Prompt. If you are taking requests, if you please. If not, just ignore this. ^^" Ima/Niji: In which the two meet during middle school and Imayoshi tries to make Nijimura open up to him.
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Thwack. Crash. Crunch.
Well that wasnât a pleasant sound Imayoshi was glad he sent his team away take the bus home, heâd talked to the coaches and said he wanted to stay behind and coordinate a few practice matches, since they had the team meeting already there was no objections. Despite it being their last year in middle school fighting like this wasnât where he expected to find the former captain of Teiko. A few minutes passed and the fox was waiting almost dutifully by the entrance at the side of the building. Once it was quiet he pushed himself off the wall and turned into the alley walking over his normal smirk on his lips âAra? Ya know most athletes tryân avoid fights like this so they donât lose their reputation Nijimura.â
The power forward sighed and glanced at who it was, he knew of Imayoshi having played him a few times over the years before the first years took over. Nijimura wiped his hands off and shrugged âI have one kohai who stirs up trouble like crazy, he had to leave the team⊠So I donât want to deal with the headache of this trash trying to pick on the team⊠So I took on garbage duty, pretty sure that our captain knows and just doesnât careâŠâ He smiled bitterly despite himself, honestly being a pawn was not something he got warm and fuzzy from thinking about.
Chuckling the captain shook his head âI can understand that, ya wanna make sure to keep the team from turninâ on that kohai. Still donât get hurt over this.â Pulling out a handkerchief the fox blotted the corner of Nijimuraâs mouth dabbing away the blood there. The former captain batted his hand away, not trusting the otherâs motives, there was no way this fox had waited for him just to talk about this and he walked over to scoop up his gym bag.
Sensing those thoughts the smirk grew a bit and he said âLetâs get something to eat from the food stall and chat a bit. I really hate seeing one of my favorite rivals in such a rut~ And ya canât for a minute make me believe that itâs all from ya kohai. After all youâre the type ta put on airs for the team, but never let go unless something in the back was breakinâ.â
Nijimura frowned a bit, but didnât reject the offer⊠Maybe talking to someone would be a good change of pace⊠Even if that someone was this sly fox. Who knows maybe by the end of the chat they can arrange for Teikoâs second string to play against Imayoshiâs school as their final practice match.
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ImaxNiji Imayoshi got stood up and somehow Nijimura who just got off his shift coming for dinner could tell he was upset and joins him. They spend the night together and somehow Niji became most important and precious, though he was gone when Imayoshi woke up he left a warm feeling and his number?
âHey, you look lonely.â
âThat so?â Imayoshi raises an eyebrow and takes another drag on his cigarette.
âYeah.â
This person is surprisingly blunt; how interesting. Heâs not bad-looking, either, come to think of it, actually better looking than that guy from the dating site. Perhaps this might be a good opportunity.
He takes out a cigarette of his own and sticks it in his mouth; Imayoshi leans over and lights it with his own.
âThanks.â
âYou got a name?â
âYeah. Iâm Nijimura. You?â
âImayoshi.â
They stand in silence, staring out at the side street. Imayoshi drops the butt of his cigarette and grinds the ember out with the heel of his shoe.
âSo, Imayoshi, are you lonely?â
Imayoshi laughs at his directness. âNot particular, now that Iâve found myself in pleasant company.â
*
They end up at Imayoshiâs place, clothing scattered on the floor and kisses scattered to skin. Nijimuraâs mouth is good for more than talking and his large hands are adept. Itâs good; itâs great; it might be a bit reckless to say itâs the best Imayoshiâs ever had but itâs definitely near the top.
*
He wakes up to nothing, a silent apartment, his own clothes still on the floor but nothing else. He pads out to the living room; it couldnât have been a dream.
It wasnât. On the table is a note with a phone number and a promise to do this again some time.
Ima/Niji: In which the two meet during middle school and Imayoshi tries to make Nijimura open up to him.
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The first-year starter on Teikou is a forward. Heâs big enough to be a forward at the high school level, probablyâin height if not in muscle. Heâs gaining, though, and he might just be on the level of Imayoshiâs most adorable kouhai, even if heâs not as cute. Heâs already angry, and not in the typically Iâm-twelve-and-whining way. Itâs certainly interesting, and Imayoshi intends to know more about him. After all, if heâs going to assemble a team of the best players when he gets to high school, this kid might be a good addition.
Imayoshi doesnât intimidate the kid (Nijimura is his name); Teikou wins. Hanamiya seethes; itâs not attractiveâImayoshi pats him on the head and he gets angrier. Teasing him is so easy that itâs almost not fun. Imayoshi has no time for that, quickly showering and dressing, intent on finding Nijimura.
Heâs not easy to miss, standing at the vending machine. Imayoshi slips up and puts enough coins in the machine for two bottles of Pocari, purchases them, and hands one to Nijimura with a smile.
âWhatâs that for?â he says. He scowls; his lip curls intensely the way it did on the court when he was driving past Imayoshi.
âCongratulations on your victory, Nijimura-kun,â Imayoshi says.
âWho the hell told you my name?â
âThe rosters are publicly available,â says Imayoshi. âDo you not know mine? Iâm Imayoshi Shouichi.â
He holds out his hand. Nijimura glares at it for a second and then slowly extends his own. Their eyes lock as they shake firmly. Nijimura still seems wary. Itâs a shame; there clearly isnât enough time to get him to open up today (the team will probably be leaving soon and Imayoshi doesnât want to miss the opportunity to get Hanamiyaâs opinion on a few plays that were definitely not executed well enough). At the very least he ought to make sure that Nijimura remembers him. Their hands are still clasped firmly, and Imayoshi pulls Nijimuraâs up quickly to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
Nijimura punches the air where Imayoshiâs face had been a moment ago; heâs quickly making his escape (and it was narrow; the boy really does have good reflexes). That should be memorable enough.
