked the happiest.

After sharing sugary treats sweet enough to taste the diabetes and a fruity tea (well Arakita had a Bepsi, go figure), the two of you headed off. The walk was aimless and the sun was beginning to set. From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that Arakita was wrestling with some thoughts with the look on his face. He continued to shove his hands in and out of his pockets.

“Arakita, what’s the matter?” You inquired, looking at him brow furrowed in worry.

Arakita tried not to look disgruntled. “You can always tell when I’m troubled, eh ____-chan? Heh, shoulda known better.” He smirked and rolled his shoulders back.

The nickname he made for you was cute. No matter the person’s gender, he would always shorten the name and add ‘chan’. Fuku-chan, Onoda-chan - those were some of the ones you had heard him say.

“You’re an easy person to read.” You teased and watched Arakita become flustered. “So-” you hummed, “what’s wrong?”

Arakita had stopped walking and winced almost as if it were painful to admit. “We’ve been going out for a while and…” He avoided looking you in the eyes. His cheeks were becoming redder and redder by the minute. “Ah!” He hissed, and ruffled his own hard with both of his hands in a rough motion.

“I want to kiss you but I always come off this way!” Arakita seemed frustrated. Once he realized that he admitted he wanted to kiss you, he froze. “S-shit…”

That was it? You laughed and waved it off. Crossing the distance, you set your hands on his face. “What are you–” Arakita couldn’t get a word out before you kissed him.

You both stood there, staring at each other. You more playful and him even more flustered than before.

Suddenly Arakita became brave and kissed you next. His kiss was much softer than you expected. In the chill air, his lips were very warm and felt slightly chapped. It became almost a kissing battle with you both exchanging kisses which increasingly became rougher until you both were wrapped up with one another.

Your arms around his neck, sliding up into his hair and tangling around, almost pulling. His arms around your waist, one mid-back and another absentmindedly pushing up your jacket. Heavy breaths traded between tilts and turns, warm tongues sliding against lips and pallets, occasionally having teeth colliding.

The two of you were lost in the moment, only aware of each other and that was it. It was only when a honking car made you two break that you and him were each left breathless. After seconds of silence, you both broke out into laughter.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” You teased.

[yowamushi-pedal-imagines]

How about a scenario where the reader asks out Sugimoto?

you’ve got it, nonnie! ;D—You swallowed hard, mustering your courage. There you stood in front of the Sohoku’s biking club room - aka the glorified shed - with a confession letter in your hand. Finally you entered the room, the courage almost escaping you when every head turned your way.“Oi, Hotshot - looks like another person has come to confess to you.” Naruko shouted, snickering. Hotshot? You blinked and watched one of the taller ones shake his head and turn red. “A-ah, no. Um…I’m not here–” before you had time to let them know who you had come to deliver the letter to, you watched Naruko shift from mischievous to incredulous. “Wow, not Hotshot? Well it can’t be the Old man…No girl would be into that guy.” Naruko laughed, to which you heard a ‘watch it, you bean’ from across the room. It was almost like a bear was growling from deep within a cave. How scary.“Alright, let’s see. Oh! Maybe it’s Onoda-kun?” Naruko asked thoughtfully. “He was the champ, after all. No one can resist a winner.”Now you were amused by this. You laughed and shook your head. “No,” you said, trying once again to explain who you were there to see. Similar to last time, you were cut off.“Is it me?!” Naruko guessed, eyes wide. “I mean…I would have assumed me first but I wanted to give Hotshot and Onoda-kun a chance too-” he moved closer, putting his hand up as if to stifle his voice, “I mean…have you seen Hotshot? Yeah, he looks good but he’s so awkward.” You laughed again and shook your head. “No. Not you either, I’m afraid.”“Ah! Then it has to be Makishima-san…or Perm-senpai. Can’t be Quiet-senpai unless you’re into that sort of thing?” Naruko tapped his chin, almost a little offended that it wasn’t him. “No! I have no idea who the Perm-person or the Quiet-person are…” You said with a little smile, “but I’m actually here for Sugimoto-san…” As you admitted that, you turned a little red from embarrassment -  especially when everyone stared at you in shock.“M-me?” Sugimoto stuttered and then straightened up, playing off his original shock. “I mean…of course it’s me. I am an experienced lover.”To that you couldn’t help but laugh. It had come out wrong given you looked like you were laughing at him. From what you had seen and knew of him, he was not someone you would call ‘experienced’…yet you really liked him for some reason. You liked him ever since the two of you had been in the same class together. “S-sorry,” you said, wiping a tear from your eyes. “That was rude of me. Please accept my feelings and go out with me?” You asked, handing him the letter with both hands. Your cheeks were red from laughter but you were honest about your feelings regardless. “Y-yes!” Sugimoto didn’t have to read the letter to accept your offer for a date. He watched you leave promptly and just stood there, a stupid smile crossing his face.

“Dude!” Naruko jumped at Sugimoto, giving him a congratulatory slap on the back and forceful noogie - which took a lot of effort on his height-challenged part.