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Sam: Um

woooo i hope you liked it!!! track club is so fluffyy

 The afternoon sun is hot on Mitsuru’s shoulders; they’re tense, and ready for action. Behind him, feet thunder against the ground, and if not for being involved in the relay race itself, Mitsuru would have believed that it belongs to a stampede of elephants.

  The third runner of Yumenosaki’s Track and Field Club rely team - Adonis - is approaching. From across the track, Mitsuru catches the eye of Arashi, the first runner. Arashi winks back, mouthing at him, ‘You can do it!’

  Mitsuru nods. Darn right he will. The team from XXX Academy is giving even Adonis a hard time, the two competitors evenly matched in the 100m dash. Mitsuru wipes at his nose and grins; no way they’ll lose! He’s going to make Adonis and Arashi proud.

  "Nn!“ Adonis grunts, and from the corner of his eyes Mitsuru notes that the runner from XXX Academy has made a break for it, shooting past Adonis. The fourth runner from the team gears up, and the baton is passed.

  Mitsuru, too, starts to bounce on the spot. Adonis is a picture of despair as he approaches, the baton stretched out to Mitsuru.

  "Sorry, Tenma!”

  "No problem!“  Mitsuru snatches the baton from Adonis, and his legs pummel against the ground, harder than ever. Every fiber of his body thrums with energy, with determination; he’s definitely going to win, for his seniors!

 "Yay! Throw me higher, Ado-chan-senpai!”

  Adonis nods. “Then, here goes!”

  “No!” shrieks Arashi, jerking at their club mate’s hand. “No more throwing, Mitsuru-chan will get hurt!”

  Mitsuru pouts. “Buu! Arashi-chan-senpai is such a wet blanket!”

  "Ho, now you’re insulting your seniors, hm? Give him to me, Adonis-chan, I’m going to teach him a lesson!“

  "Aah, no!”

  "Here you go, Narukami.“

  Mitsuru wiggles, giggling, but he can’t escape his seniors’ grasp. Arashi seizes him, and jabs at his sides. "How does that feel, Mitsuru-chan?”

  "No, no I’m sorry!“

  "Hmph, you better be!”

  Then Arashi softens, and smiles back at their junior. “I know both Adonis-chan and I have said this a thousand times, but good job. Really, you’ve done us so proud as the last runner.”

  Adonis agrees whole-heartedly; his large hand reaches over to rub against Mitsuru’s head. “Yes. To be the last runner is very stressful, and I’m glad you’ve been able to handle it.”

  Mitsuru bubbles, his hands reaching out to be held by Adonis again. “What are you saying, Ado-chan-senpai? Of course it isn’t stressful.”

  "Well, that’s because Mitsuru-chan is Mitsuru-chan, after all!“

  "Nope!” goes Mitsuru, his smile an epitome of sunshine. Adonis and Arashi blink in surprise as Mitsuru presses their heads together, and places his first-place medal around the two of them. “I wasn’t stressed because I have my favourite seniors by my side! I love you, Ado-chan-senpai, Arashi-chan-senpai!”

  "Aw, you’re too sweet!“ Arashi coos back, and hugs Mitsuru tightly. "I love you too, Mitsuru-chan!”