#tadano itsuki fanfic

[4kominato]

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we built a dynasty, chapter two: (newly found)

Fandom: Daiya no Ace

Summary: In which Narumiya Mei is Narumiya Mei, and that makes all the difference when he ends up stuck back in his first year body.

Word Count: 887

WARNINGS for all the cursing because it’s Mei (and occasionally Carlos).

... Here’s the crack.

chapter one, this chapter / 2

Title thanks to MIIA’s “Dynasty” and my beta @bookdancerfics!

I do not own Daiya no Ace.

It takes Mei two weeks to sit up in bed one morning, the sun only just peeking through the blinds, and decide that he has had enough. What was he thinking before? He’s Narumiya Mei, so what if more than two years of his life have been erased? If he can get through losing Koshien, he can get through this! His family members better watch out—he’s winning them back!

Katsuyuki squints at the field, not sure if he’s actually seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. Carlos just shrugs back the best he can, one shoulder weighed down by the head of a sleeping Narumiya.

“I don’t know!” Carlos hisses. “Really! I came out for a morning jog to find him finishing one, and he was exhausted but really fucking chatty for once—like more than usual, not just for the past few weeks—so I sat down next to him and then next thing I know—!” Carlos gestures with his free hand towards his taken shoulder.

Katsuyuki just nods slowly and walks away. This one is up to Carlos; Katsuyuki may be willing to do a lot of things for his ace, but giving him a shoulder to sleep on is not one of them.

Katsuyuki should have known he’d regret his thoughts, because apparently, when Narumiya Mei wants a shoulder to sleep on, he gets a shoulder to sleep on. Even when said shoulder has a very angry face attached.

“Walk away,” he says, staring straight ahead with his eyes burning into Carlos’s soul. “Don’t say a word, you’ll wake him.”

At the very least, he’s thankful Carlos waited until he was around the corner and just barely still within hearing range to burst into laughter—and to Yamaoka for appearing out of nowhere to drag Carlos away.

Apparently, Katsuyuki thinks, Narumiya’s two weeks of sulking means he needs a lot of shoulders to sleep on. Though, granted, this time it seems to be a dual-opportunity thing; Narumiya’s head rests on Yamaoka’s shoulder, but Yamaoka’s head has also slipped down to rest on top of Narumiya’s.

Out of thanks for the rescue from Carlos the other day, Katsuyuki resists taking a picture.

He owes no such debt when it’s Harada who has fallen asleep on the bullpen’s bench, head tilted back and snoring with Narumiya full-on curled into his side.

Masatoshi thought he was baffled back when the first years were acting strangely. He thought he was baffled—albeit happy—back when Narumiya overcame… whatever it was, and decided that Masatoshi and the other first years were his newfound best friends and portable pillows. But this—this definitely takes the crown.

“You’re… from the future,” he says.

“Yes,” Narumiya says, with a toss of his head. “Keep up, will you?”

Kamiya slides down the bullpen wall to crouch on the floor. Yamaoka looks like he would like to join him. Shirakawa settles for crossing his arms and standing very, very still.

But all Masatoshi can say is “how?”

Of all things, though, this is the one to throw Narumiya off as well. “How what?”

“How” —Masatoshi gestures at the world around them— “how any of this? How are you here? Why do you look the same? How should we believe you? Why are you telling us now?”

“Hang on, you can’t just slip a why in there,” Narumiya protests, pouting.

“You slipped a whole time travel thing in here,” Kamiya snaps. “Let us slip a why in!”

Narumiya pouts more, but allows it and begins counting answers off on his fingers. “I don’t know, I don’t know, it was just my mind for some inane reason, I have blackmail on all of you, and I can feel something pulling me back to the future.”

… Masatoshi takes it back. Those don’t qualify as answers.

“Blackmail?!” Kamiya exclaims.

“You can blame Shirakawa,” Narumiya sniffs.

Masatoshi hates that he can see it.

“So what do we do now?” Shirakawa asks.

“Hmm…” Narumiya starts pacing and thinking aloud, while the first years follow him with their eyes.

Masatoshi hates that Shirakawa blatantly steered them away from the blackmail he’s apparently gathering on his own teammates. He hates even more that it worked.

All in all, it takes exactly three weeks for Mei to open his eyes to a definitely-third year Yamaoka.

“How did you manage to get bigger,” Mei wonders. “Was your first year height really not enough for you? You couldn’t save some for the rest of us?”

Someone raps Mei gently on the head, all fingertips and no knuckles, but he still complains, “Hey, I included myself in that! I’m perfect, but even perfect would like a few more centimeters!”

“Uh-huh,” Shirakawa says, and cocks an eyebrow. Carlos grins and pounces on them both, dragging them back onto someone’s bed in a giant pile, but not before Mei manages to latch onto Yamaoka’s shirt and drag him down with them.

The result is a single bed creaking under the weight of four third years. And then it creaks even louder as a stupid second year adds his weight, but Mei can’t really complain, because for the first time in three weeks Itsuki is there.

Itsuki is there, and thank goodness Masa-san isn’t, because then Mei’s heart might actually burst, and who would lead Inashiro to Koshien then?

I hope you all enjoyed this, and please let me know what you think!

