The End
THE END â iâll make up an ending, or post the ending if iâve written it
okay so. the thing you gotta know about me is that I have many (many) WIPs in the backburner going on at all times, so you get two :V (untitled so far because that's just how I roll~)
1) 2.43 Seiin Boys' Volleyball Team, Oda/Aoki future fic:
Then again, itâs Aoki; he trusts him to have his back, just like how Aoki trusts him to lead the way and take them somewhere theyâve never been before. Together.
He can do it.
âSeriously, how obvious do I gotta be?â He gives their joined hands another swing and risks a glance up, meeting Aokiâs open expression head on. âArenât you supposed to be the smart one?â
That earns him a quiet huff of laughter. âI guess,â Aoki shifts his gaze away, voice gentle like heâs revealing a secret. âThen again, I've never been this terrified of getting it wrong.â It tingles, where Aokiâs thumb brushes across the back of his hand, and he can feel Aokiâs fingertips tremble, just a little.
He canât help itâhe rolls his eyes, bumping into Aokiâs side with a fond rush of exasperation. âWell, you donât have to worry about that.â
âI donât, huh?â Aoki looks at him with tender eyes, his usual thin smile softened by affection.Â
He squeezes his best friendâs (boyfriendâs!) hand, tugging Aoki along the winding streets of Kyoto at dusk, âNot with me.â
(this scene is the second thing iâve written for this fic... i still gotta plan out the stuff in-between to give my boys their happy ending (well. happy beginning)
itâs just... odaoki is still going strong in the interlude chapter of the college arc of 2.43! i love the volleyboys)
2) JJBA: DiU, Okuyasu and family
âTch. Go live your own life, brat.â Keicho clicks his tongue, turning away from his little brother with a parting wave. âAnd watch your ass when you get back, Okuyasu.â Iâm proud of you. Stay safe.Â
âI will.â Okuyasu says from somewhere behind him. âAnyway, itâs Josuke Iâm worried about right now,â he sighs, somehow anxious and stubbornly fond at once.
Then all Keicho hears is the echo of Okuyasuâs uneven footfalls in the darkness, sprinting further and further away with each passing second. His baby brotherâs going home to people who care about him, who love him, whoâd be there for himâŚÂ
Good. Fuckinâ finally.
(tbh idk if this is the ending? might have a segment set in the future where Okuyasu and Josuke are living together, since the first segment of the fic features Josukeâs feelings about Okuyasuâs depressing house...Â
if I do decide on ending it with the future segment:
âAww shit, gotta run!â âArenât you forgetting something?â âUhâŚâ Josuke taps his lips impatiently. âWhereâs my goodbye kiss, bro?â Oh, right! âHave a quiet night, yeah?â Josuke murmurs as they break apart, squeezing Okuyasuâs shoulder. Okuyasu rubs the back of his neck. âYou know it ainât up to me.â Then again, the number of bizarre violent incidents in the area have been slowly petering off through the years; Moriohâs been kept safe thanks to the Stand users in town, who are numerous in number and territorial by nature. âGood luck with grading.â âYeah, Iâm gonna need it.â Josuke makes a face. Itâs a cute look on him, but then again, Josukeâs always cute. Okuyasu gives him another peck, this time on the cheek, before pelting out the door to catch the bus thatâll take him to S Town for his shift at the hospital. Sometimes he still canât believe how lucky he is, that a swell guy like Josuke likes a guy like him so much. But hey, firsthand experience shows theyâre an unstoppable duo, just like Simon and Garfunkel. And if thereâs anything heâs learned over the years, itâs that a guy like him ainât such a bad thing to be, anyway.
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