[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚: ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔈𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔢

A/N: oh my gosh im so late posting this 🙃🙃🙃 anyways its Christmas Eve yaay. sorry if ya'll aren't into pokemon... Eevee is a pokemon lmao but idk i just thought itd be cute bc Christmas Eve... even though its a bad pun ... im sorry -kuri

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Tadano Itsuki x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,012

You awoke to an empty bed, the wintery weather outside leaving the bedroom feeling extra empty and cold. Maybe he wanted to squeeze in some practice time with Mei in the early morning hours before fulfilling the Christmas Eve plans he’d made with you, you thought. So in the meantime, you decided to make some breakfast and coffee so he’d have something to eat once he got back.

“Tadaima! (ただいま: I’m home)” The voice of your lover sounded from the front door just as you finished plating the food.

“Okaeri (おかえり: welcome home),” you greeted, popping your head out of the kitchen to see Itsuki holding a huge Christmas gift bag with green and red tissue covering the top. “What’s that? Where’d you go? I thought maybe you went to practice with Mei-san.”

“I went to pick up your Christmas present,” he answered, holding the bag out to you, “Merry Christmas! You have to open it now.”

“Wait what?” you questioned with a puzzled look on your face as you took the bag from him, “Shit, it’s heavy… why do I need to open it now?”

“Because you have to. I have more stuff in the car, but you have to open this one first.”

“…But why?”

“Just open it,” he whined, helping you to carefully put the bag down on the living room floor.

“Fine, fine,” you finally gave in, seating yourself in front of the gift and yanking out the tissue. Peering into the bag, see a plain white cardboard box with a handle, so you pull it out of the gift bag to see holes punched out around the top half or the box and the name of your local animal shelter printed on the sides. “No… you didn’t!” you gasped, placing the box back onto the floor and fumbling to quickly open it up, “Oh my god, Itsuki!”

At the bottom of the box laid a fluffy, orange tabby kitten that was fast asleep, curled comfortably into a little ball. Reaching inside, you cupped the little ball of fur into your palms and carefully lifted it out before cradling it into your arms. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Boy.”

“I’m gonna name him Eevee,” you announced, scratching him lightly behind the ears with your index.

“Eevee?” Itsuki ridiculed, “Eevee doesn’t have stripes. His name is Tora (とら/虎: tiger).”

“Tora?! Tigers aren’t fluffy,” you snapped back.

“Yeah, but he has stripes,” he puffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s my gift! So I’m naming him Eevee, because he came home on Christmas Eve, and because he’s fluffy like Eevee.”

“Ugh, fine!” Itsuki groaned, finally giving up on the names as he stood up to grab the other things from the car that he’d mentioned earlier. He’d bought a litter box, cat tree, food and water bowls, a little hut, kitten food, and some toys, so you helped him with carrying everything into the house and setting it up.

You’d left Eevee on the couch to sleep while the two of you set everything up, but just as you finished, you noticed him stretching out of the corner of your eye, so you decided to check up on him and maybe if his energy was up, you’d play with him a little bit too.

“Eevee,” you called in a high pitched voice as you crouched down in front of the couch where he’d been sleeping. He gave you a little meow in response and curiously approached you to sniff your fingers before rubbing his cheek up against them.

“Okay, what about Fluffy?” Itsuki suggested, crouching down next to you.

“You’re still on about the names?” you groaned, “I already told you I like Eevee.”

“How about Ginger?”

“No.”

“Pumpkin?”

“No!”

“Milo?”

“Why are you so against the name Eevee?!”

“Because he doesn’t look like Eevee!”

“So what!? He’s Eevee because it’s Christmas Eve I said…” You pouted as you continued to pet him.

Noticing your depleted mood, Itsuki started to feel bad that he had made such a huge deal over something as small as the name of your own kitten. There wasn’t really much point in arguing anyways because ultimately, since he’s your cat, you had the final say in what his name would be.. “I’m sorry,” he spoke shyly, but still, he scooted closer to you and slung a comforting arm over your shoulders, “You’re right. He’s your cat, so if you want him to be called Eevee, he can be Eevee. I shouldn’t have prodded so much, I’m sorry.”

Staying mad at him was tempting, but you honestly appreciated everything else about his gift; it was the best you’d get this year for sure, so on the inside, you knew it wouldn’t be worth it to hold a grudge over such a frivolous thing. “It’s okay… let’s just forget our dumb little argument and move on, okay?” you offered, turning to face him with a small smile.

Leaning in, Itsuki pressed a soft peck to your lips before returning your smile. “I like that idea.”

“So… we’re calling him Eevee,” you stated as you reverted your attention back to your new furry friend, who seemed to be growing livelier by the second. A silence followed to which you frowned momentarily until you turned to see that Itsuki had gotten up to grab some of the cat toys he’d purchased earlier that morning.

“Eevee!” he called as he brought them over, shaking one of them over his head. Eevee’s eyes dilated at the sight of the frilly strings flailing above him, and so he started to jump and reach at them in an attempt to catch them. It warmed your heart to see your two babies playing happily together, and you were extra grateful that Itsuki had finally accepted “Eevee” as the name of choice for your new family addition. Despite being named after a pokemon, “Eevee” would always be a reminder to you of the special day that he brought light to your little family of now, three, on one fine Christmas Eve.

[4kominato]

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